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The daggers he slid off with the kind of care that was obvious to anyone who might be looking. They were precious, after all, and he didn't want them damaged. The armor, on the other hand - scale-maille and hard edges that dug in and rubbed the skin around his shoulders raw - he stuffed onto a hanger and hung up as if it were a wet towel. He needed new protective layers - he'd grown since being issued this last set - but asking for it seemed to keep slipping his mind. Same with closing prayer.
He showered and dressed in the locker room, damp hair sticking to his forehead as he picked up his bag and headed for the Hall. Most of the others were gone, just the odd few lingering by the Light Chamber or milling around the cloisters. The sky was heavy with the promise of rain and before he'd even reached the door he caught the rumbling of distant thunder.
This week had been a patch-work of brown and grey; mud splatters and raindrops across his memory. He stopped briefly, as he always did, to let his eyes fix on the Medal framed and mounted above the rest. Presented to Claude Zale, for bravery, honor and valor.
A small part of him curled into a tense, tight ball before he exhaled and forced it to unwind. His dad has always been strict man, but Kaelin figured that was probably the point.
Ugh.
His stomach grumbled and he frowned as he tore his eyes away and strode purposefully for the door. He'd help his mom cook dinner tonight.
He showered and dressed in the locker room, damp hair sticking to his forehead as he picked up his bag and headed for the Hall. Most of the others were gone, just the odd few lingering by the Light Chamber or milling around the cloisters. The sky was heavy with the promise of rain and before he'd even reached the door he caught the rumbling of distant thunder.
This week had been a patch-work of brown and grey; mud splatters and raindrops across his memory. He stopped briefly, as he always did, to let his eyes fix on the Medal framed and mounted above the rest. Presented to Claude Zale, for bravery, honor and valor.
A small part of him curled into a tense, tight ball before he exhaled and forced it to unwind. His dad has always been strict man, but Kaelin figured that was probably the point.
Ugh.
His stomach grumbled and he frowned as he tore his eyes away and strode purposefully for the door. He'd help his mom cook dinner tonight.
