“Ban?” There was no response. “Ban?” Again, nothing and likewise for the next five times the bards name was repeated until; “I know you’re awake, I saw you open your eyes a minute ago.” At this there was a sigh from across the room followed by a string uttered half-curses.
“Did it not occur to you that maybe there was a reason I was pretending to be asleep?” The bard asked, sitting up and glaring at Venn.
“No.” Replied Venn, his only intention to annoy the bard further.
“Two weeks we’ve been stuck here.” Ban muttered, shaking his head. “Two weeks of your endless, mindless chatting.”
“Don’t you want to know why I came to get you?” Venn asked, seemingly unfazed by the bards poor mood.
“Actually no, knowing you as I have come to over the last few weeks, I’m sure you’ve come to tell me something tedious, inane and, quite frankly, boring.” Ban stood and as Venn opened his mouth and looked about to speak in his defence, the bard waved a hand and silence him before he could start. “Unless you’ve come to tell me that it’s stopped snowing and we can finally leave or that the Queen has changed her mind and doesn’t want to go to Arcatea after all, then I don’t want to hear it.”
Stretching, Banas Trite moved towards the window and glanced outside, the landscape was still white as far as the eye could see and he didn’t really hold much hope that the Queen had changed her mind so he let out another sigh. His gaze lingered on the world outside the window before he turned back to Venn, his eyes narrowing on the nauseating youth before drifting back to his comfortable bed. Just as he was about to move back towards his bed the sound of hurried footstep up the stairs and along the corridor caught his attention. Mere moments later Gwendolyn appeared in the doorway besides Venn.