Recruit Trastion Leithor
Room 3 - South Wing Barracks
Late evening - Day of the Midsummer Festivities
Feeling as if he was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, Trastion's head continued to pound. He had no idea how much time passed before other noises came to his ears, though it was difficult to distinguish what he was hearing. In any case, it sounded like someone was in the room with him now. Was that good or bad? He tried to speak, to ask who it was, but only an unintelligible mumble came out, which he didn't even hear himself. And then, he was roughly grabbed, and forced to sit upright. The change in position did not help his head at all. "Owwwww..my head...ohhh.." The groan was soft, but filled with pain. His vision was still blurred, though it wasn't as dark now as it had been. Some source of light had been placed nearby. "Aeron...whas goin' on?" He mumbled, the throbbing in his head making him forget for a moment where he was, and when.
A voice was speaking, and it took great effort to focus on what it was saying, through the waves of pain radiating around his head. Wake up? That's exactly what he wanted to do, to escape this miserable dream. "M..tryin'...wake'p." Trastion mumbled, confused. Only it seemed easier said than done. Unless he was already awake, and this was real. It was seeming more and more real by the moment. Some distant thought from somewhere deep in his mind pointed out that you didn't actually feel pain in dreams. So yes. This must be real. He felt worried by this revelation. Why did his head hurt so much? The strike to his face didn't help things either. Wincing, he blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision, but without success. He tried to make his eyes focus on the person who had struck him, fearing what sort of terrible predicament he might have fallen into. But the face before him was not any of those he had feared might have been there. Was that his roommate? Squinting to try and force his eyes to see the face as one whole face, rather than two split ones, he determined that yes, that was him.
"Mourgan.." Trastion was relieved that it was someone that could possibly help him, rather than an enemy who wanted him dead. "M'head's kill'n me," He wanted more than anything to climb under the covers and go back to sleep until this awful pain had gone away. "Whas th'time?" He wondered, as it dimly occurred to him he might be trying to wake Trastion up for breakfast or supper.. supper was the next meal, right? Or was it breakfast? He caught sight of the window beyond his roommate, and even though his vision wasn't as clear as it ought to be, he could tell that it was dark outside. So yes, supper. But that didn't add up. Why was he waking up from sleep if it was night time? He didn't even remember going to bed. A confused expression found its way onto his face as he tried to work out this puzzle.