Zevran had done his share of gambling. It was simply something that happened when you were in Antiva and had too much money and a potentially limited lifespan. Why save for a future that might not be around? He had no one to give his money to if he should die on the job, as the Crows would just reclaim it. He was theirs, and therefore everything that was his was also theirs.
So, when a nurse strongly advised that he play nicely with the other children, so to speak, Zevran had agreed. There was no harm in it, and Zevran was admittedly getting bored just lying about in the sun room. He could only sleep and eat for so long before he felt as though he was starting to collect dust. Maybe a bit of friendly competition would help to keep his mind sharp, and it could also help him to feel less lazy. Laziness seemed typical during the day, though. All of them were simply biding their time until nightfall, wondering how best to arrange for their escape. Zevran was no stranger to feeling trapped, but he had never been so bored before in a life-threatening situation.
In the game room, he found entertainment in the form of overwhelming confusion. All of the games that the nurse offered were completely unfamiliar to him, packaged in boxed covered in colorful artwork. Eventually she left him to sort through the room on his own, and Zevran continued his hunt for something he knew the rules to. Elsewhere, medium sized boxes displayed moving... paintings, he supposed? They were kept under glass, like through a window, and the ones operating them seemed entranced by the whole thing. Zevran found himself staring as well as he tried to make sense of the game. He wished, not for the first time here, that he had a better understanding of what magic could do. This was not the fire and brimstone he had seen Amell and Morrigan summon up, nor was it comparable to Wynne fussing over his wounds.
Eventually, Zevran gave up on the pile and sat down empty handed (save for a set of dice he had 'borrowed' from one of the foreign games) to watch the picture boxes. No one else seemed particularly confused by them, and Zevran couldn't help but feel out of place. It was a bit pathetic to be homesick when you didn't have a home.
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So, when a nurse strongly advised that he play nicely with the other children, so to speak, Zevran had agreed. There was no harm in it, and Zevran was admittedly getting bored just lying about in the sun room. He could only sleep and eat for so long before he felt as though he was starting to collect dust. Maybe a bit of friendly competition would help to keep his mind sharp, and it could also help him to feel less lazy. Laziness seemed typical during the day, though. All of them were simply biding their time until nightfall, wondering how best to arrange for their escape. Zevran was no stranger to feeling trapped, but he had never been so bored before in a life-threatening situation.
In the game room, he found entertainment in the form of overwhelming confusion. All of the games that the nurse offered were completely unfamiliar to him, packaged in boxed covered in colorful artwork. Eventually she left him to sort through the room on his own, and Zevran continued his hunt for something he knew the rules to. Elsewhere, medium sized boxes displayed moving... paintings, he supposed? They were kept under glass, like through a window, and the ones operating them seemed entranced by the whole thing. Zevran found himself staring as well as he tried to make sense of the game. He wished, not for the first time here, that he had a better understanding of what magic could do. This was not the fire and brimstone he had seen Amell and Morrigan summon up, nor was it comparable to Wynne fussing over his wounds.
Eventually, Zevran gave up on the pile and sat down empty handed (save for a set of dice he had 'borrowed' from one of the foreign games) to watch the picture boxes. No one else seemed particularly confused by them, and Zevran couldn't help but feel out of place. It was a bit pathetic to be homesick when you didn't have a home.
[For Franziska!]