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((Bendy timed to before podpop)) Relaxing
Sparhawk is not normally one for brooding. His only real fit of brooding occured after his wife was kidnapped, and even then it mostly consisted of Sparhawk thinking of ways to track down those responsible, and what he would do with them when he caught up to them.
He dislikes feeling helpless. At least when he first arrived here, there were people to meet, and he had to get his bearings. And then the brain slugs came, and the Taxxoms, and there was no time to think in the heat of battle.
But now, afterwards, the reality of where he is, is sinking in. He has found good companions on board this ship, but it is still an alien place. And so far, there is no way of getting home. To be sure, Sparhawk, more than most, understands about being chosen for a purpose, and not being consulted. He had not asked to be Anakha, but that was the way that things worked out. That was the reason that he volunteered to try and find a way off this ship. Others should have the choice whether or not to be Chosen. But he would stay.
He's not voiced this thought to the rest of the crew as yet, there was no need. No doubt most would think him mad to want to stay, but he is a Knight. Being mad is what they're good at. He can almost hear the voice of Kalten in his mind.
But he still gets homesick to an extent. And so the broken nosed knight has retreated to the Sensoriums.
A large thatched cottage stands at the far end of a muddy yard. the smell of fresh baked bread fills the air. A large barn rises up behind the house, and fields stretch into the distance. Its late evening, the clear and cloudless sky that peculiar shde of blue that can only be found at this time.
Sparhawk sits on a log to one side of the yard, Stacey provided whetstone in his hand, carefully working on his sword. His rhythmic movement is still not quite as smooth as it could be, although Brainiac 5 did a good job of healing his shoulder. Along with a few choice words about waiting so long, but Sparhawk let that wash over him. There were more important things to worry about.
So he's taking this time to relax, while he can.
He dislikes feeling helpless. At least when he first arrived here, there were people to meet, and he had to get his bearings. And then the brain slugs came, and the Taxxoms, and there was no time to think in the heat of battle.
But now, afterwards, the reality of where he is, is sinking in. He has found good companions on board this ship, but it is still an alien place. And so far, there is no way of getting home. To be sure, Sparhawk, more than most, understands about being chosen for a purpose, and not being consulted. He had not asked to be Anakha, but that was the way that things worked out. That was the reason that he volunteered to try and find a way off this ship. Others should have the choice whether or not to be Chosen. But he would stay.
He's not voiced this thought to the rest of the crew as yet, there was no need. No doubt most would think him mad to want to stay, but he is a Knight. Being mad is what they're good at. He can almost hear the voice of Kalten in his mind.
But he still gets homesick to an extent. And so the broken nosed knight has retreated to the Sensoriums.
A large thatched cottage stands at the far end of a muddy yard. the smell of fresh baked bread fills the air. A large barn rises up behind the house, and fields stretch into the distance. Its late evening, the clear and cloudless sky that peculiar shde of blue that can only be found at this time.
Sparhawk sits on a log to one side of the yard, Stacey provided whetstone in his hand, carefully working on his sword. His rhythmic movement is still not quite as smooth as it could be, although Brainiac 5 did a good job of healing his shoulder. Along with a few choice words about waiting so long, but Sparhawk let that wash over him. There were more important things to worry about.
So he's taking this time to relax, while he can.