He tries to remeber who had talked him into this.
For the first time in forever, Ourea'an had gone out drinking with his friends. Only now that it's morning did he realize what a terrible mistake that had been. His body feels like it weighs twice it's normal weight. His limbs ache with every movement, though he slowly make it to his feet. Without doubt, not his best morning.
His vision is cleaing as he makes his way out of his chambers, into the corridor. He blinks away the spots that come with sudden light source. Faintly, his elder brother's voice can be heard. Most likely him flirting with another servent. It would not come as a surprise. Li'ial never did take no for an answer.
Ourea'an was fond of his brother nonetheless. Their parents hadn't rasied them to hate each other. Him and his two brothers got along just fine.
Li'ial is the least reserved of the three. Sometimes Ourea'an thinks he has no boundries at all. For that reason, Ourea'an is thankful for his younger brother's quiet nature. It wouldn't be odd for Uri'i'ah to not be seen all day long. He spends most of his time in his room, pouring over the stacks of books that have accumilated. As long as they stay mostly out of each others' way, they're a content family.
The smell of food clears Ourea'an's mind for a second. He drifts toward the dining hall,where a small breakfast... No, lunch had already been laid out. Had he slept that late? No matter, all he needed was a pot of drea'lai tea. An entire pot. Maybe more.
With a small smile and a polite greeting, he asks one of the kitchen-maids to start brewing the tea. One thing he doesn't believe in is being rude to the people who work for him. They're here because they do the things that he can't... Or that he isn't bothered to do. Besides, he's made a handful of friends by treating servents like people.
Just as his head is beginning to clear, his mother enters the room. Trailed by her hand-maiden, she is talking as always. Yevt'te is quite the woman. She's beautiful and she knows it, though she isn't vain. She recognizes her wealth and power, but doesn't brag. Yet somehow, she is always talking. If there were a moment where she were in a room and silent, you would know something is wrong. Not that it's a bad thing.
Luckily she breezes past Ourea'an, sparing his momentarily sensitive ears. His father Kou'uri is away on buisness, so the hall doesn't echo with his boisterous laughter. More salvation for this awful morning. And yet another, his tea is brought to him. He accepts it with much thanks.
Before he knows it he's finsihed all of it, and his head is resting on the table. His eyes are shut tight as he wishes his headache away. Though his body no longer feels heavy and sluggish, his head beats with the sound of drums.
"Is something wrong little brother?" He hears Li'ial's voice behind him.
"Yes. It's none of your concern." Ourea'an answers shortly. For the first time this morning he realizes that his mouth feels as if it had been coated in honey.
"We have work to do today." His brother chides. "Get dressed and come outside, I'll show you."
"Can it wait until tomorrow?"
"It was waiting until tomorrow yesterday. It's tomorrow now. I'll meet you outside."
Once he hears the sound of his brother walking away, Ourea'an peels himself off the table. Time to get dressed.