"oh wow that sound horible" she says looking at them with pity.

(sorry i sleep the whole day)

Sibnele opens an eye and looks at Sammy, then passes his stare over Luca. His eyes are blank.

Iskren grumbles something about the others being lazy. Standing up and walking a few paces away, he pulls a sword out of. . .somewhere, and begins to practise some complicated-looking strokes.

luca watched sketching some of his forms because she was bored, she muttered things about needing more paper and how dull her pencil was.

Sibnele sighs and goes back to drowsing, the dead grass around him gently blowing in the wind.

Iskren stops swinging his blade around. His eyes glow a tinge of red as he places his hand against the ground. A few seconds later, dirt rises and spirals into the shape of. . .something. Something with a dirt weapon. Straightening up, Iskren spars with the artificial dummy.

she looked at the ground and curled her finger around a blade of grass "poor thing." she muttered working back to her drawing.

Subuki sits up. She must have heard you. "Death is not inevitable. Sibnele merely accelerates the process with his presence."

You hear Sibnele snort. Guess he's not fully asleep.

Iskren and the dirt dummy are clashing loudly, steel blade on granite blade.

"I know but its still sad in a selfish way," she says looking up at him "he reminds me of when i spill ink on my drawings," she says giggling.

"I suppose that makes sense. Sibnele, in a way, is a 'balancer' of the universe. Often, life is portrayed as a beautiful, temporary thing, and death is seen as an ugly and eternal punishment. In reality, both have their own beauty, of chaos and order."

she smiles "he might hate me but im just going to nick name him inky," she giggles her eyes slowly glowing orange.

I shoot up my eyes tired and my body screaming for me to lay back down, but i rub my eyes and glare at the ground