New Roads to travel (ATTN: Maldrin and Teaea)

[Zygorn]

(Well, if ya wanna do more, I'm fine with that, so long as Mors doesn't get too badly bruised up. By the Way, in case you didn't notice, Mors doesn't know brawling ettiquette. He simply knows fight as hard as you can. lol)

[Zachary]

OOC: Ok. Well, maybe we should just have some closing posts, sort of like Sana's, with Maldrin coming back from getting drunk and fighting alot, Mors thinking about what happened, and Sana... Actually, that last one looks like a good ending one. But anyway, how about that? You start, Zyg, if you want to do that.

[Zygorn]

Mors was back in his room, sitting unscathed there. He was sort in one of those states where one doesn't know what just happened, or why. A state of disbelief. He sat on his bed, wondering what possessed Maldrin to do that. Bloody flaming idiot... he thought to himself, grumbling as he rested a bit before going to practice his forms.

[Zachary]

It was night by the time Maldrin stumbled back to the yard, after having gotten lost twice. His face was covered in bruises, and he was fairly sure his nose was broken. He was going to have to get it set soon, but for now he was too drunk to give a care. He was lucky that he'd been given a free day, otherwise he'd be in quite a bit of trouble. Though he might already be in trouble, if that bloody rat went crying to the Mistress of Training. Though at the moment, Maldrin didn't care about that possibility either.

 

He crossed the grass, heading for the barracks when he looked up and saw the star-filled sky. The moon was at a quarter, and it all looked beautiful. Suddenly the world spinned and Maldrin realized he'd fallen down onto the grass. Deciding it was too much trouble to get up, he lay his head on his arms and looked at the sky. Within ten minutes, he began snoring, dreaming of standing on that moon, and for some strange reason eating cheese.