BlitzKeir
Moon
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
Hafaga awoke with a start, only to find faintly flickering light against the wall of the tent. Someone snored in the background, almost drowned out by the sounds of the wild. He unstrapped his warhammer and stroked its shaft, firelight reflecting off the polished head. The images were unusually fresh on his mind. Rarely did dreams stay with him, especially well enough to recall in detail. Even rarer were nightmares. When Hafaga was a child, Papa Greatvein would take Fritjof from the family crest and send Hafaga to bed with it, saying the weapon kept nightmares away. That was a long time ago.
As Fritjof soothed the weary dwarf's mind, for the first time since leaving Osiris more than a year ago, Hafaga felt homesick. "Well, I'm not falling asleep now." Strapping Fritjof, he slipped into the night and found Sasha. "Mind if I keep watch with ya?" He sat on a stone nearby without waiting for a reply and watched.
As Fritjof soothed the weary dwarf's mind, for the first time since leaving Osiris more than a year ago, Hafaga felt homesick. "Well, I'm not falling asleep now." Strapping Fritjof, he slipped into the night and found Sasha. "Mind if I keep watch with ya?" He sat on a stone nearby without waiting for a reply and watched.