Day 2, Spring of 514 A.V.
A scratching at the door slowly dragged Sal from sleep. Reluctantly, he propped himself up on his elbows, squinting through tired eyes at the room around him. Everything seemed in its right place, right where he had left it. Clambering to his feet, he stretched limbs and cracked knuckles, before heading to the wash basin to wet his face. All part of the morning routine, only judging from the natural light in the room, he had passed that part of the day. No wonder he had slept in, given the events of the day before. His body and mind were equally worn, and he decided he would not protest if he somehow found himself returning to bed.
Then came the scratching sound again from the front door. Checking that he was half decent, Sal shuffled over to the entrance while a jaw cracking yawn emerged unashamedly from his mouth. He cracked the door open with a yawn of its own, allowing Corvo to gingerly slip inside, before shutting it once more and heading off to find something to eat in his apartment. Corvo made himself at home on the unmade bed, circling the blankets a few times before deciding that he was comfortable. Despite still being but a year old or so, Corvo managed to spread himself out across the bed, putting an end to any further notions of Sal returning there himself.
Sal shook his head with a chuckle, before returning his attention to the search for food. Later on, now washed, dressed and fed for the day, Sal sat at the table in the apartment staring off into space. His mind was going over the events of the last couple of days, trying to make sense of it all. His attention turned to the tattoo on the back of his right hand, rubbing at it as though it might come off and put an end to all this confusion. But that tattoo was real enough.
He had to take his mind off of things, at least for today. At least give himself one day to just let it all sink in, and then he could start again tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better, he told himself, though deep down inside he could not ignore the skepticism in his voice. But on towards today, and in an effort to keep his mind busy, he opted for some practice with reimancy. Sal felt his power was growing stronger, as though he was fast approaching a door that would open up new avenues for his talent. For now though, it was time to go over things already learned, to hone and practice them until they became second nature.
Then came the scratching sound again from the front door. Checking that he was half decent, Sal shuffled over to the entrance while a jaw cracking yawn emerged unashamedly from his mouth. He cracked the door open with a yawn of its own, allowing Corvo to gingerly slip inside, before shutting it once more and heading off to find something to eat in his apartment. Corvo made himself at home on the unmade bed, circling the blankets a few times before deciding that he was comfortable. Despite still being but a year old or so, Corvo managed to spread himself out across the bed, putting an end to any further notions of Sal returning there himself.
Sal shook his head with a chuckle, before returning his attention to the search for food. Later on, now washed, dressed and fed for the day, Sal sat at the table in the apartment staring off into space. His mind was going over the events of the last couple of days, trying to make sense of it all. His attention turned to the tattoo on the back of his right hand, rubbing at it as though it might come off and put an end to all this confusion. But that tattoo was real enough.
He had to take his mind off of things, at least for today. At least give himself one day to just let it all sink in, and then he could start again tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better, he told himself, though deep down inside he could not ignore the skepticism in his voice. But on towards today, and in an effort to keep his mind busy, he opted for some practice with reimancy. Sal felt his power was growing stronger, as though he was fast approaching a door that would open up new avenues for his talent. For now though, it was time to go over things already learned, to hone and practice them until they became second nature.
