[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried blood in a peculiar pattern. He's also missing a shoe.
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
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If you think it unwise...
But I will make my best effort.
Edited 2010-05-02 05:12 pm (UTC)
She only nods in response and holds her hand above his lunaglyph, performing the gestures necessary to heal. Hopefully it'll work.]
There. See? Mama, please don't worry.]
Damn. She'll drop her hands back to her lap, then.] You must be tired.
No, not at all. [Except for that part where he's lying. A little.]
But. Awkward shifting. Can he have a hug goodnight, since no one's here to see him be a big fussy mama's boy?]
Svala smiles, stands and leans over to draw Sigmund's head to her shoulder, arms gently encircling his neck and shoulders. She lifts a hand to stroke his hair.]
There are no words powerful enough to express my relief. [So here, have some relieved soul-y goodness as she smooths your hair.]
I apologize for worrying you.
I only ask you look after yourself properly.
[Excusing himself with a- no, bowing to her feels wrong now. A respectful and affectionate nod, that'll do.]
Is there ever a time in her life you don't worry her to death?]