NaNoWriMo, part 3
Nov. 7th, 2006 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookish_dragonBjernu appeared to be sulking. Olgyu calmly went on eating. Ameena pushed her bowl away, and stood up. "I have to go now. Have a good sparring." She walked off quickly, not waiting for a reply. Olgyu and Bjernu watched her leave.
"That is the woman Father Morgenstern was talking about?" Olgyu asked Bjernu. He did not reply. "Stop sulking. I will go easy on you."
Bjernu straightened up out of his sulk. "Yes, that is her. What do you think of her?"
"I do not know. She was rather quiet. What do you think? You have spoken to her a bit more."
"She is friendly enough, and she has a sense of humour. I think she is not too used talking to people, idly talking that is. And she is good with a hoe."
Olgyu snorted. "We will keep her in mind then when we need some gardening done."
Bjernu got up. "We are to stay here for a few days longer. More than enough time to talk to Ameena more. Now let's go, and Olgyu, please do not break anything? I do not want to spend the next six weeks in bed." His face took on an imploring look.
They left the mess hall accompanied by Olgyu's laughter. Some of the monks stared after them, shaking their heads at people who could be this cheerful this early.
Kord was a busy god, and he did not expect answers. It would have been nice to hear something, Marnak thought. Just to know He was there and listening. He could feel Him, as he always could since he had taken up the profession of being His cleric, but some times he wanted more than that. Knees protesting the sudden rise out of his kneeling position, Marnak stood up. Even if Kord had not directly answered him, He had given Marnak those magics he had asked for.Marnak wiped the sweat of his forehead. The first part of his devotions had been very energetic, even more so than usual. He flexed his arm. It hurt slightly, but it would fade soon. He looked around the room. There was not much in it: some old boxes, a broken-down table. A good place to pray in privately. Now he should get some breakfast.Marnak straightened his skirt and trousers before throwing on his priestly robes over them. He made sure his holy symbol was prominently displayed before he left the room.
There was no one he knew in the mess hall. Marnak sat down at a mostly empty table. Most of the monks had gone off to do their duites, leaving empty bowls and dirty tables behind to get cleaned up by those working in the kitchen. It was almost quiet. He was not too worried about his friends. They could take care of themselves. Marnak did not know what to do about Father Morgenstern's request. Take on a stranger so she could see the world? It was a lot to be asked. It would be a great responsibility to take on someone they did not know was capable of caring for themselves. In their line of work that was absolutely necessary. He did not like the manner in which this Ameena would join them. Olgyu had just joined them when he and Bjernu had been prisoner by her tribe. She had not at first, it had taken a while, but she porved her worth. This was different. He traced lines in his porridge with his spoon. This would get him nowhere. A solution would present itself in due time. Until then, he had better look at the maps. Father Morgenstern had promised him access and someone to help him make sense of them.
"That is the woman Father Morgenstern was talking about?" Olgyu asked Bjernu. He did not reply. "Stop sulking. I will go easy on you."
Bjernu straightened up out of his sulk. "Yes, that is her. What do you think of her?"
"I do not know. She was rather quiet. What do you think? You have spoken to her a bit more."
"She is friendly enough, and she has a sense of humour. I think she is not too used talking to people, idly talking that is. And she is good with a hoe."
Olgyu snorted. "We will keep her in mind then when we need some gardening done."
Bjernu got up. "We are to stay here for a few days longer. More than enough time to talk to Ameena more. Now let's go, and Olgyu, please do not break anything? I do not want to spend the next six weeks in bed." His face took on an imploring look.
They left the mess hall accompanied by Olgyu's laughter. Some of the monks stared after them, shaking their heads at people who could be this cheerful this early.
Kord was a busy god, and he did not expect answers. It would have been nice to hear something, Marnak thought. Just to know He was there and listening. He could feel Him, as he always could since he had taken up the profession of being His cleric, but some times he wanted more than that. Knees protesting the sudden rise out of his kneeling position, Marnak stood up. Even if Kord had not directly answered him, He had given Marnak those magics he had asked for.Marnak wiped the sweat of his forehead. The first part of his devotions had been very energetic, even more so than usual. He flexed his arm. It hurt slightly, but it would fade soon. He looked around the room. There was not much in it: some old boxes, a broken-down table. A good place to pray in privately. Now he should get some breakfast.Marnak straightened his skirt and trousers before throwing on his priestly robes over them. He made sure his holy symbol was prominently displayed before he left the room.
There was no one he knew in the mess hall. Marnak sat down at a mostly empty table. Most of the monks had gone off to do their duites, leaving empty bowls and dirty tables behind to get cleaned up by those working in the kitchen. It was almost quiet. He was not too worried about his friends. They could take care of themselves. Marnak did not know what to do about Father Morgenstern's request. Take on a stranger so she could see the world? It was a lot to be asked. It would be a great responsibility to take on someone they did not know was capable of caring for themselves. In their line of work that was absolutely necessary. He did not like the manner in which this Ameena would join them. Olgyu had just joined them when he and Bjernu had been prisoner by her tribe. She had not at first, it had taken a while, but she porved her worth. This was different. He traced lines in his porridge with his spoon. This would get him nowhere. A solution would present itself in due time. Until then, he had better look at the maps. Father Morgenstern had promised him access and someone to help him make sense of them.
