It was rare for anyone to care for Virikai. He rarely became unwell at any rate, but even if he did, he did not seek out someone to coddle him, nor especially to pity him. Now, being told that he was unwell, and that he should be seen to, the eídisi bristled, eyes hardening as they flickered over the Agents in charge of the expedition. He said nothing in response - still fighting to ignore the cacophony in his head as he tried to regain some semblance of control. He was not some child to be treated like an invalid.
The little tree creature, too, seemed to be having none of it. Despite the cold, she seemed to be quite happy to bounce around, compassion for everyone else but herself. Despite himself, Virikai felt his heart warm with… something he could only describe as exasperated fondness. What was this?.
Today had been a day full of firsts, and the young lordling was not sure he had liked any of them. First instinct was to stay - there were enough injured volunteers after chasing the two runaway orphans all over the city, and the Infirmary could no doubt use the extra support from a trained individual. It would be beneficial, to go above and beyond, even after being dismissed as a volunteer.
On the other hand… he had been dismissed, and he was done. Too much was happening, and he wanted to be alone, safe from the noises around him. Then, he wanted to speak with his father. This was no doubt Yvithia’s lasts gift to him, and he did not understand it. Virikai did not like not understanding something. It confused him more when it was his own mind betraying him. He was no use to anyone like this.
The little tree creature, too, seemed to be having none of it. Despite the cold, she seemed to be quite happy to bounce around, compassion for everyone else but herself. Despite himself, Virikai felt his heart warm with… something he could only describe as exasperated fondness. What was this?.
Today had been a day full of firsts, and the young lordling was not sure he had liked any of them. First instinct was to stay - there were enough injured volunteers after chasing the two runaway orphans all over the city, and the Infirmary could no doubt use the extra support from a trained individual. It would be beneficial, to go above and beyond, even after being dismissed as a volunteer.
On the other hand… he had been dismissed, and he was done. Too much was happening, and he wanted to be alone, safe from the noises around him. Then, he wanted to speak with his father. This was no doubt Yvithia’s lasts gift to him, and he did not understand it. Virikai did not like not understanding something. It confused him more when it was his own mind betraying him. He was no use to anyone like this.
The Ice Prince-