|
Lyr moaned into his pillow, trying to shove his face deeper into its softness and maybe take the edge off the noise - and his headache - that way. But it only made him lose any ability to breathe and after a few moments he had to sit up, gagging and gasping, cracking one bleary eye open to squint around his room.
No... he definitely should have taken the ten room house. Feth it all! The youth swallowed experimentally, wincing at the dryness of his throat and the throb of pain at the back of his skull.
Kenkuroi yelled again, and Lyr put both palms onto his temples. "Borthanas." His tongue felt like a thousand pound weight.
Nevertheless, it was clear to the vagaran that Kenkuroi was not going to let him be - what was that about a domestic woman? Slowly Lyr processed the information, and finally arrived at the sign he had posted up some time ago and had, subsequently, forgotten. Had somebody actually showed up in response to that thing?
Making a supreme effort, Lyr stood, and rummaging under his bed withdrew a shirt and some hose. The shirt he put on, the hose he threw back under the bed, and after a few minutes of digging found what he wanted: a pair of trousers. Nevertheless he looked very much disshevelled when he at last swung open the door and shuffled out, running his fingers gingerly through his messy blond hair.
"Who is it?" The youth peered around Kenkuroi at the woman. "I didn't tell anyone to come this early... fething..." Lyr didn't finish, peering and blinking at the personage which stood grinning on their doorstep. Everything felt rather fuzzy that morning, and so Lyr at first wasn't entirely sure he trusted his eyes.
"Who are you?" The figure was so peculiar that the youth spoke and gave the Secyclionian creature room to come in before he had fully processed its dress, its makeup... its gender. "Fething Borthanas!" Lyr mumbled, wincing as the shock sent another lighting bolt through his abused brains.
|