Deviation Actions
Description
The streets of Sybal Heim smelled like ice, coal smoke, and applewood burning in home fires. The fragrance of winter. It hung over slate rooftops in a lacy haze that made a man long for the indoors, especially after a wearying day of work on the water.
Marron had been raring to get back to work when the sun had risen this morning. Come afternoon, he wasn’t entirely sure he felt the same way. He pulled the knot tight on La Lumiere’s mooring with cold-clumsy fingers, and had to take a moment to rest.
A light rain fell over the city, barely above freezing. His leather cap kept him dry and felt coat did a fair job at warmth, but that wasn’t what was bothering him. With a grimace, Marron limped over to a brightly painted bench by the canalside and rubbed his aching knee. His right, the one that Kahina had smashed. Three Reversions later, and it still hurt. Not badly-- well, not before the foul weather and a long day on his feet-- but after two hundred years of never once experiencing lasting discomfort, the persistent twinge was causing him as much emotional distress as it was physical.
The Estate physicians who had looked him over following their misadventure had warned him it might happen. He didn’t understand any of their technical diagnosis, but either due to Kahina’s efforts, or his own abuse immediately following, they had warned him that the injury he had sustained might never fully heal. Yet he had had such faith in the Change, he never once stopped to consider…
Maybe if I give it just a few more days</i>, he thought, shoving his worries to one side through sheer force of will. You’ll feel better after a warm meal and somethin’ to drink. There’s a little place, the Golden Monkey...around here somewhere? Marron grit his teeth and hauled himself up to give the search a try...
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RP Details
Length:
Medium
Word Count:
7514
Characters:
Marron O'Taite (Leunbrund)
Darshil Sethi(Turtle-Arts)
Tags:
-Reeta Skeeter is a Blond Man
-Octopus Balls and Angry Cattle
-"You'll Grow Into It"