Snippet #2692435

Babble

The question period went by whimsically well. There was no sound and no touching was involved. All in all it was all he could of hoped for really.

It wasn't that he wasn't curious. Curiosity gripped him as would a strong appetite, constantly reminding with each look that he was subject to being fascinated. Kenner, Chlorra, the things that lived in the walls, so many little mysteries to the building he was keen to explore.

What he wasn't keen on was punishment. He knew little else of life than the fact that he was made to be punished, few things were more evident to him than that. After having his sound, his limbs of intangible nigh-omnipresence, cut down by several magnitudes he was wary of even breathing. The silence such change had brought has been sublime bliss but he was not foolish enough to believe that it was intentional. It was a lucky accidental discovery on his part which turned his frown upside-down but there was always more time to change things towards the worse.


After some silent gesturing and mouth movements guards were summoned. Two guards dragged him to his feet and began hauling him down the way by his shoulders, taking him along with everyone else. He probably would've walked if it seemed necessary but the guards weren't long in asking. He was brought along with the others to view the house it seemed. He wouldn't know, he couldn't hear a thing and neither could the two guards next to him.

The dragon lady seemed unwell. He might of made more note of it but the whole ordeal hardly phased him. Brought along by effort from the guards and subdued by magic Babble seemed largely absorbed in the silence, his eyes possessing a somewhat glazed quality. One might be able to wave their hand before his face and not elicit a single reaction.

He was busy counting down the seconds until his next torture.