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isleofavalon2021-09-01 02:14 am
standvastig) wrote in isleofavalon2021-09-01 02:14 am
Entry tags:
pointing fingers at others
🧙 WHO: Hendrik and Jasper
⚔️️ WHAT: Discussing misplaced blame
🕒 WHEN: Last day of August
🗺️ WHERE: Their house
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A for now
[From the windows visible from the kitchen, Hendrik peers outside to watch the last vestiges of sunlight disappear from sight. The sun seems to be retreating earlier nowadays, which points to the seasons changing. He makes a mental note to himself to learn more about what will be going on during what was typically deemed the harvesting season in Heliodor; Camelot clearly has its share of farms and orchards that will need to be tended to ... unless there were fae around that would help would those sorts of things. One could never be sure.
He pulls out his device soon after, tapping out his mental note to ensure he remembers it for later. Keeping notes and taking pictures has certainly helped him stay organized, even without the scheduling and tasks one had to complete as a general. There's even a little satisfaction in being able to tap a task and put a little checkmark next to it.
It's while he's tapping through apps on his phone that he sees his text message history, and he stares at his messages with Princess Jade for a long moment. Having a conversation with Jasper always seemed to be a practice in gauging the environment. He did not tend to tiptoe around subjects with his former fellow general, but he knew approaching the topic of Jade with him had to be at least somewhat carefully done; Jasper could disengage and escape, and that would ultimately be frustrating.
Then the excursion to find the sleeping necromancer occurred, and the necessary conversation slipped from his mind.
With a sigh, he lifts his head to look around for Jasper. Perhaps he had taken to sitting outside this evening.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Discussing misplaced blame
🕒 WHEN: Last day of August
🗺️ WHERE: Their house
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A for now
[From the windows visible from the kitchen, Hendrik peers outside to watch the last vestiges of sunlight disappear from sight. The sun seems to be retreating earlier nowadays, which points to the seasons changing. He makes a mental note to himself to learn more about what will be going on during what was typically deemed the harvesting season in Heliodor; Camelot clearly has its share of farms and orchards that will need to be tended to ... unless there were fae around that would help would those sorts of things. One could never be sure.
He pulls out his device soon after, tapping out his mental note to ensure he remembers it for later. Keeping notes and taking pictures has certainly helped him stay organized, even without the scheduling and tasks one had to complete as a general. There's even a little satisfaction in being able to tap a task and put a little checkmark next to it.
It's while he's tapping through apps on his phone that he sees his text message history, and he stares at his messages with Princess Jade for a long moment. Having a conversation with Jasper always seemed to be a practice in gauging the environment. He did not tend to tiptoe around subjects with his former fellow general, but he knew approaching the topic of Jade with him had to be at least somewhat carefully done; Jasper could disengage and escape, and that would ultimately be frustrating.
Then the excursion to find the sleeping necromancer occurred, and the necessary conversation slipped from his mind.
With a sigh, he lifts his head to look around for Jasper. Perhaps he had taken to sitting outside this evening.]