Fandom High Dormitories

Faramir had been outside much of the morning, attempting to keep the strange creatures away from the dorms. He'd killed those that were too small to be students and scared off the others. Fatigue was settling in however and so he retreated to the dorms to rest and find some food to gather his strength.

Grey patches had started to appear on his skin and he poked at them. He supposed he should find the healers in town, but for now he was well enough to fight. He would just rest here and go find somewhere he could make himself useful later. For now he was eating crackers. His bow and quiver stood propped up against the coffee table while his blade remained across his knees. The dorms were safe of forest creatures, but they would not be safe of his fellow students. He just hoped he could help them rather than harm them.

[Open, of course.]

Faramir leaned his shoulder against the open gate of the stables, staring out into the ever lasting downpour. This place made him nervous and he wondered if it was his own unease that had Baru skittish these days or if it was the other way around. Their daily rides across the island had become shorter as Faramir did not bother to linger anywhere. It was foolish, perhaps, to let this weather get to him as much, but he could not help wishing the island would grow tired of this gloomy place already.

"I wonder if this is what it would feel like when the clouds of Mount Doom stretch out across the whole of Gondor," he mused aloud. Not that he expect more of an answer than the sound of Baru chewing on his oats. It was a silly thought as there came no rain from those ash clouds, but he could not shake the feeling that the two would be alike.

[Open stables are open.]

Faramir had not attended the dance, but he had little regret as he had spent a pleasant evening in Maladicta's presence. Perhaps he was a little disappointed at the lack of dress or suit, but he was confident that he would get other opportunities to enjoy that particular view.

At least, if his father did not call him back to Gondor sooner. He was grooming Baru after his morning ride and considering how he would be spending the day. There were a pile of books waiting to be read, or he could find Maladicta, but then he did not wish her to grow tired of him.

"What say you?" he asked Baru who merely continued eating his apple.

[For one and one, because everyone's doing it, but the stables are open, of course.]

While it was getting colder outside as they seemed to be approaching Winter, Faramir found that the stables remained pleasantly warm. He'd found a comfortable spot in the hay inside Baru's stable. His notes and syllabus from his classes lay forgotten beside him as he'd turned to more pleasant literature. He was reading out loud to Baru while the horse chewed loudly on a carrot.

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."

And he lay down in the grass and cried.

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.

[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]

The weather did not suit to spend the entire morning outside, so Faramir had settled himself on a stack of fresh hay in Baru's box. The horse did not seem to mind the company, and Faramir enjoy the quiet in the stables. It led to lesser distractions as he read through one of the books his brother had sent him. This one told the history of the Kin-strife and while Faramir already knew much of it, there were things in the book that he had not heard of before.

And yet, while the book was fascinating (at least to him), Faramir found himself humming to a tune he did not know. Neither were the words that came to him. "Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love. And you want me to go without. Well it's too late, tonight. To drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same. We get to. Carry each other. Carry each other."

It was rather depressing.

[Open as stables are. He really does not mind distractions, honestly.]

Faramir's morning had consisted of a high amount of sneaking around. Well, at least a higher amount than was usual, he had escaped Maladicta's room before she'd woken up. It sounded much more exciting than it had been as she had merely offered him the spare bed once he found his roommate in desperate need for some privacy. It was almost like having Boromir here.

So now, after tending to Baru's, Faramir was in the salle, hoping that his disappearance that morning would not have angered Maladicta into standing him up. He was testing the practise blades which the school provided as he waited for her. They felt uncomfortable in his hand, their balance not quite perfect, but it seemed better to use them instead of real blades.

[Open salle, omg.]

After his visit to the library, Faramir decided both Baru and himself would be grateful to stretch their legs and go for a ride around the island. Mindful of the warnings he'd received about invasions, he'd donned his leather armour and had retrieved his sword from the weapon's locker. The weight was familiar and reassuring, but those were thoughts that seemed to more belong to Boromir than to himself. Perhaps he was thinking like his brother to compensate for his absence.

Baru was eager to see him and he led the horse outside to enjoy the sunlight. When he returned inside the stable to retrieve the saddle, Faramir found that the saddle was currently occupied. By a disembodied hand who seemed to be doing some sort of dance. His hand fel to the hilt of his sword and the hand stopped dancing.

"What are you?" he demanded, even if reason told him that a hand without a mouth could not speak. Still, the meaning was clear as the hand made itself small, shivering a little.

Faramir frowned and he wondered if this would be one of the harmless, but embarrassing invasions Bruce had warned him about. "If you do not threaten me, then I shall not harm thee," he told the hand.

It instantly perked up, jumped off the saddle and grabbed one of Baru's brushes, dashing towards the doors with it where it was hopping impatiently for Faramir to follow. How it kept its balance holding a brush that was bigger than himself, Faramir did not know.

"Perhaps I'm merely losing my mind," Faramir told himself quietly as he picked up the saddle and followed the hand.

[Open, of course.]