Kindle sat on his bed hugging his legs, his head resting atop his knees. The rest of his day had been spent attempting to drill combat skills into his brain to the point of frustration. No matter how hard he has tried, nothing has stuck, not like it has for the other demi-gods at least. When his frustration had amounted to levels that he could no longer handle, Kindle went back to his room with a blistering headache to spend the rest of the day bundled up under blankets with a pillow clutched to his chest.
It was earlier that day when Kindle had heard about the party occurring tonight. From what he'd snatched, anyone was welcome to join in, but he hadn't learned much else. The last couple of hours had been spent pondering whether or not he should go. Kindle didn't know why it was so hard for him, but the prospect of a party seemed so daunting to him. He didn't even know what kind of party it would be. The only kind of "party" he'd ever known about were the ones that his father had hosted, and the thought sent a bubble of anxiety through him.
Looking down, Kindle noticed that his nails were chewed to the bed, the skin around his fingertips red. He'd barely even noticed that he had been doing it, so caught up in his thoughts he had been. Maybe he just wouldn't go, another knight curled up, alone in his room wouldn't be all that bad...
No, he couldn't just lie around and hope that friends would come to him, that would never happen, he'd need to actually leave his room if he ever wanted to meet other people. Closing his eyes, Kindle sighed then pull himself off his bed, heading over to his dresser to choose what to wear.
All of Kindle's clothes were too big for him, his pants trailing underneath his shoes and his sleeves running down to hide his hands. He didn't need to dress up, did he? Kindle decided just to wear his usual
knit coat, afterwards wrapping a grey scarf around his neck. Not so much for warmth than comfort, the tight cloth wrapped around his neck somehow made him feel safe. Kindle reached up and pulled on a little strand of his already straight red hair, making sure that it was in place. Looking at his face in the mirror, Kindle winced a bit. His mother was the goddess of youth, though that did nothing to mend the dark bags under his eyes that had cursed him since he could remember.
There was no use in holding off this moment any longer, and being late would just draw unnecessary attention on his part, so turning from the mirror Kindle stepped out the door of his room. Making his way down the hallway toward the exit, Kindle would pause for a moment before stepping out into the night.
