CHULANE
He was a husk of a man. A shell, a walking in a haze through the Citadel. The world didn't feel real anymore. Nothing felt real, not since.. He could hardly think on it directly, and yet it was all that was on his mind.
He went about his duties, though there was no smile on his lips. His bright blue eyes seemed dull and grey in comparison to the optimism they once showed, his zest and energy sapped. But still, he showed up, he did the work, and went back to his house to sleep, only to get up again the next day and rinse and repeat the motions.
And so it was the husk of a man who arrived today, upon seeing Loren put out a call for assistance. Normally, he'd be happy to assist. Today, he was just assisting.
Blank stares viewed the woman and her dragonling with something undefined; on one hand, he wanted to hate her for taking Kia on this adventure, on the other, he wanted to beg her for more details of what happened. Either way, right now wasn't the time - he had neither the energy nor the focus to manage a conversation with her, or Loren for that matter, on the details of his lover's death.
"I'll build the wall." Tones were dry, spoken by a parched and cracking voice. He'd build the wall; that was all he'd been doing within himself since the news, he was getting quite good at it.
He went about his duties, though there was no smile on his lips. His bright blue eyes seemed dull and grey in comparison to the optimism they once showed, his zest and energy sapped. But still, he showed up, he did the work, and went back to his house to sleep, only to get up again the next day and rinse and repeat the motions.
And so it was the husk of a man who arrived today, upon seeing Loren put out a call for assistance. Normally, he'd be happy to assist. Today, he was just assisting.
Blank stares viewed the woman and her dragonling with something undefined; on one hand, he wanted to hate her for taking Kia on this adventure, on the other, he wanted to beg her for more details of what happened. Either way, right now wasn't the time - he had neither the energy nor the focus to manage a conversation with her, or Loren for that matter, on the details of his lover's death.
"I'll build the wall." Tones were dry, spoken by a parched and cracking voice. He'd build the wall; that was all he'd been doing within himself since the news, he was getting quite good at it.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
