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Jul. 21st, 2020 08:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suitsaheroIn some ways, nothing has changed at all.
Haurchefant gets up in the morning, puts on his armor, has breakfast, makes his way through the day as the commander of a garrison. There is paperwork to do and things to inspect and drills to both conduct and participate in. Most days there are no dragons to fight. Some days, there are, and then there are more duties, the ones he likes the least, seeing to the wounded and writing letters back to Foundation for the dead. But overall, one day here is very much like the others, a routine that he mostly sees as stability, rather than boredom, but it does always make him extra interested in anything that breaks that, that keeps things from becoming a monotony. It's part of the reason he's always been so welcoming to adventurers here.
There are... other reasons.
Not that he's really indulged much in any of those other reasons recently. He wouldn't necessarily say that he's suddenly saving himself for one adventurer in particular, exactly, but it's more that, ever since he offered to play host to the remaining Scions, it's not as though he's wanted for distractions. And Y'tajha's room is right across the hall from his own and he wouldn't want to offend her or make her feel uncomfortable. That's all. (That making Alphinaud, who actually shares a wall with him, uncomfortable doesn't even enter into his thoughts also doesn't enter into his thoughts.) He's just being... polite.
Whatever his denial about that may or may not be, he absolutely wouldn't deny that he enjoys having them here. Or that running into Y'tajha at various points in both of their days doesn't brighten his considerably. Today, it's at breakfast. He's gone for a brief morning tour of Camp Dragonhead, always preferring to let the cold wake him up before he eats and his stomping the snow off his boots at the door when he sees her sitting down with a few of the other soldiers for her own breakfast. He waves with a smile and comes to join them,
"I hope you were able to sleep well last night," he opens with as he gets seated, "the wind always howls a bit up in the tower." It's kind of pointless speech, really, it's not like she hasn't been here a while with time to get used to such things. But he just rather enjoys talking to her and the morning is young enough that he's still working on his wit.
Haurchefant gets up in the morning, puts on his armor, has breakfast, makes his way through the day as the commander of a garrison. There is paperwork to do and things to inspect and drills to both conduct and participate in. Most days there are no dragons to fight. Some days, there are, and then there are more duties, the ones he likes the least, seeing to the wounded and writing letters back to Foundation for the dead. But overall, one day here is very much like the others, a routine that he mostly sees as stability, rather than boredom, but it does always make him extra interested in anything that breaks that, that keeps things from becoming a monotony. It's part of the reason he's always been so welcoming to adventurers here.
There are... other reasons.
Not that he's really indulged much in any of those other reasons recently. He wouldn't necessarily say that he's suddenly saving himself for one adventurer in particular, exactly, but it's more that, ever since he offered to play host to the remaining Scions, it's not as though he's wanted for distractions. And Y'tajha's room is right across the hall from his own and he wouldn't want to offend her or make her feel uncomfortable. That's all. (That making Alphinaud, who actually shares a wall with him, uncomfortable doesn't even enter into his thoughts also doesn't enter into his thoughts.) He's just being... polite.
Whatever his denial about that may or may not be, he absolutely wouldn't deny that he enjoys having them here. Or that running into Y'tajha at various points in both of their days doesn't brighten his considerably. Today, it's at breakfast. He's gone for a brief morning tour of Camp Dragonhead, always preferring to let the cold wake him up before he eats and his stomping the snow off his boots at the door when he sees her sitting down with a few of the other soldiers for her own breakfast. He waves with a smile and comes to join them,
"I hope you were able to sleep well last night," he opens with as he gets seated, "the wind always howls a bit up in the tower." It's kind of pointless speech, really, it's not like she hasn't been here a while with time to get used to such things. But he just rather enjoys talking to her and the morning is young enough that he's still working on his wit.
