最近破事太多了写点东西发泄一下

整整一周都处在醉了的状态

八校联喷这种事情你们见过吗
I was reading a book when the sound came to me.
"Gunden vhagen," It was, no other than, Naerthyk, "I thought you were still asleep by this point."
"Never speak to me in an owlish manner, my brother. And so now you see I'm not."
Naerthyk slightly frowned before he uttered a "well". "Well...well...Viveryck, don't be so angry about this...I won't do it next time, okay?"
There was an awkward silence. I meant to continue reading instead of the conversation, while Naerthyk seemed to have forgotten what to say. "I know father having been talking about things you dislike...recently. And I am probably saying those, too." He finally managed to break the ice.
"You are."
And what he said was so sprinking true. Father had been making a fool of me beyond "recently". I couldn't even remember when I last discussed something significant with him. He was particularly happy with his good boy Naerthyk. "Yes, I hate owls, so what?" Are you expecting me to change my mind right now? Or you are simply making a stupid big-brother apology?
"You may be right in some aspects...Father is too involved in owl affairs."
"And he didn't hesitate to pull us in? The entire species?"
Naerthyk speard his wings wide,"Don't be so angry! He is Konungrinn!...and Archfjendurnir agree with him as well. They have to make decisions for us..."
That was something charming to say. It especially amused me that he was chosen to the the successor to father's place just two days ago. "Archfjendurnir aren't doing their job."
"Being more attached to owls WILL push us into danger, I see." Naerthyk interrupted,"But not so much danger, perhaps?"
I was getting impatient. "Who knows? He haven't talked to me about battle affairs for at least three moon cycles. How am I supposed to give advice?" Father would have ignored whatever I said, anyway."I know you're going to tell me 'change your way of wording', Naerthyk. That is not going to work. Now tell me what you have wanted to tell me when you came in just now."
"That will work when I become Konungrinn, brother. " He smiled,"I was to tell you that father is going to retire this Short Light."
And you will be Konungrinn. Stupid title. A king, under an owl's command. What sort of king did that make.
"Congratulations, Hojhed Tuoy. I wish it would be a pleasure for hagsfjendurnir."