Yeah, wander into the thread, see I missed an opportunity to interact during the period in which I had time. Ah well, off to bed after this post. It's probably been a few effective days since my last post, but it kind of works anyway.
Falcata finishes her feeble attempts to learn to swing her hammer any better and returns it to its sling. Swinging the heavy instrument about telekinetically was just as draining as she remembered. She had never spent much time practicing her magic, and the weapon just weighed too much. She wipes some sweat from her brow and plods out of the barracks back toward her quarters.
Her entire body aches at the expenditure of magic, and right now she's too tired to care much about the noisy outbursts echoing down the halls. She was pretty sure that the voice belonged to Carrot, and that was becoming a bit routine. If she was needed, somepony would come get her. The incidents had worked themselves out without her involvement so far.
Maybe tomorrow she would try swinging the hammer around with her mouth... no, that would just give her a sore neck, and that would take a lot longer to recover from than burning up some magic. Right now, she was just going to catch what sleep she could.
((Incidentally, are the guards' quarters near the barracks, or somewhere else entirely? I'm always lazy about this and just let the guards and soldiers sleep with the civilians on another z-level))
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