With each step Sabriel took toward her door, he was rehearsing what he ought to say to Illia. He was also trying to figure out how many times he should knock on her door, and how loudly, and should he even knock at all? It was only the late afternoon, with about an hour until dinner time; classes were over for the day, but she very well might have been taking a nap, or studying, or any other number of things that a knock could interrupt. Of course, there was always the chance that she wasn’t even in her room—in which case he was, in a word, screwed.
He hadn’t made it to math class that morning, and he knew that there would be an assignment—one which he needed to complete, preferably on time, to avoid a sour grade. He and Illia shared a handful of classes, and it was for this reason he felt most comfortable going to her first to ask what he’d missed.
(“Most comfortable,” however, did not mean he wasn’t uncomfortable doing this. His mouth felt a bit dry. His palms were hot, and not solely because they were buried in the pouch of his sweatshirt.)
Once he was at Illia’s door, though, it felt too late to turn around. That was still an option, but now it felt like the silliest of the options available to him, so Sabriel lifted his fist and knocked three times with his knuckles, so that the sound would be higher-pitched and sound more like a question than a demand to open up.
@Foxy
He hadn’t made it to math class that morning, and he knew that there would be an assignment—one which he needed to complete, preferably on time, to avoid a sour grade. He and Illia shared a handful of classes, and it was for this reason he felt most comfortable going to her first to ask what he’d missed.
(“Most comfortable,” however, did not mean he wasn’t uncomfortable doing this. His mouth felt a bit dry. His palms were hot, and not solely because they were buried in the pouch of his sweatshirt.)
Once he was at Illia’s door, though, it felt too late to turn around. That was still an option, but now it felt like the silliest of the options available to him, so Sabriel lifted his fist and knocked three times with his knuckles, so that the sound would be higher-pitched and sound more like a question than a demand to open up.
@Foxy
