Post by Carrow on Sept 22, 2011 11:06:39 GMT -5
Selvis caught Kasal's eye-rolling and lip-pursing. It was then he noticed the marten's bad leg. He shrugged as the pine marten looked away, obviously sympathetic to his situation but knowing he had been unable to help reacting in the way he did. After all, this was the first time he'd ever dealt with the marten, and was a little more used to creatures being helpful than touchy like Kasal was being towards him.
The longtail did not however feel he deserved the treatment being meted out to him by Kasal, but was too tired to argue. He'd heard that his fellow mustelid was like this with almost every creature in his presence anyway. The weasel nodded slightly as he was addressed. "Yes, sir, that suits me just fine," he responded just as politely. This misunderstanding wasn't his fault at all - just a simple mistake.
There was no point blaming himself for it, and he didn't feel like doing so because he felt the clouds in his head beginning to part. He was learning to be grateful for smaller things, like the fact he could even rest after his tiring day. He watched as Kasal returned his attention to his desk and resumed playing... some sort of card game which Selvis didn't recognise. He was better with card tricks than card games.
The ringtail that Kasal had yelled at came over to him then, and Selvis couldn't help noticing that the orderly was a rather nervous-looking creature. Well, he had to serve under Kasal, so the reason for his nervous disposition didn't exactly take much working out. The ringtail's smile was warmly returned by the exhausted longtail, and he let the orderly assist him into the bed.
The climb may not have been very difficult, but Selvis wasn't going to take any chances, not in his condition. He'd been on the mend for three weeks, and knew that if he screwed anything up now, it'd be disastrous for him. He'd left his crutches on the floor before allowing the ringtail to assist him into the 'crib', and relaxed as the bed was closed off.
The orderly then asked Selvis if he wanted anything, and he was about to reply in the negative when a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He dropped his voice to a whisper, about to admit something he'd barely come to terms with himself over the last week or so... when he'd started having nightmares. He couldn't say why they had started. Maybe it was his insecurity; maybe it was his fear of insignificance; or maybe it was something else?
Before he could speak, Spender addressed him, but once again the weasel couldn't tell whether the ferret was delirious or merely just playing around. He wouldn't have known how to respond in either case. He was too tired to deal with him anyway. Maybe when he could think more clearly, he'd be more capable of replying to the ferret. He returned his attention to the ringtail orderly, making sure to keep his voice extra soft.
"I'd like something to help me nod off, please, if you don't mind. I know I look tired and shouldn't need any help getting rest, but I've been losing sleep due to something over the last week, and I probably need to have it staved off somehow, because it's there when I close my eyes and I can't manage to keep it away myself. Could you help me with that?," he asked, his voice carrying a borderline pleading tone. One small push was all he'd need - anything just so he could have a proper rest...
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Carrow was feeling much better about things by the time he'd been able to take a brief rest, but there was something about the height he was up at that was making him anxious. It seemed he was merely having an off day, because he'd been up at this height before and had had no issues with it, but he was being extremely cautious today.
The mouse brought himself up out of the sitting position he'd assumed to take a rest, and headed out onto the pawropes, every step carefully measured as he knew he'd end up gravely injured if he fell from this height. Sweat began breaking out on his brow, and he shook his head slowly as he wondered why he was having such difficulty pawdling these heights. This wasn't like him at all.
He didn't have a fear of heights like Caden did, so why should he now start approaching tasks like this with apprehension and anxiety? His paws were trembling noticeably as he reached out and started to untie the sail, concentrating on the job at paw to keep his mind off his current position. He had to tell himself to focus on what he needed to do. "Don't look down... just don't look down..."
This near-inexplicable bout of nerves wasn't doing him any favours, but soon he had the sail untied. It was at this moment an attack of dizziness struck hm, and he found himself balancing precariously on one footpaw as he tried to get himself under control. He swayed, being gently pushed this way and that by the wind, and was unable to help from lowering his gaze to the deck. He gasped, heart hammering in his chest as the Boatswain's commands reached him.
His paws were shaking violently at this stage as he helped to feed out the line, and as the sail began catching the wind, the vessel began to move, and the rodent, who was white as a sheet and feeling a little faint, sank down onto the yard, his tail winding around his footpaws as he stared straight ahead of him, hoping he could get back onto the crosstrees and start making his way back down soon. This wasn't suiting him at all well today, and he hadn't the foggiest why.
The longtail did not however feel he deserved the treatment being meted out to him by Kasal, but was too tired to argue. He'd heard that his fellow mustelid was like this with almost every creature in his presence anyway. The weasel nodded slightly as he was addressed. "Yes, sir, that suits me just fine," he responded just as politely. This misunderstanding wasn't his fault at all - just a simple mistake.
There was no point blaming himself for it, and he didn't feel like doing so because he felt the clouds in his head beginning to part. He was learning to be grateful for smaller things, like the fact he could even rest after his tiring day. He watched as Kasal returned his attention to his desk and resumed playing... some sort of card game which Selvis didn't recognise. He was better with card tricks than card games.
The ringtail that Kasal had yelled at came over to him then, and Selvis couldn't help noticing that the orderly was a rather nervous-looking creature. Well, he had to serve under Kasal, so the reason for his nervous disposition didn't exactly take much working out. The ringtail's smile was warmly returned by the exhausted longtail, and he let the orderly assist him into the bed.
The climb may not have been very difficult, but Selvis wasn't going to take any chances, not in his condition. He'd been on the mend for three weeks, and knew that if he screwed anything up now, it'd be disastrous for him. He'd left his crutches on the floor before allowing the ringtail to assist him into the 'crib', and relaxed as the bed was closed off.
The orderly then asked Selvis if he wanted anything, and he was about to reply in the negative when a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He dropped his voice to a whisper, about to admit something he'd barely come to terms with himself over the last week or so... when he'd started having nightmares. He couldn't say why they had started. Maybe it was his insecurity; maybe it was his fear of insignificance; or maybe it was something else?
Before he could speak, Spender addressed him, but once again the weasel couldn't tell whether the ferret was delirious or merely just playing around. He wouldn't have known how to respond in either case. He was too tired to deal with him anyway. Maybe when he could think more clearly, he'd be more capable of replying to the ferret. He returned his attention to the ringtail orderly, making sure to keep his voice extra soft.
"I'd like something to help me nod off, please, if you don't mind. I know I look tired and shouldn't need any help getting rest, but I've been losing sleep due to something over the last week, and I probably need to have it staved off somehow, because it's there when I close my eyes and I can't manage to keep it away myself. Could you help me with that?," he asked, his voice carrying a borderline pleading tone. One small push was all he'd need - anything just so he could have a proper rest...
--
Carrow was feeling much better about things by the time he'd been able to take a brief rest, but there was something about the height he was up at that was making him anxious. It seemed he was merely having an off day, because he'd been up at this height before and had had no issues with it, but he was being extremely cautious today.
The mouse brought himself up out of the sitting position he'd assumed to take a rest, and headed out onto the pawropes, every step carefully measured as he knew he'd end up gravely injured if he fell from this height. Sweat began breaking out on his brow, and he shook his head slowly as he wondered why he was having such difficulty pawdling these heights. This wasn't like him at all.
He didn't have a fear of heights like Caden did, so why should he now start approaching tasks like this with apprehension and anxiety? His paws were trembling noticeably as he reached out and started to untie the sail, concentrating on the job at paw to keep his mind off his current position. He had to tell himself to focus on what he needed to do. "Don't look down... just don't look down..."
This near-inexplicable bout of nerves wasn't doing him any favours, but soon he had the sail untied. It was at this moment an attack of dizziness struck hm, and he found himself balancing precariously on one footpaw as he tried to get himself under control. He swayed, being gently pushed this way and that by the wind, and was unable to help from lowering his gaze to the deck. He gasped, heart hammering in his chest as the Boatswain's commands reached him.
His paws were shaking violently at this stage as he helped to feed out the line, and as the sail began catching the wind, the vessel began to move, and the rodent, who was white as a sheet and feeling a little faint, sank down onto the yard, his tail winding around his footpaws as he stared straight ahead of him, hoping he could get back onto the crosstrees and start making his way back down soon. This wasn't suiting him at all well today, and he hadn't the foggiest why.
