[color=3d5a88][h2] Niallus Saberhagen[/H2][/color]
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[color=3d5a88] Event:[/color] Disconnected 
[color=3d5a88] Location: [/color] Ersand'Enise.
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[color=3d5a88]"Why…"[/color] Niallus sat his knees curled up to his chest. Head resting on his arms. He felt disconnected after Ingrid broke his heart. Stringing him along. Why didn't she say something, they could have just went back to being friends. Lifting his head up to see his room in shambles. His desk flipped, his chair destroyed, books scattered everywhere around the room. He just sat in the chaos, revelling in it. He thought  that After what happened in ReTan, he thought it wouldn't get any worse, how wrong he was. He felt so disconnected.

Albion, from the bedroom poked her dragon head out of the doorway. Worrisome chirps as she crept towards her owner. She pushed his arm with her nose, he didn't react to it. Tilting her head, she tried again. [color=3d5a88]"Not now, Albion."[/color] he quietly said to her his tone was drained and exhausted. Albion approached him from his left side, sticking her head under his arm, so it was around her neck. She nuzzled his face, purring. Her soft white scales brushing up to his cheek. Getting him to open up his form slightly, Albion took the opportunity to curl up on lap as he laid his legs down. He slowly started pulling himself around. He started to pet her head. Trying his best to smile. But it was difficult for him, for now he just left it. Albion knew her owner was hurting, she wanted to help him. 

[color=3d5a88]"What do I do?"[/color] he asked himself. He knew this was going to be difficult, especially since she's had a lot of friends with him. How is that going to pan out? He was dreading telling Maura. He knew that he'd get a lecture from her saying I told you so. She was only using you, and you didn't listen to me. If he didn't tell her she'll probably hear the rumours. Sven will help him move past this. Help him back on his feet. Maura will also help him move on. Leaning his head back on the door of his dorm. He was exhausted. Physically and emotionally. He wanted to just go out, drink his troubles away. [color=3d5a88]"Up Albion."[/color] asking her to move while he gets up. He goes to the bedroom to clean himself up. Halfway to the room he turns to see Albion sat waiting at the door looking at it. As if waiting for someone.

He knew what she was waiting for, his mind flashed back to the times she'd be sat waiting at the door and Ingrid walks through. Giving Albion some attention before closing it. Afraid of being lost in his memories.
Niallus shook his head, bringing it back to reality. He kicked one of the books on the floor, making it hit the wall. He'll tidy up the damage he's caused to his room. But right now he doesn't want to go out. He just wanted to stay in. Shutting the world away. Leaving Albion as she sat there waiting for someone who was never going to turn up. His bedroom was also a mess, things scattered everywhere. He just flopped onto his bed. If anyone asks him about it, he's just going to keep a brave face and try to hide it, until he's ready to move on. [color=3d5a88]"Tomorrow is going to be a difficult day..."[/color] he mumbles.