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Dias
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Date Posted: 03/ 8/05 5:43:20pm Tue
Dias sighed, and made another attempt at his legs, but failed. He had already scrubbed himself down, and, looking around, spotted a set of clothes that had been thoughtfully brought for him, and by their color, on Zenra's orders. They were blue, much like his hair, wings, and eyes. "Zenra thinks of everything," he said softly, and pulled himself out of the tub, then began working on the clothes.
The underwear was easy, the pants were a pain, as he had to use one hand to lift a leg, then place the pantleg over the foot , another hand for the other leg, and then the pantleg thing. On top of that, was the effort of actually pulling them on, inching across the floor, arching his back to make it easier, but he finally manged.
The shirt on the other hand, was relatively easy, and then, dragging himself with his arms to a vanity, he proceeded to pull himself up it, and work on his teeth, scrubbing them down (it has been eleven years, afterall) he finally called for the guard, "Hey guys, come get me, I'm going to need some help getting around. I'd like to speak with Zenra!" he yelled, and sure enough, in came a set of guards, who promptly reached under his armpits, and practically dragged him to the throne room, though Dias didn't mind the handling.
They were soldiers, not nursemaids, afterall. They weren't bright enough to be nursemaids.
Finally, he was placed in a chair, and given something to drink and eat (a small helping of beef, it looked like, and some rice).
"So Zenra, err... where do I begin?"
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