Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160412124241

Voices of Aelwin's companions echoed in his head, he could not tell where they came from. He did, however, feel Dunistair opening his eyelids.

His breathing was somewhat stable, if not a bit tainted by hints of fear that shook it from time to time. His sobbing was very quiet, yet black blood still kept flowing down his cheeks.

"W-what is t-there?.." he asked, nervous, his shaking hands reaching out to examine whatever was troubling the poor Hawksly. He accidentally pressed the spot below his eyelid, causing it to burst pus on Dunistair's pauldron.

"D-Divines-s, I d-didn't m-mean to!.." the sickly youngster panicked, "W-wipe it-t!.. Q-quick-k!.." he said as he took a few steps back and tripped, falling on his back. He made several attempts at standing up, hands sifting through the dirt, eyes wide open.

"I c-can't-t s-see anyt-thing!.."