Post by empyre on May 26, 2016 19:45:48 GMT -6
"This is so stupid." Taavetti grumbled to himself, dragging his hooves on the pristine --and very expensive-- designer carpet as he made his way down familiar halls that weren't quite as comforting to him as they normally were. He didn't remove his gaze from the space just in front of his hooves as he shuffled along, ears pinned, and coral eyes doing their best to scorch holes into the ground with the strength of his glare. Really all he'd done was give that slave a bit of a shock on their rump, it was just a stupid little prank. Just something to make himself laugh, or make someone as miserable as he was --whichever came first. But noooo nobody could see it his way, and now here he was, on his way to visit Bones of all equines, cause apparently sending him to spend time with his elder might 'teach him a bit of respect'. Yeah, right.
Taavi didn't know Bones extremely well, despite having crossed paths with the other before, but Taavi crossed paths with a lot of equines who spent time with Amadeus, and so that alone didn't mean anything other than he could probably pick out Bones from a crowd. Really all the colt knew about the adviser is that he was old, grey, and got injured in the attacks on the Crucible as well. Taavi frowned slightly, the thought reminding him of the bandages wrapped around his own body, and the twinge of pain that even the pain killers he was given this morning couldn't quite cover. At least he and the old man would have something to mutually complain about if nothing else.
It was with a heavy, long-suffering, and probably a bit over dramatic sigh that Taavetti finally came to a stop in front of the door he was told belonged to Bones, and raising a hoof, knocked.
Taavi didn't know Bones extremely well, despite having crossed paths with the other before, but Taavi crossed paths with a lot of equines who spent time with Amadeus, and so that alone didn't mean anything other than he could probably pick out Bones from a crowd. Really all the colt knew about the adviser is that he was old, grey, and got injured in the attacks on the Crucible as well. Taavi frowned slightly, the thought reminding him of the bandages wrapped around his own body, and the twinge of pain that even the pain killers he was given this morning couldn't quite cover. At least he and the old man would have something to mutually complain about if nothing else.
It was with a heavy, long-suffering, and probably a bit over dramatic sigh that Taavetti finally came to a stop in front of the door he was told belonged to Bones, and raising a hoof, knocked.