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[Sometimes Ardost finds himself in the grip of existential boredom. And sometimes that boredom incites him to walk to the bottom of the nearby pond in the dead of night in the middle of a rainstorm to look up at the surface to see if it will be any different. It's even later when he emerges, and shambles back to the Tower, tracking water wherever he goes.] Aeredh. Aeredh!
aeredh replied to your post: aeredh said:Lastborn? What... wha...
[She stares blankly.] I should have woken up.
And done what?
Lastborn? What... what happened?
[Ardost blinks slowly. His throat is still a bloody mess, to say nothing of his front. His reply is an almost unintellgible rasp.] I've made a friend!
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[Aeredh is good. She puts up with the petty little things he does to see if she'll progress beyond annoyed, and she has been tight-lipped concerning what little information about himself he allows her to have. So far, she's been able to keep up with him, and she's served him well as far as his expectations of a housecarl go. He doesn't trust her, but that's half the fun.The thing he best enjoys, is that this is a sentiment that Aeredh likely shares with him. Narcissist that he is, Ardost is most interested in discerning just how alike they really are.]
"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"
"That would be because it is broken, Aeredh, my sweet."
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Aeredh,Aeredh. I am compelled to always say your name twice when I desire your attention. Have you noticed this? You ask questions enough that it is no challenge to believe that you must have. Ah. And another of my guests has combusted. Before you ask, I had nothing to do with it, truly. I believe some of them is fixed to the ceiling, but struggle to lay my eyes on it. I know of your dislike for the sounds of dripping, and hope to see the matter attended to in the interest of sparing us both future inconvenience.Come down here at once.A
aeredh replied to your post: aeredh asked:Lastborn? [She turns...
Apologies. It was left out, so I had a look.
[He holds out his hand for the whistle expectantly.]
Lastborn? [She turns the odd wood piece over in her fingers.] What's this? I've made dozens of whistles, but I've never seen wood like this.
That belongs to me. Why have you touched it?
