Idina Doc
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Post by Idina Doc on Jun 7, 2014 23:38:17 GMT -6
Idina nearly cried out as the first tome flew off the study desk and onto the ground. The four books she'd managed to sure the safety of, and he was tossing them aside like used facecloths! She dashed over to replace the second volume as fast as possible so as to minimize damage. This wasn't the Faljere she'd known and trusted, that was certain...
He'd started speaking again, and this time she got the feeling it wasn't to a voice in his head. It was near-incomprehensible nonsense nonetheless, at least at first. There was a pause, and the elf began to ramble on again, louder this time, all the while avoiding looking at her.
Pulling her along on this dangerous quest, destroying the library, terrifying her multiple times, and now suddenly dropping everything in the middle of the night to take off alone... Anyone with a lower sense of emotional control than the girl might've exploded at him by now.
But she was a healer, and healers knew compassion to be a better medicine.
With a deep inhale and a strong, steady voice, she argued: "You lack the strength to leave right this second! At least let yourself rest until dawn, then you can go do whatever it is you need to do!" Her determination wouldn't let her back down without negotiation.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jun 13, 2014 22:20:56 GMT -6
The monk looked over at the girl, stopping in his place. Her words were poison to his ears, yes...but poison perhaps that he needed.
He grumbled as he shoved past her, ignoring what she'd said. Papers flew around his kilt, and stuck to the bottoms of his boots.
Perhaps he did need sleep; in fact, he'd need to rest up for the oncoming journey. Still, he hated to admit it in front of this girl who he once knew.
The monk looked around and rubbed his eyes; yes, he'd need sleep.
"Where are--sleep. I need...beds..." He wandered around for a bit, his mind fuzzy on where he used to rest.
Top of the stairs, turn right. Red door.
"Okay."
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Idina Doc
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Post by Idina Doc on Jun 13, 2014 22:39:26 GMT -6
Idina had been fully ready to pursue the elf should he try to leave, and with a deep huff, she had begun following him as it seemed he was going to do just that. Shifting her pace to avoid overturned books and ripped pages, more words rose to her throat in preparation to try and stop the Clanless.
The words faded away as he suddenly turned and began to wander wander, pace slowed, among the disaster zone. Was he intending to stay? She stood watching him for a moment or two, trying to think quickly of how to react.
"Should I find you a place to rest here?" the girl offered after a few heartbeats. "Find the bedroom for you?" She had been used to sleeping on this level of the library, but she knew where the librarian had slept most often.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jun 14, 2014 21:19:26 GMT -6
He swore he could've heard the girl speak to him, but in his dizzied, exhausted state, he couldn't make out any specific words. Instead, he climbed the wooden steps up to the second floor of the library, passing many wall scrolls recounting age-old struggles and great victories, as well as a few brass-borderer paintings probably put up there by Gavin MacNiel before Faljere D'ael Elderbaden had taken residence in the library.
The state of the place was atrocious, and a small nagging in the back of his mind made him uneasy, but he shook it away quickly. At least tonight, he wouldn't grace it with a response. He needed sleep for the long journey ahead. Yes, he'd sleep the night away, wake early, and slip away before Idina could notice.
But of course, it was all coming back to his tongue, and he hated it. He was calling this girl by her real name, and he was voicing his anger at the past. But he knew that he'd rise above that part of him...all parts of him that besmirched the name of Elderbaden, and besmirched the wood elf Highland race as a whole. And for all the past mistakes he'd performed, they were not his burden, but he'd set them right anyway.
After some tea and sleep.
"Tea...and sleep. Tea, Idina. Tea...and sleep."
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Post by Idina Doc on Jun 14, 2014 22:11:16 GMT -6
Frankly, Idina was amazed his legs were still able to carry him up the stairs. Making as little sound as she could, she followed him up to the second floor, partly to see him to the right room, and partly to make sure someone would catch him if he fell asleep before then.
His words called forth memories of months ago, before every surface of the library had been coated in a decent layer of dust. The drowsy voice he used then sounded much more familiar to her ears than the tone he used when more alert; she smiled to herself nostalgically, but didn't dare say anything about it. He was peaceful now, peaceful once again, and she would hate to be the one to shatter that.
What had he said, though? Right, tea. She knew where that was. "Yes, tea," she muttered. Then, more loudly: "Your typical blend? I can get that."
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jun 14, 2014 22:43:40 GMT -6
The Clanless slipped into the cold sheets of his suspended bed with grogginess and tire while the blonde went and retrieved his tea. He'd no desire for the brew of his old life, but at this point, he'd drink anything to get the awful taste of another's tongue from out of his mouth.
He unfastened his leather belt and laid it over his sashed chest, before his watered eyes began to drift closed. Yes, he'd sleep. And dreams of angels past would come to haunt him in his sleep...
His eyes shot open, and he sat up immediately as fast as his back would allow.
No, no sleep while the Raven still sought him. Not while black feathers clouded his vision and Her order presented a threat.
That was why he would go early and let his old self has his fun with his current self. Perhaps it would lead him to where they hid, and he could end their tyranny after so many years.
As his eyes began to flutter again, he could practically picture them: the carrion fowl as they were so many years ago littering the fields where dead friends lay, picking at their marrow and cawing at any intruders on their meals.
Soon, the ravens morphed into the shape of the man he feared, staring down at him with decaying, grey eyes and a thin mouth stretched into a satanic sneer.
Rest now, my boy.
The elf's mind blanked for a moment, and he fell back on his pillow.
He really needed some tea.
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Post by Idina Doc on Jun 15, 2014 0:10:42 GMT -6
No response came from her offer, but the blonde understood what needed to be done. The light from her ring guiding her, she went back down the stairs to the ground level.
The area was still filled with dust, and a few strong coughs overcame her as she wove around bookshelves and scrolls to try and get to the tea cabinets. Taking a handle in each hand, she threw them wide open. Green tea leaves, a hint of mint from somewhere, a subtle honey taste, a few fruity blends; Idina basked for a moment or two in the pleasant and familiar aroma. She took the ingredients she needed and proceeded to the kettle. The water within it would be stale, she knew, and the exhausted elf didn't need that. Rainbarrels were outside, she remembered...
After a few minutes, she had a cup of nearly-perfect tea in front of her. Before taking it upstairs, however, she reached into the pouch on her belt and felt around among the small packets within. She took out three and checked their contents once before shaking some of each out into the counter into front of her: fresh yew berries, mint leaves, and poppy seeds and petals. Each ingredient received a different kind of treatment before she put them into the tea. The berries were squashed only once and were dropped, juice and all, into the water; the leaves and petals were torn apart and stirred in; the seeds were sprinkled in as they were. Then, and only then, did the girl make her way back up to the library bedroom.
She pushed the door open carefully and delicately approached so as to put the cup on the table next to the Clanless. "It is a different drink," she said simply, knowing fully well she could very easily be ignored. "I never showed you this one. It is my wintertime blend. I am not sure if you struggle with night terrors" - although he seemed to her enough of those while awake - "but regardless, the tea will help give you dreamless sleep."
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jun 15, 2014 16:57:16 GMT -6
The elf sprang upwards immediately, as if sleep no longer existed. The aroma of the tea was enough to affect his body like that, and he quickly slurped it down his throat. He cared not whether it was hot, or whether it was bad-mannered. He simply guzzled it, his eyes watering and his tongue sloshing about inside the cup as it picked up small bits of berry.
It had been far too long since he'd had tea.
Once it was finished, he let the cup fall to his side and he fell back on the bed, more tired than even before. How ever had this blend been so good? And why did it seemingly clear his mind? The figure that once loomed over his bed with dreadful eyes had been overtaken by beads of gold and red, and when they disappeared, so had he.
The Clanless smirked at the disappearance of this foe and let his eyes wander closed once again.
"That monster...may he never come here..." He muttered as his tire overtook him.
"For if he does..."
I'll kill him.
With that, the monk fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
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Post by Idina Doc on Jun 15, 2014 18:02:25 GMT -6
Quietly chuckling to herself, Idina turned her head away so as not to look at the monk. He was drinking like someone who hadn't seen so much as a puddle in weeks; at least she knew what he was drinking, and thus knew he wasn't taking anything that wasn't good for him.
After a few moments, his slurping and staggered breathing died down, and she dared to look at him again. A smile was creeping onto his face, widening in time with his closing eyes. She closed the space between them to take the cup away from his side and put it on the table. He was speaking a complete sentence now; she paid attention to his words.
"That monster... may never come here... For if he does..."
He never articulated the end of his sentence. It seemed he had needed the drowsy blend tonight, and given his words, her dreamless mix had been a good choice.
The healer couldn't help but smile at the Clanless as his breathing evened. He looked almost peaceful like this... She definitely knew that face, and she realized it had mostly been his harsh expressions that had kept it like a mask to her. With a pleased sigh, she turned away from the bed.
A bedmat was in the corner on the opposite side of the room, covered in dust just as everything else was. She took a step towards it... Then she paused. She wanted to keep an eye on the elf even while asleep, and while she wasn't a heavy sleeper, she wasn't sure she trusted herself to wake up when he did if she slept here. The girl thought on her options for a few heartbeats.
She walked to the mat and bent her knees to sit on her calves. With that accomplished, she took two corners of the mat and lifted it so as to be perpendicular to the floor. From here she carried it out of the bedroom, as quietly as she could, and placed it on the floor outside the door. She would be laying so that when the door opened she would be hidden from view; hopefully that would both alert her and buy her time. Satisfied with her actions, she finally crawled onto the bedmat and closed her eyes.
She definitely should have taken some tea herself, however, for her dreams that night were not pleasant, nor did they give her quiet slumber...
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jun 16, 2014 21:53:42 GMT -6
The morning arrived quickly for him, and his dreams had been nearly non-existent. He sat up in his bed, trying not to make any creaking noises; at that moment, he realised how much of a mess his hair was, and that he'd drooled all over his chin. He ignored those facts and slid out from under the woollen covers, picking up his claymore blade as he did so. His footsteps were uncannily light; although he was a barbaric monk, he was still a wood elf, which meant his steps were lighter than air.
He opened the door a smidge, just to be able to slip out, when he noticed the girl lying on a bedmat right outside the door. Taken aback, he slide into the room and against the wall. Was she awake? He'd check again.
The answer was no. She was sound asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed lightly. It was almost soothing, seeing her soft skin in the low light and his eyes gentle closed under her blonde bangs.
Enough of this. He told himself as he slid down the stairs, the cold of the morning now entering the library from the open front door. Had they really left it open all night?
It mattered not. The girl was safe and wouldn't bother him any more.
Now he could focus on his mission, and finally be rid of the voice in his head.
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Post by Idina Doc on Jun 16, 2014 23:08:15 GMT -6
As morning crept softly on, the blonde healer's breathing quickened and her limbs and facial features twitched every so often. The image behind her eyes burned, quite literally, and her dreaming self found it increasingly hard to breathe. Long hair so like her own flashed across her vision, and the sight of his glass-green eyes made her want to cry out. She had to run, run to him, he had to come back, back to help her, she couldn't move!
Eyes shooting open, she took a sharp breath if air and awoke fully from her terror. Her breath came back out quickly, as she had taken in more dust than air, and her throat continued to burn as she coughed. Had she left her dream yet? Slowly, she slowed her breath, and she regained a sense of where she was.
Library. Quest. Tea. Bedroom. Books. Faljere - no, Clanless.
Idina say bolt upright. Even outside of her dream, a blond man with green eyes tugged at her attention. The bedroom door was open now. Had he left yet? He couldn't have, she would've heard him... She stood, stepping lightly to the door in order to check.
"Oh, soul!" she cursed under her breath. Her expression fell, and she could swear her heart did too. Would she ever have words for that miserable man should he show himself to her again...! She shook her head aggressively, as though trying to shake out her thoughts.
With a defeated sigh, she turned and made her way towards the top of the staircase. She didn't feel safe leaving the Fort walls now, not until dark; she might as well make herself a spot of tea while she waited.
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