Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-12599067-20141121023714

Faolan disappeared to his room sometime before Megan came back, feeling a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to strike up a conversation with Riona but not in the least downtrodden. He slipped in his room to find Darach already asleep, so with nothing else to do except try and write that letter to his folks (which he needed get done but couldn't think of what to write) and sleep, he opted for the latter. He shed his shirt, gauntlet, and boots, set his sword by his nightstand, then dove into the bed. Before he fell asleep, he took a moment to look out to the silvery eye of the moon and the shimmering sparks in the sky above. He wasn't an especially sappy person, in his own opinion, but tonight he felt something when he looked up at the stars. Something like a tingling feeling down his spine, like the feeling of static electricity creeping down his spine, but a little more warm and comforting. Faolan didn't have a lot of experience with love, but he imagined that it must feel something like that, although why he might get the feeling from looking up at the stars eluded him.

Maybe it's because they shine like her eyes, Faolan thought.

Faolan rolled over and was soon asleep.