Cecil Harvey

[His bones ache. He'd lost the sensation of having legs some time ago, assuming they hadn't been dismembered an hour past simply because he was able to keep trudging alone. He's been on his way back from the mountainrange for a subjective eternity, platinum hair matted and stringy from sweat, deep blue eyes sunken under the weight of dark, puffy circles. And though his muscles strain under the heavy weight of his armor, he's found enough energy to protectively carry a bundle close to his chest, until he reaches the outskirts of the village, where the roads and paths begin. Only then does he set down his burden, a small squirming boy.]

Follow the road. Mother will find you. [And though Cecil's words come in a shallow whisper, his eyes crinkle kindly as he reaches down to pluck a skittering scorpion from the young Ceodore's hands.] I'm not sure Mother is ready for this just yet. It'd be better to tell her about your new pet first. [Which is the last bit he manages to say before his knees buckle and send his body crashing facedown into the somewhat grassy, yet mostly rocky ground. It's okay to be unconscious, he reasons, now that the child was safely returned to the village.

He could probably use a healer.]


[OOC: Cecil and Ceodore are back from their mallynapping! Either of them might answer tags, though Ceodore will probably be more on top of things, since Cecil's kind of passed out. >_>; ]