“Is
he going to be alright?” came a frantic voice from the medic’s
side. The Night Elf looked over. The Prince of Stormwind, who hardly
came up to her waist, was looking at her with wide, scared eyes. It
was hard for her, so long-lived, to guess a human’s age, but she
supposed him to be eight or so. “He will be fine,” she said,
then nodded to the cot before her. “It -”
“Hardly
hurts,” Varian interrupted. He was propped up on the cot by a small
throne of pillows. Despite the large arrow shaft sticking out of his
left shoulder, he was smiling. “I might actually keep it in. It’d
be good to hang notes to myself on it.”
“Dad,
that’s not funny,” Anduin said, but despite the nervous edge in his
voice, he smiled warily as he spoke.
Varian
laughed. “I thought it was.”
“Dad,
I shot you with a bow and arrow!”
“And
a good shot, too. Maybe you can do the other shoulder next time so
I’m balanced?”
I want to thank all the people who have rped with me for being patient and kind when I take too long or when I drop threads because I lost focus. Thank you.
Speaking of, I have a few replies to get to, buuuuuuuuuuuut I work all weekend, so plz be patient I love you<3
Hait doesn’t play well with others. Also he doesn’t quite understand why people run around with PERFECTLY GOOD food as pets. I mean come on, dragon whelps taste great with BBQ sauce. So naturally someone explained winning a pet battle is as easy as beating the other team’s pets. I guess eating them counts as a win.
:I Based on actual events of fustrating crawdad/goddamn motherfucking flower teams.
