[The world was a strange, strange place. The Drabwurld specifically was a strange and sometimes grueling place and despite being almost 16 years old and having lived here for a year and a half, Hiro still didn't quite know how to catch all of the curveballs this place threw him. It had started with hearing about the rumblings of the riots in Sa Choill. They'd made camp and talked about a few things that evening as they planned their journey to Parrais for the big riots. He hadn't slept very well that night and he could only be grateful it was a nightmare he could shake himself out of without waking up screaming or making himself sick.
The trip to Parrais was much easier thanks to the stolen clegs and the third was dedicated to nosing around, learning their way and settling in to camp early to prepare. It was a relatively successful day...or it had been before he was pulled away to answer a call from Jason Todd. He locked himself up somewhere hidden and away from their campsite as he and Jason argued and he learned about the vision Clarke had seen. He'd thought the worst of it was over, but he didn't even get to leave the shack he'd warded before Clarke called as well and started asking questions he didn't have answers for, started making him own up to a few things.
Overall, by the time he came back to camp his eyes were wide open and his expression was twisted into something mildly distraught as he sat on the ground again, staring out into the night toward the city. He'd stay awake watching if he had to, but with those conversations, some of the knowledge he and Bellamy had now and Shuck's curse? There was absolutely no way he was sleeping. He doesn't look at Bellamy though when he finally speaks up after some silence.]
...get some sleep, dude. I'll stand guard for tonight. [He'd noticed that Bellamy hadn't really slept the night before either. If they were going to do this, well, it made sense that one of them was rested at least.]
8/3; mid-quest
The trip to Parrais was much easier thanks to the stolen clegs and the third was dedicated to nosing around, learning their way and settling in to camp early to prepare. It was a relatively successful day...or it had been before he was pulled away to answer a call from Jason Todd. He locked himself up somewhere hidden and away from their campsite as he and Jason argued and he learned about the vision Clarke had seen. He'd thought the worst of it was over, but he didn't even get to leave the shack he'd warded before Clarke called as well and started asking questions he didn't have answers for, started making him own up to a few things.
Overall, by the time he came back to camp his eyes were wide open and his expression was twisted into something mildly distraught as he sat on the ground again, staring out into the night toward the city. He'd stay awake watching if he had to, but with those conversations, some of the knowledge he and Bellamy had now and Shuck's curse? There was absolutely no way he was sleeping. He doesn't look at Bellamy though when he finally speaks up after some silence.]
...get some sleep, dude. I'll stand guard for tonight. [He'd noticed that Bellamy hadn't really slept the night before either. If they were going to do this, well, it made sense that one of them was rested at least.]