Tristran obeys immediately, the lack of contact from Yvaine allowing the slightly chilled evening air to cool his arm.
He collapses to the ground (more or less) stretching his legs. "I don't think I'll be reciting any stories for a good long while. Far too exhausting," he says, yawning again. "And -- if I ever decide to become a bard, please remind me of this experience."
The bag slips off his shoulder and is patted down for use as a makeshift pillow.
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Date: 2007-07-17 05:34 am (UTC)He collapses to the ground (more or less) stretching his legs. "I don't think I'll be reciting any stories for a good long while. Far too exhausting," he says, yawning again. "And -- if I ever decide to become a bard, please remind me of this experience."
The bag slips off his shoulder and is patted down for use as a makeshift pillow.