58 Summer 513(Night) Usually Bones slept well enough at night. Even when traveling, he unrolled his bedroll, laid back, and was out soon enough, if not deeply. For rarely could he sleep deeply, unless he felt truly safe. A rare occurrence for Bones. Of late, Bones had been sleeping in the room that Ximal had allowed him to use, as he was a teacher at the humans school... But it still felt a bit odd to him. Not quite right. As always, he was surrounded by humans wherever he went. It was even more so in the city. If they knew what he was, they would surely turn on him... Bones found himself oddly drawn to this place, on this night. The spot in which he had first met Ximal. He had been climbing walls, and had jumped down in Bones path, to face the Dhani. Bones has been doing it the proper way, walking along the ground. He supposed if he had to, he could climb... But that just felt wrong somehow. It would also make it impossible for him to use his Dhani form... He would wait on transforming though, for fear of making someone to see him beleive some monster was crawling through the War fields. He entered the maze of stone, dressed more or less as always. His cotton shirt and pants, with his cotton robes over it, and his pair of sandals on his feet. On his back, strapped across it in an X, was his two gladius. The one on a left hand draw, was his fathers, with a bone hilt. The one on his right hand draw, was the one he had specially forged in Alvadas, made of isurian steel, and izentor crafted. Though he only vaguely knew what that meant. Just that it never dulled, was always honed, was lighter than a normal gladius, and had so far proved impregnable. Both were able to cleave off limbs or heads in a single swipe. |