(it is a laugh, a gentle touch, and a few pretty words before sebastian is diving into the water, and voryn leans just over the edge of the land to watch his descent. black and white become muddled, overtaken after a time by blue. after that, what he sees is nothing.
so, he waits. there are frozen things around, debris like sticks and dry bark and leaves that are easily transported back where he will build an insignificant fire. it has been a long time since the need has been great enough for voryn to use his own hands to create something a chap'thiil might otherwise provide for him and his king; should his self-sufficiency surprise him or make him feel proud? no, and it doesn't, wishing that he had the privileges he once did in resdayn. he is a diplomat and general, more than capable of basic survival, but it's decidedly fucking annoying regardless.
sebastian might've taken care of it for him.
it's been minutes now, voryn thinks, and he is certain that his spells have worn off at this point. flipping the edge of his robe away from sparks expelled by the fire, he returns to take a look down into the depths.)
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so, he waits. there are frozen things around, debris like sticks and dry bark and leaves that are easily transported back where he will build an insignificant fire. it has been a long time since the need has been great enough for voryn to use his own hands to create something a chap'thiil might otherwise provide for him and his king; should his self-sufficiency surprise him or make him feel proud? no, and it doesn't, wishing that he had the privileges he once did in resdayn. he is a diplomat and general, more than capable of basic survival, but it's decidedly fucking annoying regardless.
sebastian might've taken care of it for him.
it's been minutes now, voryn thinks, and he is certain that his spells have worn off at this point. flipping the edge of his robe away from sparks expelled by the fire, he returns to take a look down into the depths.)