When Life Becomes Un-Bear-Able [Alarik]
He had spent all of yesterday traveling with Pyralis, and so far they were making good progress. They'd made it to Auster early yesterday evening and had continued walking a little further before deciding to stop and rest. After all, they'd both pulled all nighters yesterday, and after the big hunt and all the warm food in their bellies, it really only made sense to settle in for a good long rest. But eventually morning came, and the first thing Alarik was aware of upon waking up was an incredibly silly song coming from the woman he'd once been afraid to turn his back on. But he'd trusted her enough to sleep beside her, which might have been stupid, but he'd survived. And now he had to listen to whatever it was she was singing.
The little tune sounded quite innocent and playful at first, but ended with an insult. And there was the Pyralis he remembered. Alarik chuckled sleepily, his baritone voice even lower than usual. It was his morning voice. "Gee, thanks sweetheart," he growled teasingly, lifting his head and letting a huge yawn overtake him, tongue slowly curling as he whined and stretched out his legs.
"And good morning to you, too," he said, back in character after his grumpy moment. "Sleep well?" Alarik asked as he stood and stretched his legs even further, bowing his upper body down to stretch out his back. The place they had found to be their bed for the night hadn't been the comfiest of places. But he'd slept on worse. He looked around, eyes widening a bit when he saw what this place looked like when the sun was out. It was lovely. Kind of a shame he'd totally missed that yesterday. "Talk" "You" Think |
