@plaguedocere has received an invitation to the library.
as he stirred awake, the first thing roland recognized was the feeling of pain; the second, a lightness in his head, perhaps in his chest. with those two things in mind, he could put two and two together, coming to a conclusion: his emotions had apparently resonated with the library once again.
dark eyes blinked open, recognizing his surroundings once his eyes were no longer bleary. the floor of language. gebura's floor. yes, he remembered now. the conversation had turned to a subject that had struck his chest deeply, the failure to be able to protect angelica.
the failure to protect what he'd held dear.
and yet, there was something...no, someone missing, at the moment. julian. probably talking to gebura, so he'd figured, so it wasn't that terrible of a worry. even so, the knowledge of what had occurred on tiphereth's floor nagged at the back of his mind.
sitting up properly on the couch, roland rubbed the back of his head, before finally venturing to speak.
"ouch...i guess the red mist is still as powerful as ever..."