Thread: Two Nations' War

The cracked window inside Rorkovic's room let in a cool draft on this summer night, its coldness like a splash of water on his bare skin. He slept on top of his covers, avoiding keeping any body heat to himself. Sweat beadded on his skin, rolling slowly down the sides of his body, evaporating as it should to help cool him off. Each toss and turn added to his already sleep-deprived exhaustion. In frustration, he lept from the bed and stormed down the hallway to his bathroom. Damn, he cursed silently in his head, This day had more of a toll on me than I had previously thought. He turned the creaky, wooden knob clockwise to release the lukewarm water from its reservoire deep within the castle. Relatively, the water seemed cold on Rorkovic's abnormally hot face and body. He splashed the liquid sweet upon his entire self before deciding to return to his room, not even caring to dry-off. However, Rorkovic's insomnia decided otherwise he turned into his study, which was noticably cooler than his sleeping quarters. Pulling his chair behind him, he sat down uneasily, straining the muscles he had exhausted from today's warfare. After locating parchment and his only quill, he slowly inked the quill and moved it over the parchment. His mind raced, forgetting to even address the letter he scrambled down a few uneven lines of useless small talk before he realized his error. Rorkovic crushed the parchment and tossed it into his trash bin. Resupplying himself with parchment, he began to ink his quill again, this time remembering to address the letter to none other than the Oracle herself. Oracle, It just now occurs to me I haven't properly asked of your name. What do people refer to you as, the Oracle or your given name? Rorkovic's eyes strained upon the parchment and his own handwriting, relaying to his brain what had already been said so that he would not become repetitive. What happened between us? I've never before become so enamoured of any woman, especially not those of which who are related to my father's arch nemisis. He trailed off now, simply admiring his own memory of how beautiful she was. After accidentally inking his face with the up-turned quill, he resumed writing Were you with the king for the majority of the battle? I feel like he has hidden you until now. Why so? His questions continued. So many questions to be answered, so little parchment on which to write. Rorkovic was now remembering the moments they had while in each other's presence, the feeling he had obtained while their eyes caught. When you looked at me, I could only stare back. I could only wish you would see, although I appreciated the connection we shared anyway. It was surreal in all aspects. He couldn't figure a good finish to the letter. He almost forgot to sign it before folding it into an envelope shape for delivery. Signed, Sventhor Rorkovic Shit. Rorkovic had completely forgotten how he would relay his message to the Oracle, as she was blind. He tore through his belongings, looking for the encyclopedia of Braille he had once received as a gift for his cancelled wedding. There we go... He marvelled at the enormous book, containing almost every letter, word, phrase, or other various linguistics in Braille and their respective translations. The encyclopedia also contained two more sections, translating into French and Italian. It took him 5 hours, but he completely translated his letter into a Braille essay, complete with a return address in Braille. He felt along the rigid bumps he'd made with the quill on the reverse side of the parchment, trying to decipher the arcane language by feel. A few moments later, he retrieved his most trusted pigeon, the biggest of all the mail carriers with a small white stripe on top of his head trailing down to the tip of his beak. The bird actually looked like it was the fastest and most efficient of them all. He tied the carefully rolled and sealed parchment to the pigeon's leg, releasing his pigeon just Southeast of where he wanted it to fly it had a problem staying on course.