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Apr. 29th, 2006 10:40 pmEnforced idleness was not something that Alec was good at. To be sure, it wasn't something that Verra and Braxious were good at either. All three of them lived very active lives, from baseball practice and school to hunting and traveling to ordering people around and running the Inn. Every day was filled with activity, of something that needed to be done. A new project, a new place to see, a new anything.
But here, in their enforced hiding place, there was nothing to do. At first it was nice, the laziness of not having to do anything. But then they started to get restless. It wouldn't have been so bad if they knew that they could leave, but the idea that they were trapped there made the place that was surely a nice vacation spot as horrid as any of the worst cells with stone and steel walls could be.
Within three days they had explored the place from top to bottom, minus the beyond the red door. That room they had locked the first day to avoid temptation on Alec's end. It was the equivelent of the large red shiny button he couldn't push. And Alec loved to push those, just to see what happened. It wasn't like they could kill him. But this time he couldn't risk it. He couldn't, he wouldn't put his family at risk.
Verra had taken up haunting the library. Dragons loved a good book and at least she could get lost in one, forgetting temporarily that she was trapped. Braxious and Alec weren't the reading sort. The books just didn't interest Braxious and Alec had too much trouble reading to enjoy them.
They had fished and swam in the lake. Gone exploring. Played in the trees. Played catch. But still, it was a prision cell and it came back to them, eventually. The weight of it all. And the helplesness of it. They were trapped and couldn't do anything.
Depression slipped slowly in. It was a good friend of entraptment and it found easy prey in the Trovens.
By the fifth day they barely saw one another, each passing through the day in their own places, except at meal times.
Alec haunted the roof of the house, the slight possiblity of danger in falling the only thing offered to him. Verra kept to the library, Sari near her, in case something gods forbid, happened and she couldn't protect her. And Braxious stayed by the lake.
If something didn't happen soon, one of them was going to crack.
And the way Alec kept on going past the room with the red door, it would probably be him.
But here, in their enforced hiding place, there was nothing to do. At first it was nice, the laziness of not having to do anything. But then they started to get restless. It wouldn't have been so bad if they knew that they could leave, but the idea that they were trapped there made the place that was surely a nice vacation spot as horrid as any of the worst cells with stone and steel walls could be.
Within three days they had explored the place from top to bottom, minus the beyond the red door. That room they had locked the first day to avoid temptation on Alec's end. It was the equivelent of the large red shiny button he couldn't push. And Alec loved to push those, just to see what happened. It wasn't like they could kill him. But this time he couldn't risk it. He couldn't, he wouldn't put his family at risk.
Verra had taken up haunting the library. Dragons loved a good book and at least she could get lost in one, forgetting temporarily that she was trapped. Braxious and Alec weren't the reading sort. The books just didn't interest Braxious and Alec had too much trouble reading to enjoy them.
They had fished and swam in the lake. Gone exploring. Played in the trees. Played catch. But still, it was a prision cell and it came back to them, eventually. The weight of it all. And the helplesness of it. They were trapped and couldn't do anything.
Depression slipped slowly in. It was a good friend of entraptment and it found easy prey in the Trovens.
By the fifth day they barely saw one another, each passing through the day in their own places, except at meal times.
Alec haunted the roof of the house, the slight possiblity of danger in falling the only thing offered to him. Verra kept to the library, Sari near her, in case something gods forbid, happened and she couldn't protect her. And Braxious stayed by the lake.
If something didn't happen soon, one of them was going to crack.
And the way Alec kept on going past the room with the red door, it would probably be him.
