[*sleeping on the job.]
Astrid was one of the most dedicated people you’d ever meet when it came to virtually anything that she did. It was just in her nature. It was because of this, that this event was so unlikely.
There had been heavy, screeching winds the entire night before, leaving Astrid’s little home on the outside of Pratus both nearly blown over and very, very noisy while she tried to sleep. So, the little yellow-clad girl was tired, to say the least. Determined to do her job to the best of her ability, as always, she paced furiously to keep herself from falling asleep. However, suddenly getting lost in thought about something, her pace had slowed, and slowed, and slowed… and before she knew it, she was out cold.
The guard of Pratus had fallen asleep on the job. She could only hope someone would wake her up before she got in serious trouble, or worse, someone from the neighbor kingdoms find this opportunity ripe to pillage the town.
"Hey."
No response.
"Hey. You."
Soft snoring.
"Hey. Pipsqueak."
"Short stuff."
"Half-pint."
"Small fry."
Did Darius have any particular reason to ridicule the sleeping guard? No, not really. But the wind had died, and he was stuck floating about ten feet in midair, upside down, and he couldn't really be assed to find a thermal to ride. So he had to entertain himself somehow, didn't he? He was amused for now just by coming up with new nicknames to call the softly snoring girl, but it was starting to get old since she wasn't replying. Darius was silent for another couple moments, contemplative, until a slow and sly grin spread across his face beneath his mask.
A few minutes later, Darius put his pen back into his pocket, right-side up and quite satisfied with the masterwork he had made of the guard's face. Well, actually, it was pretty crude by the cartographer's usual standards, but in this case he was perfectly happy with the facial hair, various curses and crude depiction of genitalia he had rendered on her visage.
