03-06-2020, 02:20 AM
[div style="margin: auto; text-align: right; padding-right: 14%; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; max-width: 600px; margin-top: 40px; font-family: georgia; color: #abbde2;"]I should be on top, but I'm always underground
Things are lookin' up, but I'm making myself drown
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #040c23; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding-right: 6%; padding-left: 6%;color: #abbde2;"] The man stifled a groan, he had been trying to take a nap.
But the sound of Aslisk's stern voice brought him back from his sleepy haze. Julian hauled himself up out of the chair, pushing the wooden piece back to the corner. A yawn pushed at the clerics lips, his hair seemed to fray and swirl in all different directions. Quickly fixing it, Julian pulls open a drawer, his mask and a red beetle broach lay there still. His fingers raced the broach as he reached for the mask, memories racing back to Nevivion and Vesuvia; his hometown and where he had met up with his sister. She, being long gone, was probably living a great life somewhere else.
Julian began to blow out the candles, he needed better lighting in this place. Hell, he needed to fix this place. Maybe he'd ask around for anyone who knew how to make lanterns. The smell of smoke filled the first chamber of this place. He'd yet to explore the rest.
The masked man made his way outside, he'd open a few windows on his way out; letting the smoke seep out. Aslisk's voice made Julian a bit annoyed, he understood that not all voices were soft but Aslisk's; there was anger behind her words every time she spoke. There was no need for the anger, at least none that he knew of. The wyverns words made his train of thought crash; off the rails. "There's a lavender field and rosemary bushes just outside the border some ways," he rumbled. "I still need supplies Aslisk, none of which are in the territory." It wasn't exactly a question of whether or not he could leave the territory to get them; it was him in hos own words telling Aslisk that he would get them despite her disapproval. He'd deal with the consequences later.