11-21-2009, 04:35 AM
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For Jazzy-Jazz. 300+
Already Ehno had been home for a few days, and most of what he had managed to do was wander like a ghost between his bedroom and his wood-working room. He traced his fingers along the edges of some of the tools on the shelf, finding comfort in their familiarity. Each time he stepped into his workshop, he felt the need to pick up his tools and start up a little project, but the will to actually do it constantly fled from him. Talking to Savina had eased most of his worries about first being back home, yet something still left him feeling unsettled, so the most he could bring himself to do was to stare wistfully at his equipment.
He just couldn’t get over the fact that he felt like a stranger in his own home. The sights and smells called upon strong and familiar memories that played vividly in his mind. Even with these memories to reconnect him to this place, he still felt slightly out of the loop. What he needed to do was spend time with the members here, reintroduce himself to a life that had once been all he thought he would ever need. It was such a strange and simple concept, yet the thought of it frightened him. He would need to ease himself into this task, it seemed, and the best way to do this was to speak with those he was most familiar with. Already he had begun to patch things up with Savina, and he knew immediately he would need to speak with Ghita as well. So much had gone on with his family while he was gone. Ehno stepped through the halls of the manor, trying to pick out the room with the most prominent scent of his sibling. He stopped before a slightly-ajar door, listening for signs of life within. He reached out and knocked on the door, calling out a tentative, “Hello?” before deciding to step through.
Already Ehno had been home for a few days, and most of what he had managed to do was wander like a ghost between his bedroom and his wood-working room. He traced his fingers along the edges of some of the tools on the shelf, finding comfort in their familiarity. Each time he stepped into his workshop, he felt the need to pick up his tools and start up a little project, but the will to actually do it constantly fled from him. Talking to Savina had eased most of his worries about first being back home, yet something still left him feeling unsettled, so the most he could bring himself to do was to stare wistfully at his equipment.
He just couldn’t get over the fact that he felt like a stranger in his own home. The sights and smells called upon strong and familiar memories that played vividly in his mind. Even with these memories to reconnect him to this place, he still felt slightly out of the loop. What he needed to do was spend time with the members here, reintroduce himself to a life that had once been all he thought he would ever need. It was such a strange and simple concept, yet the thought of it frightened him. He would need to ease himself into this task, it seemed, and the best way to do this was to speak with those he was most familiar with. Already he had begun to patch things up with Savina, and he knew immediately he would need to speak with Ghita as well. So much had gone on with his family while he was gone. Ehno stepped through the halls of the manor, trying to pick out the room with the most prominent scent of his sibling. He stopped before a slightly-ajar door, listening for signs of life within. He reached out and knocked on the door, calling out a tentative, “Hello?” before deciding to step through.