Fakir blinks, focuses on Autor and the glass of water.
He finds himself hungry, and his thighs and lower back are sore. Pain is nothing unusual, but hunger is a surprise. Fakir is used to three large meals per day, to support his body through hours of ballet and sword practice.
I have to work through this.
Fakir accepts the glass of water, with a nod of thanks, and drinks it slowly. (He didn't even hear Autor's jibe about "the effort of thinking.")
If I make it through this, I will be a writer. I will free Mytho from the Raven's blood. I will rescue the town from the Raven.
I tried before. I failed.
This time will be different.
Duck needs me. I can't fail her again.
The empty glass is distracting; it changes Fakir's balance. There's no table or desk within reach; Fakir holds it back out to Autor.
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Date: 2015-01-27 11:19 pm (UTC)He finds himself hungry, and his thighs and lower back are sore. Pain is nothing unusual, but hunger is a surprise. Fakir is used to three large meals per day, to support his body through hours of ballet and sword practice.
I have to work through this.
Fakir accepts the glass of water, with a nod of thanks, and drinks it slowly. (He didn't even hear Autor's jibe about "the effort of thinking.")
If I make it through this, I will be a writer. I will free Mytho from the Raven's blood. I will rescue the town from the Raven.
I tried before. I failed.
This time will be different.
Duck needs me. I can't fail her again.
The empty glass is distracting; it changes Fakir's balance. There's no table or desk within reach; Fakir holds it back out to Autor.
"...Thank you," he remembers to say.