(308) Yepyep! And what is it with women and trying to make Robert into a manly man? xD Poor boy.[/html]
The trading trip was not as terrible as he thought it could have been. He supposed it was nice to talk to people he never met before, and though his arms were sore from all the rowing, they were toughen--the more laborious thing he performed before that was carrying heavy loads of books around his room. Speaking of which, despite the fact that the journey was less than terrible, he was extraordinarily glad to return to his home and particularly his room. Muttering empty promises of never leaving his bedroom again, the first night home he completely indulged himself with his literature.
As if he could not get enough, he woke late that day and continued to read even then. A worn book was propped in his hands, and the words it contained reviewed by a studious gaze. It was a simple story that he enjoyed, some tale that he must have had read a million times yet it had not lost its glimmer. As deep as he was into the book, or any book for that matter, very few things could pull him out of that revive. One of those things were his mother.
Her authoritative call was almost like a physical push, and without a second thought he placed down the book and made it outside as quickly as he could. On his way, he thought cluelessly why she would sound so sharp, but he did not have much time to think before he stepped out of the house and approached Skye. "Hi, mother," he greeted pleasantly, and glanced at the dagger that she held in her hand despite the fact that she had one already sheathed on her belt. He blinked, confused, but did not question it, knowing that all would be explained. But, he had a feeling he was not going to enjoy it.
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