Lord Harlan Godebert
Harlan was stunned for a moment, not saying or moving a muscle. Only staring at the trunk of the tree he had just hit. His head was throbbing from the blow, as was his nose. Carefully he lifted his hand up and placed his fingers around the bridge of his nose, giving it a gentle wriggle. Luckily, it wasnβt broken. However, he did suddenly feel a trickle of warm liquid escape his nostrals. With the side of his index finger, he touched the liquid and pulled it away to look at it. Great, blood, he thought. I have a bleeding nose. He begin to tilt his back as he attempted to stand with the support of the tree trunk while reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief.
βWell that was certainly graceful,β Alistair quipped, leaning against the tree that Harlan had just crashed itnto and crossing his arms.
Harlan laughed half-heartedly, continuing to joke with him, βNo, I donβt suppose it was. I will just have to give up on my dreams of becoming a ballet dancer.β
Before the man replied and before Harlan could stand, another man came over. He asked, βWhat are you doing?β and then began dabbing at blood under Harlanβs nose with his own handkerchief. βDid you run into this tree? How did you even manage that?β
Harlan laughed dryly and joked again, βYeah, I was just running and just thought the tree needed a kiss. It looked lonely just standing out here.β Harlan patted the tree trunk as the second man helped him to his feet.
@Caticorn - Alistair Reinsel
@GlitterFist - Sachion Hangmun