Being holed up like a frightened child definitely wasn’t Aonghas’ idea of a good time, nor was it an experience he was entirely comfortable with. However he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little afraid, what with the whispers he had heard of the LongNight thus far. Gruesome and probably exaggerated tales of what had passed previously was all he had heard in the weeks leading up to tonight.
Regardless, Aonghas picked his way through the Luxere herd and the crowd who had also been heading for the safety of the Temple. Seeing the Queen standing by the entrance he nodded a cordial greeting as he headed through the large doors and into the huge space that was beginning to fill with others seeking protection within the grand walls. As a relative newcomer he didn’t recognise many faces at all - although he had spotted Loren speaking with a woman in what appeared to be (from where he was standing) a serious tone. Opting not to interrupt for the sake of standing near a person he actually knows, he instead gave an awkward wave of acknowledgement that he was pretty sure went unseen.
Not quite comfortable standing in the centre of a room on this occasion he set his grey eyes upon a nice spot over by the side of the hall and made his way over. There were people around him, he noted, that had some light weaponry with them. He cursed himself for not lifting a knife or something else sharp from the Launceleyn Manor kitchen. Gods, he would have killed for a knife right now. Just something to give him some illusion of being able to protect himself. Just in case.
Aonghas leaned against the wall and fumbled with the fastenings of his cloak, feeling entirely out of place here. He had no idea what to expect really, apart from the emphatic stories he had been told by locals. Before, he had never been afraid of the dark nor the beasties who would dwell within it. But this was his first LongNight so that stance could very well be subject to change.
Regardless, Aonghas picked his way through the Luxere herd and the crowd who had also been heading for the safety of the Temple. Seeing the Queen standing by the entrance he nodded a cordial greeting as he headed through the large doors and into the huge space that was beginning to fill with others seeking protection within the grand walls. As a relative newcomer he didn’t recognise many faces at all - although he had spotted Loren speaking with a woman in what appeared to be (from where he was standing) a serious tone. Opting not to interrupt for the sake of standing near a person he actually knows, he instead gave an awkward wave of acknowledgement that he was pretty sure went unseen.
Not quite comfortable standing in the centre of a room on this occasion he set his grey eyes upon a nice spot over by the side of the hall and made his way over. There were people around him, he noted, that had some light weaponry with them. He cursed himself for not lifting a knife or something else sharp from the Launceleyn Manor kitchen. Gods, he would have killed for a knife right now. Just something to give him some illusion of being able to protect himself. Just in case.
Aonghas leaned against the wall and fumbled with the fastenings of his cloak, feeling entirely out of place here. He had no idea what to expect really, apart from the emphatic stories he had been told by locals. Before, he had never been afraid of the dark nor the beasties who would dwell within it. But this was his first LongNight so that stance could very well be subject to change.
