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It felt oddly weird to be walking again, probably because he'd been sleeping for days. Fenrir yawned as he stumbled around outside the inn in Izlude, then collapsed on a bench in the main square. He was still a little dizzy, and he hadn't regained all the blood lost in that encounter yet, but as far as near-death experiences go, it'd been a pretty smooth recovery, Fenrir thought. Most of it probably had to do with Riko's quick thinking and the Ygg berry but hell if he was going to /admit/ that.
Most of the group was still inside the inn. Fenrir had just needed some time to himself and some fresh air, was all, and the crisp breeze of the Izlude night certainly helped. He didn't feel any more energetic, but he did have a slighter sense of clarity staring up at the stars.
Okay so maybe he owed more to Riko than he ever wanted to. She did, after all, save his life, and that was /something/ of mention. It's just - Fenrir frowned as Cairo flew from her perch into the air above - if he let her know that she'd never let him live it down. There was no way he was compromising his pride like that.
Speaking of Riko... Fenrir looked up when Cairo screeched to see the other Sniper heading out of the inn too. He considered catching her to talk, but he couldn't think of a topic of conversation so he just let her go. It wasn't really worth getting up, despite how his conscious nagged at him for it.
Fenrir decided on the next best thing. He sent Cairo to follow her. He doubted she would mind, she seemed to like that other falcon.
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 Give me wings and I would fly. Give me weapons and I would fight. Give me a shield and I would protect. Give me a bow and I would shoot. Give me sadness and I would cry. Give me anger and I would shout. Give me humour and I would laugh. Give me sight and I would see. Give me pain and I would bleed. Give me everything and I would accept. Give me nothing and I would subsist. Give me love... I wouldn't know what to do.
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