@Hawkeye
(Lol I’m not even sure what happened last)
(Lol I’m not even sure what happened last)
Me niether//
(Lydia was talking to Trent, and I don’t think you’d said anything.)
Blair is currently taking homemade meds.//
(Why not, right? Seems reasonable to me)
cough drugs cough//
(Again, why not?)
(Sorry guys! My replies might be a bit sporadic for the next hour or so!)
“I did tell him to stay out of my way, if I’m being fair. He’s made that rather… difficult.” Trent sighed, picking up a loose pebble in his palm, turning the stone over in his hand.
“Just keep out of his way and he’ll keep out of yours. I hope.”
“I’ll try.” Trenton murmured softly, setting the pebble back down beside him. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sea breeze. “I’ll walk you back to your siblings. You shouldn’t be missing training.” He announced, his voice still pretty timid compared to his earlier yelling.
“You sure?”
(How should j add Xena near yall?)
“Positive.” He affirmed, getting to his feet. Trent wobbled a bit at first, but seemed to steady himself. He arched his shoulders and stretched.
(How should j add Xena near yall?)
(We’ll be moving to the training grounds in a moment)
(Ok, so shes practicing archery there)
Lydia stood up next to Trent. “You’re SURE you’re alright?”
Xena loaded an arrow in her bow and aimed at the bullseye. Holding for a few minutes, she let it fly, having it hit just outside the mark
“Quite certain.” Trenton reaffirmed, regaining his balance. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t 100% certain, but he was confident he’d be fine as long as he took things slow for the rest of the day.
“Alright. Let’s go then.” Lydia said, watching Trent.
Blair poured the rest of his mixture into one of his water flasks, well, more then half of them weren't water. Not unless you consider poision to be water.
Trenton nodded, slowly sliding and scrambling down the rocks. He sighed in relief once he was back on the ground and waited patiently for Lydia.
Lydia slid down with ease, stopping next to Trent. “Ready?”
Trenton nodded in response, starting to head towards the area. His usual strut had yet to make a comeback, and he tripped over his own feet a few times while they walked.
Lydia caught Trent by the arm the second time he tripped. She didn’t ask if he was ok, since she had asked several times and he had said yes everytime. She strongly doubted he was fine, but decided not to press it.
Trenton clammed up a bit as he spotted the arena, but forced himself to keep his cool as they walked inside. He stuck close to the wall as they entered, not-so-subtly leaning against it for support. “Where are your siblings?” He asked, scanning the wide space.
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