*:･ﾟ✧ " Speech" | Member of the Sanguine Ruins | Plotting
Castor had never hosted a weekly task assignment session before. Frankly, he was beyond nervous, terrified in his possible lack of potential. Still, he wanted to increase his activity and prove to Elian his loyalty so he'd offered and he'd commit to that. Thus, the liger, once imposing by birthright now little more than a hunchback would sidle his way to the center of camp. He watches the malicious smiles and apathetic frowns pass by, busy with whatever it was Ruiners did in their spare time. He rubbed his striped arm, suddenly wondering if he had the right to interrupt anyone's schedule by suggesting what they do with their time.
Actually, I think I know exactly what they can do with their precious time! they can shove right up-
Castor flinched, shaking his head and clearing away the thought before it can form. He sighs, tired with the mental fight - or rather war, considering it's endless existence behind his temple. Elian suggested talking to a healer - but that had been about the blackouts, and he doubted anyone would know how to cure that, let alone those awful intrusive thoughts. He shakes his head clear one more time, refocusing on the mission at hand and not the weight of despair over his hopeless situation. " Ah, uh- erm - I offered to do weekly tasks a bit early um - if anyone has erm the time, I can suggest a task for you" he calls into the throng of unfamiliar faces, uncertain and nervous. Maybe someday he'll be able to look and speak to them with confidence. With certainty. But for now, not so much.