Frostbound

The night sky was marvelous to look at. The stars twinkled in the dark, unknown constellations coloring the black canvas. It was a nice way to decompress after the day I had.

The wave this morning revealed something that I didn't quite like. [Barbarian's Rage] had more of an effect than I was comfortable with. I didn't like how it colored my thoughts and made me feel unnaturally angry.

I would have to get used to the new skill and learn how to control it so it wouldn't affect me. In time, it should be nothing more than an afterthought.

"I thought I'd find you up here." A voice broke the silence I had been basking in, "What are you thinking about?"

I turned to see my father climbing up on the wall behind me. He had been so mad earlier he yelled for 10 minutes straight. Abigail took over afterward and took up the baton.

Jonathan had ratted me out under pressure and revealed that he had told me what he was planning to do. Bastard. I knew Abigail was scary when she wanted to be but he didn't have to throw me under the bus.

"Nothing. Come to yell at me again?" I queried.

"No, I did enough of that earlier." He said with a sigh as he sat down. His voice made it sound like he came up here for something else.

"In my defense, we never specified the exact definition of rough." I don't think saying that helped my case very much from the look he was giving me.

"You know what I meant, discussing semantics wasn't what I had in mind when I asked for your promise." He didn't appreciate it when I did that, used technicalities. He let out a light laugh and shook his head before making to say something else.

I knew what he was going to say so I beat him to it before he could get the words out.

"It's the spirit of the promise, not the letter." I mocked.