[He no longer walks with her, stopping where he stood. He can't believe this affront to his warrior's spirit, and he just turns on his heel and walks away. He can already feel his temper rising, and he walks right past the Herald with focused eyes that burn with an inner rage that he can't satiate.
He'd wait. He'll wait until he's fully healed, and when that happens, he's going to throw this entire place into chaos and here's absolutely nothing anyone can do to stop him. As far as he's concerned, at least.
Fast forward three more weeks.
He's gotten a little bit of sparring out of his assigned Herald, which at least was something to let the steam out. He'd at least asked it not to hit him in his ribs where he was still healing, sighing but accepting this was going to be his life for the time being. He's learned the day to day here in the palace a lot better, and learned where the most chaos could be started too.
A fight breaks out in the courtyard, some squabble that turns into a scene among the mages. Childe had been seen talking to some of them days prior.
At the same time, an entire formation of Abyss soldiers get violently sick. Childe had shown the cooks a traditional Snezhnayan dish to make, having cooked it with them the two days before and eaten it right in front of them to show that it was safe. They tried the dish. It was good. So he wrote it down for them! Except he changed the ingredients to include something that wouldn't go over well with their stomachs.
Minutes later, an explosion happens in the kitchen. He'd managed to distract his Herald for enough precious seconds while he set up a recipe for disaster in there, feigning that he was going to cook something.
In the chaos, he slips away, beelining towards where he knew that the princess kept her quarters- and he's rummaging around in it looking for his vision. It's nowhere to be found, not at all. He turns it upside down, only to find that it wasn't here.
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He'd wait. He'll wait until he's fully healed, and when that happens, he's going to throw this entire place into chaos and here's absolutely nothing anyone can do to stop him. As far as he's concerned, at least.
Fast forward three more weeks.
He's gotten a little bit of sparring out of his assigned Herald, which at least was something to let the steam out. He'd at least asked it not to hit him in his ribs where he was still healing, sighing but accepting this was going to be his life for the time being. He's learned the day to day here in the palace a lot better, and learned where the most chaos could be started too.
A fight breaks out in the courtyard, some squabble that turns into a scene among the mages. Childe had been seen talking to some of them days prior.
At the same time, an entire formation of Abyss soldiers get violently sick. Childe had shown the cooks a traditional Snezhnayan dish to make, having cooked it with them the two days before and eaten it right in front of them to show that it was safe. They tried the dish. It was good. So he wrote it down for them! Except he changed the ingredients to include something that wouldn't go over well with their stomachs.
Minutes later, an explosion happens in the kitchen. He'd managed to distract his Herald for enough precious seconds while he set up a recipe for disaster in there, feigning that he was going to cook something.
In the chaos, he slips away, beelining towards where he knew that the princess kept her quarters- and he's rummaging around in it looking for his vision. It's nowhere to be found, not at all. He turns it upside down, only to find that it wasn't here.
He should of known, ugh, so frustrating.]