co"na"tion noun kō-ˈnā-shən
Definition of CONATION
: an inclination (as an instinct, a drive, a wish, or a craving) to act purposefully : impulse 3 " co"na"tive adjective Origin of CONATION Latin conation-, conatio act of attempting, from conari to attempt " more at deacon
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Something had been gnawing at him, through the armor, the walls, the masks he would wear to see his family smile in troubled times. But now the facade had become too much.
Seeing his Brother and Sister go at it today in the Common room Inn over something so trivial when they had such a larger picture in front of them. maybe he had been too good at soothing nerves, they all seemed so....local-like now.
Tiberius wanted his Father and to go home. His father for if anything at least his mother to be put to ease and to go home" Who wouldn't want to go home when no matter the reason!
He'd been hunting, with so many dragons here finding the real facts had been nearly impossible. Had this BEEN home, he would have known exactly where to look, they acted different than the ones here. And there were less and not as public as back home.
He looked to his hand, a scale fragment different than the one he'd given to Grandfather. It matched a few of the ones in the open book before him.
He sat in quiet, the City had proved to have on hell of a Library and bestiary and zoological section. Though he was told that it was constantly being updated, he doubted he would find exactly what he was looking for. But at least he had SOME memory that was perfectly clear, some that was mixed and matched, while other images....well he couldn't have seen everything from every angle.
He groaned and rubbed his head with both hands, the scale fragment on the table.
They had to find his father before they could go home. Did he even come over here with them"! Were they even sure he was still alive? Why were his siblings acting so...
He stopped right there. They all deal with things differently. Tibs was a thinker. He would dive into thought while the others would dive into a fight, he guessed anyways. Mother had put it much more eloquently than that.
But then again, Tibs stopping to think when he should react had gained him more than one scar. Well, it saved him from a few as well.
He looked back down at the books and the massive amounts of notes he had ticked onto paper. They had secured themselves shelter, they were armed, they had made alliances, albeit temporary or small for the moment. Now they had to focus on what mattered.
The youngest of all sat and worked studiously, even if he was going to be the only one to do it, He'd find their father and a way home.
: an inclination (as an instinct, a drive, a wish, or a craving) to act purposefully : impulse 3 " co"na"tive adjective Origin of CONATION Latin conation-, conatio act of attempting, from conari to attempt " more at deacon
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Something had been gnawing at him, through the armor, the walls, the masks he would wear to see his family smile in troubled times. But now the facade had become too much.
Seeing his Brother and Sister go at it today in the Common room Inn over something so trivial when they had such a larger picture in front of them. maybe he had been too good at soothing nerves, they all seemed so....local-like now.
Tiberius wanted his Father and to go home. His father for if anything at least his mother to be put to ease and to go home" Who wouldn't want to go home when no matter the reason!
He'd been hunting, with so many dragons here finding the real facts had been nearly impossible. Had this BEEN home, he would have known exactly where to look, they acted different than the ones here. And there were less and not as public as back home.
He looked to his hand, a scale fragment different than the one he'd given to Grandfather. It matched a few of the ones in the open book before him.
He sat in quiet, the City had proved to have on hell of a Library and bestiary and zoological section. Though he was told that it was constantly being updated, he doubted he would find exactly what he was looking for. But at least he had SOME memory that was perfectly clear, some that was mixed and matched, while other images....well he couldn't have seen everything from every angle.
He groaned and rubbed his head with both hands, the scale fragment on the table.
They had to find his father before they could go home. Did he even come over here with them"! Were they even sure he was still alive? Why were his siblings acting so...
He stopped right there. They all deal with things differently. Tibs was a thinker. He would dive into thought while the others would dive into a fight, he guessed anyways. Mother had put it much more eloquently than that.
But then again, Tibs stopping to think when he should react had gained him more than one scar. Well, it saved him from a few as well.
He looked back down at the books and the massive amounts of notes he had ticked onto paper. They had secured themselves shelter, they were armed, they had made alliances, albeit temporary or small for the moment. Now they had to focus on what mattered.
The youngest of all sat and worked studiously, even if he was going to be the only one to do it, He'd find their father and a way home.