A Usual Day (Attn: Anyone)

The afternoon was possessed of a biting chill, the first talons of autumn beginning to snake their thin tendrils into the environment of the White Tower. It was far from as cold as it would be in a few months, but the temperature difference in comparison to a mere few weeks ago was noticeable to all who sought to notice it. Perhaps most would not, not yet, however Drystan was not most people. He was of a different ilk altogether, the kind of man to notice such details. He had precious little else to concern himself with other than his current environment and the hanging knowledge that at some point further training would resume itself. For now, however, he was free. For a certain given value of freedom that was. He was spending it how he usually spent such moments, propped up against the wall of a courtyard.

It was small in size, not something you would expect in such an outwardly grand location as the Tower. A mere cubby hole compared to some of the larger ones he had witnessed since his arrival. It was not empty, though, it being a popular congregation place for others of his own rank – Novice and Warder-in-Training alike. Interaction was not encouraged, but it happened on occasion, over short periods. He presumed it was a form of slow integration, controlled but existent so that some form of relationships could lead to the next generation of warded channellers. Not that such matters were of import to himself, he was not well known. he had endevoured to become somewhat invisible, aloof from the rest. You couldn’t be betrayed or let down if no one was there to do it after all.

Solitude is best, better than having many dependants or friends. Self-reliance is the only path to take in my position he thought to himself. It was a semi-drunken thought at that. Just because he was not supposed to drink did not mean he would obey such a maxim. It was too much of a crutch to give up. He knew he was dependant, but he didn’t care. It allowed him to function – more or less.

 His eyes scanned the few still around, noted the glances thrown his way with impartiality, tried not to give a disdainful cough at their carefree laughter. He assumed that the majority of them had neither seen a love cut down, nor even seen a minion of the Shadow up close. Only those free of troubles could care as little as they could. Their laughter seemed a mockery of his past, an attack directed his way with malicious intent. He tried to ignore it as he tried to ignore the ghosts of the past. It was not the ghosts he was worried about, however, it was the voices and apparitions. They had begun once more, though sporadically at best. It was a sign, he knew.

They’ll be coming again. He’ll be coming. But this time I will be ready he thought, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth momentarily.

So lost was he in his thoughts that he did not notice the approach of another.

OOC: Well, a tad rubbish but serviceable as a beginning. Feel free to jump in anyone! He’s not that bad :)