The End of an Age

Sleepless Night

"Robert's wandering mind."

Robert sighed, as he looked over the softly breathing form of Piper as she beside him. It wasn’t easy, sleeping like this… Mostly because he was huge, and the beds offered to the normal Jarl soldiers weren’t up to snuff. He’d had to commandeer another, and shove them together. With a couple blankets in the middle to hide the spot where they met, he had himself something more appropriate for sharing with another living creature. She was frowning. She always frowned as she slept, and that worried him. There wasn’t much he could do while she was sleeping, or while she was awake to help with whatever troubled her. He simply wasn’t the type to look towards to help with the deeper set emotional issues… He had his own that he didn’t even know how to approach. Perhaps someday. His response to the situation for the moment was to simply shift himself into a more uncomfortable position, to make hers moreso.
His mind wandered to the past few days, and what they’d meant to him. They’d been almost too rough. He could barely look Ned in the eyes, knowing their friendship was finding frays. Was he a coward? An idiot? How could he stick so stubbornly to the laws of this land, to his “code,” when it kept him at such a disadvantage? Those men, the ones that had tricked them into meeting in that clearing, that had killed those soldiers, that had captured Piper and held her hostage… They’d gotten away with it, cleanly. They had the breastplate, which meant the enemies to the very wellbeing of the world had an item of untold power. It had all been so clumsy, and yet it should have gone off without a hitch.
After “joining” the Icelanders, it had been their job to bring a shipment of drugs to a sweet eater that was feeding them information. They were doing such a good job, keeping an eye on the agents, making the drop and figuring out that it was the new Speaker who was betraying the Jarl. They’d even gotten a message to the Jarl about it all. And that was when it had started to go bad. The speaker saw him, and wanted his egg, the egg that would hatch and produce a manticor… Robert wanted nothing more than to raise one to fight beside him. Ever since he’d started slipping from his own skin, into Canis, he’d had an affinity to wild beasts. They mirrored him in so many ways, and it was comfortable. They didn’t argue so much, they did what had to be done. He was never going to give up that egg, whether or not their were soldiers following him. Of course, they didn’t last long when those men appeared, slitting their throats and giving him the cryptic “We have something you care about.” Telling him to meet them in the woods, with the chest plate. Fast forward, and you’ll find the standoff that went so badly. No one was hurt, but the breastplate was gone. Robert had chased them, had scoured their trail to no avail, his chest filled with anger. He’d never been good at losing, and that was what this was. They’d lost against such meager enemies that it burned, deeply inside the man, making him irritable and rash.
Robert shook his head, and bit back a small groan. His new position made him rest on his lashed back in a way that made it ache… He’d taken more than most men could, without crying out, without looking anywhere but the Jarl’s eyes. Throughout the halls, he’d heard himself called “Bloodless,” from the fact that he’d barely bled from the striping he’d taken. To his credit, the Jarl had never looked away from the burning glare of the barbarous man, instead offering his own that nearly made Robert himself look away. The man was a rock, unforgiving and unmoving, and it made Robert just bristle… Because he could see much to respect in the man. The Jarl hadn’t held himself above punishment. He’d taken his own lashes for holding them illegally days before. He’d even listened when Robert had first told the tale of what had passed since their last meeting, giving the Sweet Eating Speaker his due. In fact, after doling out the deserved punishments for breaking the laws of his land, he’d rewarded them all greatly for their help. Robert now could legally own his beast once it hatched, Gavin was named new Speaker, Ned was a Thane with a new, powerful sword, and Piper was invited to use the keeps alchemical equipment to further her learning. Robert wanted so badly to hate the man, but he found himself slowly, bit by stubborn bit, giving in to respect. If a man like that, strong and fiercely protective of his people, could so strongly believe in the laws of his land, did it not lend credence to it’s importance? Was Ned right?

Comments

I don’t frown! Lol. Very cool!

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I’ll write more on this later, but I like seeing some of Robert’s actual thoughts. We only ever get to see his reactions and his behavior. Pretty awesome, dude.

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this fuckin cloud guy….look at him posting without saying anything. also, awesome bro.

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LOL!

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you are never riding my dragon.

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I don’t even know why those comments are there! I didn’t do it!

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