6th of Zi'da, arc 717
It had been a rough couple of trials, even more so than what was usual for the danger-seeking boy. He understood that with his adventure hungry ways, he would get into trouble rather a lot, but when the trouble came when he was drunk or high, essentially, when he wasn't himself to fight it, he would simply succumb to it. First, it was that drug that fellow in the tavern gave him, right before he left for Astedia, to meet the marshal. Oh boy did he regret taking that drug. It made him appear unprofessional, childish and unprepared in front of his superior, and even though he was all of those things even without drugs, he could've perhaps delayed the full introduction of his traits for a couple trials at the very least. He didn't want lord Andaris to figure out all those things about him in a matter of minutes. Only thinking about it made him dizzy, so he decided to stop, as he walked the streets of the city. And yet he was bored, thus his brain would return to the past in the way of avoiding thinking about the future. He had a long road ahead of him before he could actually ride a jacadon, and that made him even dizzier. The young man of messy hair moved through the open city gates like a drunkard, stepping right and left instead of going straight ahead. And bullcrap, he was thinking about the future. Didn't he say he wouldn't do that? So his brain returned to the horrible events of the past couple trials, and it gave its final thoughts on the whole drug situation from five trials ago. He wouldn't repeat his actions, he promised himself once again, having completely forgotten that he had already done that. Maybe he shouldn't have drunk the ale he did so early in the trial?
And thinking of alcohol, his mind returned to the scene from two nights ago, where he, like the idiot he was, missed an opportunity to get together with a woman so beautiful...so beautiful...he couldn't exactly remember what she looked like. And who could blame him, considering that night the alcohol was on one of his friends, thus he drank and drank until his mind was a puddle just moving from one side of his skull to the other. There was some talking done with the woman, and then she got angry over something he said, told him to fek himself, and left. Was that really it? But what did he say? Surely not something he would've said sober, considering no woman has ever been as angry at him. Of course, most women wouldn't talk to him for an extended period of time either, he thought as he moved through the trees outside the city walls. What was he doing here again? Oh yes, he was supposed to be exercising, running and jumping and whatnot. To get rid of the hangover. One of his idiot friends from the military suggested that with a chuckle. Who knew, maybe the advice was just a joke meant to make him more uncomfortable than he already was? Or maybe it was an actual way of getting rid of a hangover. Why was he hungover again? Hadn't the night of drinking been two nights ago? Or did he have another one last night. Yes he did, of course he did. What else would've he done? He would visit a tavern in the morning, say hello to his buddies, mates and friendos, then go on to do his skyriding duties, which weren't in the sky, and had nothing to do with riding, and then return to a tavern at the end of the trial and enjoy some drinking with his pals. So many different words for acquaintances, he thought as he nearly trampled the smallest, cutest creature he had ever seen. Or rather, he hadn't ever seen, considering he missed it as he walked.
Only moments later, after he had passed it, did he turn around and look at it. "Oh by the Seven!" He yelled out with surprise colouring his voice, as he gazed into the wooden thing, or rather being. It was so cute, so incredibly cute, he just wanted to pat it and cuddle it, even though he knew it wouldn't be all fluffy and soft, considering it looked like it was made of wood. He had heard stories about them, tuwana, their names were. Or maybe wutana? Something like that, surely, he thought as he continued gazing at it for a couple trills. "What are you?" He asked with way too much bluntness in his tone, although he knew what it was. Well, sort of knew. Could've guessed, if he was asked, was more like it. He really just wanted to know whether it had a name, and if it wanted to be best friends with him. And also, whether or not it had others of the same species somewhere around here, and if he could meet them. He wanted to know everything about it, in truth, from whether it could float to whether it could fight Learning new things, what fun.
And thinking of alcohol, his mind returned to the scene from two nights ago, where he, like the idiot he was, missed an opportunity to get together with a woman so beautiful...so beautiful...he couldn't exactly remember what she looked like. And who could blame him, considering that night the alcohol was on one of his friends, thus he drank and drank until his mind was a puddle just moving from one side of his skull to the other. There was some talking done with the woman, and then she got angry over something he said, told him to fek himself, and left. Was that really it? But what did he say? Surely not something he would've said sober, considering no woman has ever been as angry at him. Of course, most women wouldn't talk to him for an extended period of time either, he thought as he moved through the trees outside the city walls. What was he doing here again? Oh yes, he was supposed to be exercising, running and jumping and whatnot. To get rid of the hangover. One of his idiot friends from the military suggested that with a chuckle. Who knew, maybe the advice was just a joke meant to make him more uncomfortable than he already was? Or maybe it was an actual way of getting rid of a hangover. Why was he hungover again? Hadn't the night of drinking been two nights ago? Or did he have another one last night. Yes he did, of course he did. What else would've he done? He would visit a tavern in the morning, say hello to his buddies, mates and friendos, then go on to do his skyriding duties, which weren't in the sky, and had nothing to do with riding, and then return to a tavern at the end of the trial and enjoy some drinking with his pals. So many different words for acquaintances, he thought as he nearly trampled the smallest, cutest creature he had ever seen. Or rather, he hadn't ever seen, considering he missed it as he walked.
Only moments later, after he had passed it, did he turn around and look at it. "Oh by the Seven!" He yelled out with surprise colouring his voice, as he gazed into the wooden thing, or rather being. It was so cute, so incredibly cute, he just wanted to pat it and cuddle it, even though he knew it wouldn't be all fluffy and soft, considering it looked like it was made of wood. He had heard stories about them, tuwana, their names were. Or maybe wutana? Something like that, surely, he thought as he continued gazing at it for a couple trills. "What are you?" He asked with way too much bluntness in his tone, although he knew what it was. Well, sort of knew. Could've guessed, if he was asked, was more like it. He really just wanted to know whether it had a name, and if it wanted to be best friends with him. And also, whether or not it had others of the same species somewhere around here, and if he could meet them. He wanted to know everything about it, in truth, from whether it could float to whether it could fight Learning new things, what fun.
