From Ashes

[Nox]

There was awe in the Ascendancy's voice. Not that it was very easy to detect, but the opposite sex was a unique barrier to learning. It sucked, but it is what it is. He asked how it felt and Nox chuckled. "It's like a thousand little ants crawling over your skin, while you are sprint a marathon in 30 seconds flat." Nox's stomach rumbled echoing Morven's statement about food. Hunger, and power, and exhaustion were not a good combination.

The man, doctor who was fiddling with the arm stood up shortly after Morven began about the gala. And she wanted to speak of something personal. Nox smile at her "Ask away, nothing I can tell you is worse than me being Atharim." Personal or not.

The doctor started unbandaging the arm and his whistle of admiration was for the neat and tidiness of the healing. "How's it feel."

Nox chuckled, "Like I'm missing an arm."

"That won't be much longer." He went about his business while the others talked. There were measurements and other things being taken. He was back and forth between his work bench and Nox. Nox wanted to close his eyes and sleep but he knew if he did that he'd pass out and be there for hours. And there was too much going on to let that happen here and now. Too much danger the darkness intoned in his head. But he wasn't not in danger - maybe he was the danger.