08-12-2018, 12:18 PM
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Of late Aita had found sleep elusive to a point much of their night was spent curled within one corner or another counting any manner of things, seeking to push their mind into a state of exhaustion by force if such became necessary, but it simply continued on, forcing them to continue the meaningless counting or seek other tasks. Sick of such they had set about sorting and tidying the herbs present within the tree house only to find the work passed all too quickly, enough stimuli to keep them focused on the task until it reached its conclusion yet not enough to tire them.
Little was present to capture the young sage's attention, reading held little appeal when it became an impossibility without waking another, sketching upon a similar line, and they held little care to converse with another, further attempts to sleep holding little sway over them, pushed aside for the prospect of a walk. Familiar was the trek which lead them through the jungle, one they had walked each morning as they sought company, curious as to what events transpired as they slumbered, drawing them towards the bay, already the sounds of the ocean faint but noticeable. For a time Aita merely walked, enjoying the sensation of the course grains between their toes, water lapping at their paws before it was drawn back once more, enjoying the quiet of the night.
Voices. Familiar were all but one, dark ears swivelling around, straining to catch the exact words spoken. Curiosity rose within Aita and their pace quickened, a little jog now though the wet sand slowed them somewhat, slowing only slightly when they drew close enough to pick apart individuals. They had forgone bringing their own bag, though the contents were merely basic herbs meant for minor injuries they would be able to patch up alone, all the same dark lips parted admitting a soft curse. Drawing closer they looked towards Argus with a raised brow, unsure as to what brought the Quartermaster here. They had yet to learn of her medical knowledge and would likely hold a similar opinion to that of her aunt, but for now they thought better of addressing the wolf, instead offering their inquiry to both Soothsayers.
“Anytin I can 'elp wit or get?” This was not their place and so they would stand back, allow the pair to work and merely watch for now, waiting to be called upon if their assistance would be needed.
Of late Aita had found sleep elusive to a point much of their night was spent curled within one corner or another counting any manner of things, seeking to push their mind into a state of exhaustion by force if such became necessary, but it simply continued on, forcing them to continue the meaningless counting or seek other tasks. Sick of such they had set about sorting and tidying the herbs present within the tree house only to find the work passed all too quickly, enough stimuli to keep them focused on the task until it reached its conclusion yet not enough to tire them.
Little was present to capture the young sage's attention, reading held little appeal when it became an impossibility without waking another, sketching upon a similar line, and they held little care to converse with another, further attempts to sleep holding little sway over them, pushed aside for the prospect of a walk. Familiar was the trek which lead them through the jungle, one they had walked each morning as they sought company, curious as to what events transpired as they slumbered, drawing them towards the bay, already the sounds of the ocean faint but noticeable. For a time Aita merely walked, enjoying the sensation of the course grains between their toes, water lapping at their paws before it was drawn back once more, enjoying the quiet of the night.
Voices. Familiar were all but one, dark ears swivelling around, straining to catch the exact words spoken. Curiosity rose within Aita and their pace quickened, a little jog now though the wet sand slowed them somewhat, slowing only slightly when they drew close enough to pick apart individuals. They had forgone bringing their own bag, though the contents were merely basic herbs meant for minor injuries they would be able to patch up alone, all the same dark lips parted admitting a soft curse. Drawing closer they looked towards Argus with a raised brow, unsure as to what brought the Quartermaster here. They had yet to learn of her medical knowledge and would likely hold a similar opinion to that of her aunt, but for now they thought better of addressing the wolf, instead offering their inquiry to both Soothsayers.
“Anytin I can 'elp wit or get?” This was not their place and so they would stand back, allow the pair to work and merely watch for now, waiting to be called upon if their assistance would be needed.