Post by Roan on Apr 14, 2007 17:40:44 GMT -5
Why was relaxing so hard?
Roan wondered if it defeated the purpose of relaxing when she had to struggle to do so. Because no matter how hard her efforts, she really couldn’t. So much had happened in the last 24 hours that she felt like she was just constantly moving and going through stuff and it was hard to put on the brakes and realize that it was over. Most girls her age would not be able to easily pick themselves up from what she had gone through, and the brunette had thought she was different then them. She thought that she would be able to easily pick herself out of this mess and move on, but it appeared to be the opposite.
After Muryllis had gone away to prepare for his battle with Syrus, Roan had been left with a few choices. She could either go and try and escape from those who had been a part of the Hunt and delay her anxiety a few more hours or she could seek them out and find answers to what had happened the previous evening. She elected to the prior, as the Hufflepuff was by no means ready for anything of that manner. What was Sylph going to say to her for leaving her like that? And what had happened at the school with Fenrir? He was surely dead, right? If so, then why was she so worried about what may have happened?
The girl had tried to lie down after the Ravenclaw had left, but she found unable to slip into any form of sleep or rest that would benefit her. So, with an annoyed growl, she had grabbed a novel and gone to the one place in the school she thought that she could disappear, the library. With it’s many shelves she was sure to find a place where nobody would find her even if they sought her out for some odd reason. Her dragons, Aiden and Song, were not content to let Roan wander by herself at the moment after all of the strange things happening at the school. So with a little bit of argument, they trudged along the hall along with Roan, hidden by Song’s powers.
Upon seeing the entrance of the Library, the brunette felt a shiver run down her spine. I first met Fenrir at the library at Magic Horizons. That was when everything changed. Roan shook it off though, not really wanting to debate with herself over her enemy. He was surely dead, Sylph wouldn’t have allowed him to get away and the school was not abuzz with grief so she couldn’t be dead herself. One of them had to die, it had to be Fenrir, end of story. But still…she was worried.
Passing through the doors, Roan made for the shelves of the littler used books marked by dust and no wear. This area of the library was nearer the back and a tad bit darker but much more suited to her uses. Unless some student wanted to study an obscure topic out of a book that probably hadn't been read for a while, she was safe. Choosing an aisle, she sat down against the musty books while her dragons curled around her feet. Stubbornly fighting back thoughts, she opened her book and drew her knees to her chest while she started to read.
Started being the key word, because every time she would try and read a sentence she realized that her mind was wandering and not taking in the words. It was as if her eyes were glass and the words were just slipping right off of the edge of them, and nothing truly entering. Roan got frustrated after a few minutes of just trying to get into the book and slammed it shut before throwing it next to her. With a groan she drew her knees up and rested her head on them, feeling thoroughly worn out and at the same time not able to rest or relax.
Psh, when had she ever truly relaxed though?
There was just too much on her mind to take part in the simpler things in life. And not just about the Hunt’s outcome either. Romulus and what he had become and what he had done was a main part of her mind. What he had done to her and what scars he had inflicted upon her past were not likely to heal easily, or fade without help. But what was she supposed to tell her friends? That she had consented the first time due to a love potion and was nearly raped the second? That wasn’t common dinner talk, nor something easy to bring up in a conversation. Plus who would she tell? Honestly she didn’t want Muryllis to know, or Sylph for that matter either. There seemed to be just no way out for that, and it would be a problem she would carry for her life until she got out.
And Muryllis, that topic was one she wanted to ignore. Roan had faith in him, she had see how strong he was and knew that he wanted to live, but she couldn’t help but worry. She had also been on Syrus’s end, and had endured captivity under him and another duel by the mad man. The brunette was very worried about if Muryllis was going to get out or not, and if he did, would he do so unscarred? These were thoughts she didn’t want to consider as the Hufflepuff really did not feel like burying another friend, especially one that she felt so close to. Even though her mind told her that he had to get through it no matter what, she was ever the cynic and was still worried for his life.
And if that wasn’t enough, the bite that she had received the evening before was also a little nagging thought trying to push to the forefront. Her shoulder was still sore not in the manner that it hurt, but every time she thought about the bite she could feel her shoulder. That was odd how Romulus had done that, calling it a ‘gift’. So far the only thing she had gotten from it was some massive blood loss, a huge debt, and a headache. Not so much of a gift. And the vampire was possibly cryptic at times so Roan was a tad bit worried about what this so called ‘gift’ was that would come from his bite.
Hopefully it wasn’t bad.
The brunette pulled her knees in closer and tried to bat away thoughts like one tries to rid themselves of nagging flies. But it was to no avail. Until she sorted through the mess of the Hunt and the events connected and saw the end of Muryllis’s fight with Syrus, there wouldn’t be any peace.
She would have been content to just sit there and avoid people further, but her head snapped up and hazel eyes gazed curiously and worriedly to the entrance to her aisle, where she could hear footsteps. Apparently her isolation was short lived.
Roan wondered if it defeated the purpose of relaxing when she had to struggle to do so. Because no matter how hard her efforts, she really couldn’t. So much had happened in the last 24 hours that she felt like she was just constantly moving and going through stuff and it was hard to put on the brakes and realize that it was over. Most girls her age would not be able to easily pick themselves up from what she had gone through, and the brunette had thought she was different then them. She thought that she would be able to easily pick herself out of this mess and move on, but it appeared to be the opposite.
After Muryllis had gone away to prepare for his battle with Syrus, Roan had been left with a few choices. She could either go and try and escape from those who had been a part of the Hunt and delay her anxiety a few more hours or she could seek them out and find answers to what had happened the previous evening. She elected to the prior, as the Hufflepuff was by no means ready for anything of that manner. What was Sylph going to say to her for leaving her like that? And what had happened at the school with Fenrir? He was surely dead, right? If so, then why was she so worried about what may have happened?
The girl had tried to lie down after the Ravenclaw had left, but she found unable to slip into any form of sleep or rest that would benefit her. So, with an annoyed growl, she had grabbed a novel and gone to the one place in the school she thought that she could disappear, the library. With it’s many shelves she was sure to find a place where nobody would find her even if they sought her out for some odd reason. Her dragons, Aiden and Song, were not content to let Roan wander by herself at the moment after all of the strange things happening at the school. So with a little bit of argument, they trudged along the hall along with Roan, hidden by Song’s powers.
Upon seeing the entrance of the Library, the brunette felt a shiver run down her spine. I first met Fenrir at the library at Magic Horizons. That was when everything changed. Roan shook it off though, not really wanting to debate with herself over her enemy. He was surely dead, Sylph wouldn’t have allowed him to get away and the school was not abuzz with grief so she couldn’t be dead herself. One of them had to die, it had to be Fenrir, end of story. But still…she was worried.
Passing through the doors, Roan made for the shelves of the littler used books marked by dust and no wear. This area of the library was nearer the back and a tad bit darker but much more suited to her uses. Unless some student wanted to study an obscure topic out of a book that probably hadn't been read for a while, she was safe. Choosing an aisle, she sat down against the musty books while her dragons curled around her feet. Stubbornly fighting back thoughts, she opened her book and drew her knees to her chest while she started to read.
Started being the key word, because every time she would try and read a sentence she realized that her mind was wandering and not taking in the words. It was as if her eyes were glass and the words were just slipping right off of the edge of them, and nothing truly entering. Roan got frustrated after a few minutes of just trying to get into the book and slammed it shut before throwing it next to her. With a groan she drew her knees up and rested her head on them, feeling thoroughly worn out and at the same time not able to rest or relax.
Psh, when had she ever truly relaxed though?
There was just too much on her mind to take part in the simpler things in life. And not just about the Hunt’s outcome either. Romulus and what he had become and what he had done was a main part of her mind. What he had done to her and what scars he had inflicted upon her past were not likely to heal easily, or fade without help. But what was she supposed to tell her friends? That she had consented the first time due to a love potion and was nearly raped the second? That wasn’t common dinner talk, nor something easy to bring up in a conversation. Plus who would she tell? Honestly she didn’t want Muryllis to know, or Sylph for that matter either. There seemed to be just no way out for that, and it would be a problem she would carry for her life until she got out.
And Muryllis, that topic was one she wanted to ignore. Roan had faith in him, she had see how strong he was and knew that he wanted to live, but she couldn’t help but worry. She had also been on Syrus’s end, and had endured captivity under him and another duel by the mad man. The brunette was very worried about if Muryllis was going to get out or not, and if he did, would he do so unscarred? These were thoughts she didn’t want to consider as the Hufflepuff really did not feel like burying another friend, especially one that she felt so close to. Even though her mind told her that he had to get through it no matter what, she was ever the cynic and was still worried for his life.
And if that wasn’t enough, the bite that she had received the evening before was also a little nagging thought trying to push to the forefront. Her shoulder was still sore not in the manner that it hurt, but every time she thought about the bite she could feel her shoulder. That was odd how Romulus had done that, calling it a ‘gift’. So far the only thing she had gotten from it was some massive blood loss, a huge debt, and a headache. Not so much of a gift. And the vampire was possibly cryptic at times so Roan was a tad bit worried about what this so called ‘gift’ was that would come from his bite.
Hopefully it wasn’t bad.
The brunette pulled her knees in closer and tried to bat away thoughts like one tries to rid themselves of nagging flies. But it was to no avail. Until she sorted through the mess of the Hunt and the events connected and saw the end of Muryllis’s fight with Syrus, there wouldn’t be any peace.
She would have been content to just sit there and avoid people further, but her head snapped up and hazel eyes gazed curiously and worriedly to the entrance to her aisle, where she could hear footsteps. Apparently her isolation was short lived.