ARD
Ard was not pleased.
Well. ‘Not pleased’ was an understatement.
He was nervous and irritated, his anxiety spiking and soiling his previously relaxed sense of self, for he did not appreciate so many damn people showing up and ruining his morning sketching. The young warlock, a petite creature of bright silver and mixed taupe, went about collecting his sticks of charcoal and discolored parchments, uncaring if they grew crumpled or ripped in his haste as he struggled to put them back inside the satchel he had borrowed. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. They were just stupid pieces of paper anyway.
’It’s okay.’ Erd’s voice was an immediate, soothing balm in his ear, cooling over his growing panic like a water doused over raging embers. The effect was instantaneous; Ard’s body sagged against his brother’s solid, strong frame, relishing in the physical press of flesh against flesh. ’Just ignore ‘em.’
Just ignore ‘em. Ah, but that was always easier said than done.
Turquoise eyes, pupils blown wide from fear, stared out amidst the masses. Ard didn’t recognize a single one of them. Then again, it wasn’t as though they made a point of going out and greeting the other members of the Dusk Court. Erd had tried, but Ard had stubbornly refused; he had no intentions on making friends here. They weren’t worth his time. Erd was all he wanted, all he needed.
Having the warmth of his brother pressed so close to his side allowed for his panic to lessen and for his mind to clear, yet his eyes remained rooted upon the congregated members across the courtyard. What had happened? He was curious, yet not so much so that it urged him to do anything about it. Still. Questioning eyes sought out Erd, knowing that he did not need to speak for his brother to understand.
Whatever it was seemed important, because Ard truly doubted that everyone gathered around each other every morning. Then again, it wasn’t like they had much experience to go off of. The workings of Terrastella, of the Dusk Court, were still new and their policies were foreign ones. Maybe they did need to get out more in an attempt to understand their home. Maybe they didn’t. Ard was torn, but a part of him stubbornly repeated that he just didn’t care.
And he didn’t. Really. Well, maybe a little.
