Dune Rhur
Freedon's Nadds
[member="Leina Snowfire"]
The Bith didn't register the cake and the balloons at first. He heard them but it wasn't a priority. Instead, he lay on his side, picking out slivers of glass. At least my tunic is soaking up most of the blood, he thought with grim humour, wouldn't want to make a mess.
When he'd gotten as much out as he could, Dune rolled back to his hands and knees. The apprentice was very reliant on the wall to support his weight as he groaned, pushing up to his feet. Without the wall being there, he suspected he'd be unable to stand just then. It was then that things began to slowly register.
"Master?," he said in confusion as he looked around.
The Bith didn't register the cake and the balloons at first. He heard them but it wasn't a priority. Instead, he lay on his side, picking out slivers of glass. At least my tunic is soaking up most of the blood, he thought with grim humour, wouldn't want to make a mess.
When he'd gotten as much out as he could, Dune rolled back to his hands and knees. The apprentice was very reliant on the wall to support his weight as he groaned, pushing up to his feet. Without the wall being there, he suspected he'd be unable to stand just then. It was then that things began to slowly register.
"Master?," he said in confusion as he looked around.