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EquinoxSol
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Once Aurea left, Linnor walked back to his uncle's home, calling, "I'm home," as soon as he had pulled back the curtain hanging in the doorway. Blacksnake was telling his daughters an old story about the nature gods and how they came to be. It had been one of his favorites as a child, and he was surprised that it captured Blakesnake's daughter's attention so well. Indeed, they hardly looked up at Linnor as he entered.
Finding Dreamrain in the bedroom, hanging fresh curtains over the glass-less windows, Linnor asked, "Can you help me get this off?" he asked, gesturing towards the shirt. She nodded, a light smile on her face.
"Are you going to tell me what happened to break your leg and..." She took note of how he gasped when she started lifting the hem of the tunic. "Your ribs or stomach...?"
Linnor sighed. "I got beat up walking home from work yesterday...She helped me to her house and..." He cursed when his arms were lifted to pull the tunic over his head. "...got me to Icetalon..." Dreamrain nodded before pulling the tunic all the way off of him. She gasped when she saw the extent of the bruises on his side before pulling him into an embrace.
"Oh, Nightvine..." she murmured. "Those Aka's hurt you so bad..."
Gently, he pushed her off of him, grabbing for a rough cotton shirt that sat, folded, beneath his bed. Pulling it on easily, taking in a sharp breath when his ribs shifted, he said, "It doesn't matter. My leg will be better in a few weeks, Icetalon said...And the shirt is mine now..." Seeing the look in Dreamrain's eyes, he said, "I don't want to sell it. They'll think we stole it...I...I don't know what I want to do with it right now..." He trailed off, before continuing, "I just want to go to sleep..."
"Fine," Dreamrain said, smiling sadly. After that, she left him, and Linnor was able to lie down on his bed. It was decidedly less comfortable than the bed in the spare room at Aurea's home, but he fell asleep nonetheless, and when he awoke, it was morning.
Standing up, he changed in silence, not wanting to wake up the others who lived there, all of whom were sleeping. His uncle worked mostly with the other tribes and their tribeleaders, taking Linnor's place until he was old enough while Dreamrain worked as a cleaner to some noble in the city elf part of town. Both of them wouldn't have to be awake for a few more hours, but Linnor was expected at Silver Lantern Trading early in the morning.
Once he was dressed, he left, limping towards Market Square. At the building, a decently-large merchant shop, he unlocked the back door, stepping inside and beginning to open up the windows and unlock the front doors. The owner, an older elf named Ahdiar, wouldn't arrive for at least another hour, but the other apprentice, a Tralk tribeswoman named Ima, should have been arriving soon. Opening the large front windows and setting up the counter through which purchases would be made, Linnor sat down behind it, deciding that he would sit in the shade as much as possible on that hot day.
Finding Dreamrain in the bedroom, hanging fresh curtains over the glass-less windows, Linnor asked, "Can you help me get this off?" he asked, gesturing towards the shirt. She nodded, a light smile on her face.
"Are you going to tell me what happened to break your leg and..." She took note of how he gasped when she started lifting the hem of the tunic. "Your ribs or stomach...?"
Linnor sighed. "I got beat up walking home from work yesterday...She helped me to her house and..." He cursed when his arms were lifted to pull the tunic over his head. "...got me to Icetalon..." Dreamrain nodded before pulling the tunic all the way off of him. She gasped when she saw the extent of the bruises on his side before pulling him into an embrace.
"Oh, Nightvine..." she murmured. "Those Aka's hurt you so bad..."
Gently, he pushed her off of him, grabbing for a rough cotton shirt that sat, folded, beneath his bed. Pulling it on easily, taking in a sharp breath when his ribs shifted, he said, "It doesn't matter. My leg will be better in a few weeks, Icetalon said...And the shirt is mine now..." Seeing the look in Dreamrain's eyes, he said, "I don't want to sell it. They'll think we stole it...I...I don't know what I want to do with it right now..." He trailed off, before continuing, "I just want to go to sleep..."
"Fine," Dreamrain said, smiling sadly. After that, she left him, and Linnor was able to lie down on his bed. It was decidedly less comfortable than the bed in the spare room at Aurea's home, but he fell asleep nonetheless, and when he awoke, it was morning.
Standing up, he changed in silence, not wanting to wake up the others who lived there, all of whom were sleeping. His uncle worked mostly with the other tribes and their tribeleaders, taking Linnor's place until he was old enough while Dreamrain worked as a cleaner to some noble in the city elf part of town. Both of them wouldn't have to be awake for a few more hours, but Linnor was expected at Silver Lantern Trading early in the morning.
Once he was dressed, he left, limping towards Market Square. At the building, a decently-large merchant shop, he unlocked the back door, stepping inside and beginning to open up the windows and unlock the front doors. The owner, an older elf named Ahdiar, wouldn't arrive for at least another hour, but the other apprentice, a Tralk tribeswoman named Ima, should have been arriving soon. Opening the large front windows and setting up the counter through which purchases would be made, Linnor sat down behind it, deciding that he would sit in the shade as much as possible on that hot day.