SaDiablo Hall, Dhemlan, Kaeleer

[wwiii]

Training. Studying in Kaeleeran Court protocols, poring over any information that he could get his hands on regarding sanitary setups for new settlements in untamed territories, digging around for maps that could help Warren get a better idea as to where they were, and where they were trying to get... It was fairly safe to say that, when Warren wasn't busy running himself ragged in Kaeleer, trying to get budgets to balance and to work out supply options that weren't going to explode in his face, he was spending practically every waking hour training.

His teeth ground together as a stick whipped around, smacking him in the ribs with an audible crack.

Some types of training were easier than others, especially when he was running himself to the ground. He was tired, and it was starting to show. That wouldn't be so bad, if the person that was seeing it at the moment wasn't a sadistic Eyrien with a stick.

With a wince and a ruffle of feathers as he gasped to get his breath back, Warren straightened up and raised his stick again.

[For them what are in Kaeleer!]

Comments

[wwiii]

"... I think I could be persuaded to find a place in my heart for strip-cradle."

Because it would help Karla relax. Naturally.

[glacial_queen]

NOT ANYMORE YOU CAN'T, BUNNY-SAVER

"You're so kind and thoughtful that way," Karla said, dimpling.

[wwiii]

NEVER AGAIN WILL WARREN HAVE MERCY ON A RABBIT.

"Only for you," he decided, and then stole one more kiss for good measure.

Because dammit, if he was going to be playing any incarnation of cradle, he was demanding advance payment in kisses.