I need to grow, here I could be, Don't have to do this perfectly
A break, a moment of respite, where he might find some relief from the hurts that ail him. He dutifully wandered to the indicated bench, sitting and holding his head, gently massaging his temples to no avail. He hadn't realised the arrival of the unicorn immediately, else he would've greeted her more readily, but the proximity of a sniffing muzzle alerted him to her presence in short order, the gentle glowing of her horn understood soon after. He was distracted, absorbed by her ministrations over him that he didn't see Deimos get to work, crafting and conjuring, enlisting the magic he had mastered to easily form a bucket and a glass filled with water.
First, he gratefully accepted the healing Zuriel offered, and in the clarity of having his headache lifted he searched his jacket pocket for a treat to give her, always keeping some on him being the animal enthusiast he was. "Thanks Zuriel," grateful tones murmured as he held the treat beneath her muzzle for her, offering a gentle scritch under her chin as well if she would have it.
Then he accepted the glass of water from the General, noticing the bucket as well, relief evident. He drank, doing his best to sip and not gulp, to pace himself lest he make himself sicker rather than better. After consuming half of it, he put it aside and promptly lifted the bucket to pour over his chest, to wash away the hot sweat that just wasn't enough to cool his burnt and aching body. It was a huge relief, and while his skin still burned, it had at least settled to a dull itching ache that he could once again ignore, that he could push through and complete this training exercise properly.
He didn't rush into it, however, relishing the feel of the breeze on him, sipping at his water, taking his time to ensure he could stand without swaying, without tempting another headache to rise up and knock him over. When he was recovered, he stood and strode across the field, wielding his training sword, giving it a few swings, stretching himself again into the motions Deimos had shown him already in a slower, more deliberate way, before repeating them against invisible enemies. He tried to do the final manoeuvre that the General had shown him, and managed to find a patch of grass to trip on instead, interrupting the motion altogether.
He barked a laugh at himself, shaking his head - it was better than getting frustrated, angry or sulky about it, at least. "Will have to keep working on that one," he said with a roll to his shoulders, nodding to Deimos. "I'm as ready as I'll be."
First, he gratefully accepted the healing Zuriel offered, and in the clarity of having his headache lifted he searched his jacket pocket for a treat to give her, always keeping some on him being the animal enthusiast he was. "Thanks Zuriel," grateful tones murmured as he held the treat beneath her muzzle for her, offering a gentle scritch under her chin as well if she would have it.
Then he accepted the glass of water from the General, noticing the bucket as well, relief evident. He drank, doing his best to sip and not gulp, to pace himself lest he make himself sicker rather than better. After consuming half of it, he put it aside and promptly lifted the bucket to pour over his chest, to wash away the hot sweat that just wasn't enough to cool his burnt and aching body. It was a huge relief, and while his skin still burned, it had at least settled to a dull itching ache that he could once again ignore, that he could push through and complete this training exercise properly.
He didn't rush into it, however, relishing the feel of the breeze on him, sipping at his water, taking his time to ensure he could stand without swaying, without tempting another headache to rise up and knock him over. When he was recovered, he stood and strode across the field, wielding his training sword, giving it a few swings, stretching himself again into the motions Deimos had shown him already in a slower, more deliberate way, before repeating them against invisible enemies. He tried to do the final manoeuvre that the General had shown him, and managed to find a patch of grass to trip on instead, interrupting the motion altogether.
He barked a laugh at himself, shaking his head - it was better than getting frustrated, angry or sulky about it, at least. "Will have to keep working on that one," he said with a roll to his shoulders, nodding to Deimos. "I'm as ready as I'll be."
CHULANE
