CHULANE
Another day that wasn't really a day, shifting seamlessly into a night that wasn't really a night - or was, in that the sun was down. But then, the sun had been down for what felt like an age now. He could barely tell whether it was meant to be day or night right now, because along with the sun went his normal sleeping patterns apparently.
Insomnia plagued him, and there were only so many notes he could write, or books he could read, or halls he could wander. He found himself mingling in with the crowd, or hanging with Auni in the room he and Kia shared, or just sitting staring off at a wall of a random classroom, more often than not. Sleep was something of a mystery - with little to tire his body out, and less to keep his mind busy, and plenty to stir his anxieties up, he just… didn't sleep.
So he kept wandering, kept exploring, kept reading even if it drove him slowly mad. At this rate, Longnight would feel like only two or three days, with the amount of sleep he got in between the extended periods of tedious existence. He was in the library, sitting on a relatively soft chair, reading a book on some arcane magical topic that he normally would never have access to, or a need to read - but reading it anyway because it was more interesting than staring at the fire, or the wall, or anything else in this midnight nightmare of a time.
Insomnia plagued him, and there were only so many notes he could write, or books he could read, or halls he could wander. He found himself mingling in with the crowd, or hanging with Auni in the room he and Kia shared, or just sitting staring off at a wall of a random classroom, more often than not. Sleep was something of a mystery - with little to tire his body out, and less to keep his mind busy, and plenty to stir his anxieties up, he just… didn't sleep.
So he kept wandering, kept exploring, kept reading even if it drove him slowly mad. At this rate, Longnight would feel like only two or three days, with the amount of sleep he got in between the extended periods of tedious existence. He was in the library, sitting on a relatively soft chair, reading a book on some arcane magical topic that he normally would never have access to, or a need to read - but reading it anyway because it was more interesting than staring at the fire, or the wall, or anything else in this midnight nightmare of a time.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
