Thursday, 13 November 2014
Jewell moved about the kitchen listlessly. It was closer to noon than morning, but her purple hair was up in a messy bun and she was still wearing the Royal Pain shorts and Hydra t-shirt (possibly lifted from a certain half-elf) she had slept in. Nothing looked appetizing, so she ended up sitting at the island with a jar of chocolate-hazelnut spread, using her finger as a spoon. When she heard Ishmerai come in the front door, she just continued to eat her “breakfast”, waiting for the storm to fall upon her.
All she got was a quick glance at the newspaper he threw on the counter in front of her--at least this time the headlines were about Royal Pain’s win against Team Fist last night--before the barrage of angry questions assaulted her. “Who the hell did that to your arms?”
There went her hope that he might think Gren had done that during their fight, and he was angry enough to use a mortal swear. She cast a lazy, uninterested look at the deep black and purple bruises which decorated both of her slender arms. Familiar bruises. Rough hands handling her roughly. There was a time when she did not bruise as easily, perhaps, but the Jewell that had stumbled free from Faerie two years past was a different woman than the one who had first travelled beyond the veil. The petite Empress shrugged at her knight, continuing her chocolate indulgence.
“I swear Mira, if you are letting Lord Ar’Din touch you like that…”
“He’s not.” She cut his threat off sharply.
The Fae knight took a deep breath in through his nose to calm himself. He wanted to believe her, but her reluctance to mention the tabloid “baby bump” incident to Kalamere followed by this.. Then there was the lovely bruise across her neck just the other day too. The poor knight didn’t know what to think. The silence sat between them, heavy, until he ventured to break it again: “Why are you letting anyone touch you like that outside the ring?”
She stared into the jar of chocolate and hazelnut before her. The answer wasn’t there. “I don’t know.”
“I think you should go talk to Dr. Bronner today.”
“Okay.”
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“What if you end up matched against Kalamere?”
She shrugged, “Then I will fight Kal. Not like we haven’t fought before.” Of course, he hadn’t actually hit her at the time.
Ishmerai looked at her bruised face carefully, wondering if she had really thought through the implications of this. The knight approached his next point as delicately as he knew how, “I am just concerned how you will react when someone you care about hits you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Jewell’s tone had flatlined. “Besides, it’s different in the ring.”
“You hope it is.”
He didn’t say a word when she left herself off the schedule for Royal Pain vs. Hydra during week four of IFL.
“What if you end up matched against Kalamere?”
She shrugged, “Then I will fight Kal. Not like we haven’t fought before.” Of course, he hadn’t actually hit her at the time.
Ishmerai looked at her bruised face carefully, wondering if she had really thought through the implications of this. The knight approached his next point as delicately as he knew how, “I am just concerned how you will react when someone you care about hits you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Jewell’s tone had flatlined. “Besides, it’s different in the ring.”
“You hope it is.”
He didn’t say a word when she left herself off the schedule for Royal Pain vs. Hydra during week four of IFL.
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On the toe of one silvery high-heel, Jewell spun about, head tipped back towards the night’s sky, laughing. Once she came full circle, she found herself face-to-face with a smiling Ishmerai. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around the knight in an unexpected hug.
It was his turn to laugh, pushing her back at arm's length to look at her. “This is a pleasant surprise. Whatever has you in such high spirits, Mira?” Not that the knight could complain. It had been far too long since she had been this happy, but he was curious what had brought on this particular bout of glee.
“I saw my Wyh-sissy!” she gushed at him before falling forward and squeezing him again, careful of that broken right hand. When she released him and stepped back, the huge grin persisted on her face.
“Ah this would be the Lady Wyheree?” he wisely left the name Ravenlock off the end.
“Mhmm! Yep! She was just sitting there,” she gestured, trying to layout the situation for him, “in the Inn and I was standing outside the office. It felt for a moment like no time had passed at all. It was..” she shook her head, marveling at the feeling of happiness that seemed to just be bubbling up from within, “it was perfect. Just for a moment, everything was perfect.”
On the toe of one silvery high-heel, Jewell spun about, head tipped back towards the night’s sky, laughing. Once she came full circle, she found herself face-to-face with a smiling Ishmerai. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around the knight in an unexpected hug.
It was his turn to laugh, pushing her back at arm's length to look at her. “This is a pleasant surprise. Whatever has you in such high spirits, Mira?” Not that the knight could complain. It had been far too long since she had been this happy, but he was curious what had brought on this particular bout of glee.
“I saw my Wyh-sissy!” she gushed at him before falling forward and squeezing him again, careful of that broken right hand. When she released him and stepped back, the huge grin persisted on her face.
“Ah this would be the Lady Wyheree?” he wisely left the name Ravenlock off the end.
“Mhmm! Yep! She was just sitting there,” she gestured, trying to layout the situation for him, “in the Inn and I was standing outside the office. It felt for a moment like no time had passed at all. It was..” she shook her head, marveling at the feeling of happiness that seemed to just be bubbling up from within, “it was perfect. Just for a moment, everything was perfect.”
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“And then the guest bedroom can go here,” Jewell traced a finger along the blueprints laid out on the kitchen island.
Ishmerai nodded, resigned to his lady’s ideas of moving and expanding her business ventures once again. “What about…”
They both froze, turning their heads sharply towards the front of the house. There was nothing to hear. No Sapphire tromping in bearing lunch for the three of them from what she called, “The most delicious food truck ever imagined.” No neighbors knocking, petitioning to see The Empress. There was nothing to see either. Even their sharp eyes could not penetrate kitchen cabinets and walls.
But they could certainly feel something.
“That was.. very powerful.”
“It was,” Jewell agreed with the knight’s understatement, turning to look at him. Her brow was furrowed deeply. “Do you think we should go check it out?”
He frowned. “Sounds like meddling in business that is of no concern to you.”
The Faerie pointed towards the front door, which just happened to be facing north. “That much power is certainly a concern to me.”
“And then the guest bedroom can go here,” Jewell traced a finger along the blueprints laid out on the kitchen island.
Ishmerai nodded, resigned to his lady’s ideas of moving and expanding her business ventures once again. “What about…”
They both froze, turning their heads sharply towards the front of the house. There was nothing to hear. No Sapphire tromping in bearing lunch for the three of them from what she called, “The most delicious food truck ever imagined.” No neighbors knocking, petitioning to see The Empress. There was nothing to see either. Even their sharp eyes could not penetrate kitchen cabinets and walls.
But they could certainly feel something.
“That was.. very powerful.”
“It was,” Jewell agreed with the knight’s understatement, turning to look at him. Her brow was furrowed deeply. “Do you think we should go check it out?”
He frowned. “Sounds like meddling in business that is of no concern to you.”
The Faerie pointed towards the front door, which just happened to be facing north. “That much power is certainly a concern to me.”
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“And where are you going, my lady?”
The familiar voice of her knight halted her swaying steps, her vision blurring the stars above as she spun about unsteadily to look at him. “You,” Jewell attempted to point with her fighting baton, but her abused wrist had had enough and seized up, forcing her to drop the weapon to the ground, “ow! Damn.” She went to lean over and grab it but Ishmerai was quicker, holding on to the weapon after he retrieved it. “You are supposed to be with Sapphire,” she pointed at him with just her finger now.
“She was concerned about your fight with Lord Karos, and with good reason, it seems.” The knight gave an unimpressed look at her face. “Where did you say you were going again?”
She huffed, brushing some hair matted with blood behind her ear. “I didn’t. But if you must know, I am going to The Line to get a celebratory drink.
He frowned. “I think you should probably come home so we can see about your face.” She tried to swat him away as he got closer, attempting to look at her eyes with the aid of the street lamps. “Or to the apothecary.”
“Nonsense!” She huffed, pushing past him to continue walking.
“Mira,” he growled out, stopping her with a hand on her bare shoulder.“I believe you have a concussion and your face might be fractured. Although, it is hard to tell with all this blood,” he added the last part in a chiding tone.
“Your face is fractured,” she shook of his restraining hand petulantly.
Ishmerai shook his head, “That does not even make any sense.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m fine,” she insisted.
The knight was good enough to hold back her hair when she vomited on the side of the street two blocks later, and let her lean on his arm as they walked back to Little Elfhame.
“And where are you going, my lady?”
The familiar voice of her knight halted her swaying steps, her vision blurring the stars above as she spun about unsteadily to look at him. “You,” Jewell attempted to point with her fighting baton, but her abused wrist had had enough and seized up, forcing her to drop the weapon to the ground, “ow! Damn.” She went to lean over and grab it but Ishmerai was quicker, holding on to the weapon after he retrieved it. “You are supposed to be with Sapphire,” she pointed at him with just her finger now.
“She was concerned about your fight with Lord Karos, and with good reason, it seems.” The knight gave an unimpressed look at her face. “Where did you say you were going again?”
She huffed, brushing some hair matted with blood behind her ear. “I didn’t. But if you must know, I am going to The Line to get a celebratory drink.
He frowned. “I think you should probably come home so we can see about your face.” She tried to swat him away as he got closer, attempting to look at her eyes with the aid of the street lamps. “Or to the apothecary.”
“Nonsense!” She huffed, pushing past him to continue walking.
“Mira,” he growled out, stopping her with a hand on her bare shoulder.“I believe you have a concussion and your face might be fractured. Although, it is hard to tell with all this blood,” he added the last part in a chiding tone.
“Your face is fractured,” she shook of his restraining hand petulantly.
Ishmerai shook his head, “That does not even make any sense.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m fine,” she insisted.
The knight was good enough to hold back her hair when she vomited on the side of the street two blocks later, and let her lean on his arm as they walked back to Little Elfhame.
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Saturday, 15 August 2015
Jewell slowed to a walk, her hands resting on top of her head as she tried to cool down. It was her fault they were out running so late in the day, but the afternoon heat was murder! The little stream of sweat trickling down the back of her neck actually made her long for the upcoming, snowy excursion.
Ishmerai matched her pace, looking too cool and comfortable to Jewell’s eye. “So you actually let him hit you?”
She rolled her eyes a bit as he revisited their earlier conversation, which she had smartly cut off feigning breathlessness from the running. She continued down the road, only pausing when she found a bit of shade. “Not like I just let him hit me. I was trying to win you know.” He gave her a look that prompted her to add, “But yes, he did hit me and no, I didn’t have some kind of instant meltdown. It wasn’t upsetting at all, actually.” She sounded both slightly surprised and a little impressed with herself.
“Why do you think that is?”
Her shoulders rose and fell quickly in a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe it just makes a difference how the person is acting? He wasn’t screaming belligerently at me or making me feel like shit about myself, so I guess that helps.”
Jewell slowed to a walk, her hands resting on top of her head as she tried to cool down. It was her fault they were out running so late in the day, but the afternoon heat was murder! The little stream of sweat trickling down the back of her neck actually made her long for the upcoming, snowy excursion.
Ishmerai matched her pace, looking too cool and comfortable to Jewell’s eye. “So you actually let him hit you?”
She rolled her eyes a bit as he revisited their earlier conversation, which she had smartly cut off feigning breathlessness from the running. She continued down the road, only pausing when she found a bit of shade. “Not like I just let him hit me. I was trying to win you know.” He gave her a look that prompted her to add, “But yes, he did hit me and no, I didn’t have some kind of instant meltdown. It wasn’t upsetting at all, actually.” She sounded both slightly surprised and a little impressed with herself.
“Why do you think that is?”
Her shoulders rose and fell quickly in a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe it just makes a difference how the person is acting? He wasn’t screaming belligerently at me or making me feel like shit about myself, so I guess that helps.”
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Sunday, 16 August 2015
I’Yulna was quite the happening place on Sunday, even at two in the morning. The people (still awake after midnight and forced out of their homes) Jewell had gathered together to celebrate her victory in the Warlord Tournament partied under the soft, star-lit sky of Faerie.
Sapphire was still engaging most of the slowly thinning crowd with a re-enactment of Jewell’s last fight against the fierce Mel, while The Empress herself wandered away to sit on a mossy stone seat. She leaned over, undoing the straps of her shoes and kicking the high heels off into the grass--they were covered in blood anyway--before leaning back with a sigh.
She didn’t move again until Ishmerai dangled another beer in front of her face, which she gratefully took. “No warning with it not to drink too much?” It was probably too late for that anyway.
The knight smiled faintly as he took a seat next to her, “I suppose you earned it this evening. You did very well, Mira.”
“Why thank you!” Hardly ever modest, she agreed wholeheartedly with him after a sip of beer, “I did do rather well, didn’t I?” Although, to her credit, she still seemed to be in a state of shock. The whole night felt unreal, but reality was uncomfortably present in the cuts, burns, and bruises liberally decorating her body.
“Try not to get too carried away,” Ishmerai said with a smile, refraining from reigning in her wild ego for one night at least.
“Sure thing.” Jewell laughed, letting her eyes flutter close for a moment before she suddenly sat straight up, beer lifted into the air in her excitement. Ishmerai leaned away from her, startled. “Oh oh! I forgot! This solves all of our problems!”
“It does?”
“Yes! Because now we don’t have to live in the apartment. We can move into the Dockside mansion instead.” Feeling even more pleased with herself than before, she relaxed back into her seat once again.
“Uhuh,” the knight seemed unsure. “And just what form does the Dockside mansion take? I understand it is different for each barony.”
“Oh um..” she had to think about it for a moment, trying to wave his concerns away with a flutter of her hand, “I think it’s a warehouse.”
For some reason, Ishmerai didn’t seem reassured by this plan to live in a warehouse instead of an apartment.
I’Yulna was quite the happening place on Sunday, even at two in the morning. The people (still awake after midnight and forced out of their homes) Jewell had gathered together to celebrate her victory in the Warlord Tournament partied under the soft, star-lit sky of Faerie.
Sapphire was still engaging most of the slowly thinning crowd with a re-enactment of Jewell’s last fight against the fierce Mel, while The Empress herself wandered away to sit on a mossy stone seat. She leaned over, undoing the straps of her shoes and kicking the high heels off into the grass--they were covered in blood anyway--before leaning back with a sigh.
She didn’t move again until Ishmerai dangled another beer in front of her face, which she gratefully took. “No warning with it not to drink too much?” It was probably too late for that anyway.
The knight smiled faintly as he took a seat next to her, “I suppose you earned it this evening. You did very well, Mira.”
“Why thank you!” Hardly ever modest, she agreed wholeheartedly with him after a sip of beer, “I did do rather well, didn’t I?” Although, to her credit, she still seemed to be in a state of shock. The whole night felt unreal, but reality was uncomfortably present in the cuts, burns, and bruises liberally decorating her body.
“Try not to get too carried away,” Ishmerai said with a smile, refraining from reigning in her wild ego for one night at least.
“Sure thing.” Jewell laughed, letting her eyes flutter close for a moment before she suddenly sat straight up, beer lifted into the air in her excitement. Ishmerai leaned away from her, startled. “Oh oh! I forgot! This solves all of our problems!”
“It does?”
“Yes! Because now we don’t have to live in the apartment. We can move into the Dockside mansion instead.” Feeling even more pleased with herself than before, she relaxed back into her seat once again.
“Uhuh,” the knight seemed unsure. “And just what form does the Dockside mansion take? I understand it is different for each barony.”
“Oh um..” she had to think about it for a moment, trying to wave his concerns away with a flutter of her hand, “I think it’s a warehouse.”
For some reason, Ishmerai didn’t seem reassured by this plan to live in a warehouse instead of an apartment.
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“Come oooooon!” Sapphire dragged out the word. “Just tell me already!”
“No!” Jewell wrapped her arms around the stuffed moose and buried her head against it. Her whole body hurt from the Warlord Tournament, and she was still nursing a hangover from the partying that had stretched too far into this morning.
“Jew-ell!” The teen was relentless. “Pretty please?”
“Ugggh! Fine.” Jewell repeated the dirty limerick that Harris had sent her via singing telegram to Sapphire’s delighted laughter.
“Wait wait,” she put the spoon down, turning her back on the celebration dinner she was preparing for a moment. “So he sings, you punch him in the face, grab the moose, and then slam the door in his face?”
Jewell was starting to smile a little now, Sapphire’s enthusiasm being contagious. “Something like that.”
“Come oooooon!” Sapphire dragged out the word. “Just tell me already!”
“No!” Jewell wrapped her arms around the stuffed moose and buried her head against it. Her whole body hurt from the Warlord Tournament, and she was still nursing a hangover from the partying that had stretched too far into this morning.
“Jew-ell!” The teen was relentless. “Pretty please?”
“Ugggh! Fine.” Jewell repeated the dirty limerick that Harris had sent her via singing telegram to Sapphire’s delighted laughter.
“Wait wait,” she put the spoon down, turning her back on the celebration dinner she was preparing for a moment. “So he sings, you punch him in the face, grab the moose, and then slam the door in his face?”
Jewell was starting to smile a little now, Sapphire’s enthusiasm being contagious. “Something like that.”
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"Hey,” Sapphire got Jewell’s attention by holding up the newspaper so she could see one of the headlines and a picture of a snowy mountainside cordoned off with police tape, “isn't this the resort you guys were at?" Jewell didn’t need to look closer to know that the article was about the tragic death of a reality portal-vision star who fell off a cliff after attempting to ski a slope much too advanced for her.
"Huh? What? Oh no no.. we were um.. someplace else?”
“Oh.” Sapphire said as she laid the newspaper on the counter and continued to read the article.
“Terribly dangerous, those winter sports," Jewell added on as she went back to eating her cereal, tucking a bit of still-blonde hair behind her ear. "They can be quite hazardous to a person’s health."
"Hey,” Sapphire got Jewell’s attention by holding up the newspaper so she could see one of the headlines and a picture of a snowy mountainside cordoned off with police tape, “isn't this the resort you guys were at?" Jewell didn’t need to look closer to know that the article was about the tragic death of a reality portal-vision star who fell off a cliff after attempting to ski a slope much too advanced for her.
"Huh? What? Oh no no.. we were um.. someplace else?”
“Oh.” Sapphire said as she laid the newspaper on the counter and continued to read the article.
“Terribly dangerous, those winter sports," Jewell added on as she went back to eating her cereal, tucking a bit of still-blonde hair behind her ear. "They can be quite hazardous to a person’s health."
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“He has been letting you live with him all this time?”
She shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Brave man.” Lord Ar’Din had suddenly risen greatly in the knight’s estimation. Living with The Empress for an extended period of time was challenging at best. His lady’s scowl prompted him to offer a smile to lighten the blow. “No offense meant, Mira. Truly. I am sure you were an absolutely delightful guest. He must have been overjoyed to have you there.”
The gesture and words did little to pacify her as she slouched in her seat. “Well.. whatever. It probably doesn’t matter anyway. Pretty sure I fucked that all up too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I kissed Sinjin Fai the other night.”
Ishmerai sighed. “And why did you do that?”
Jewell tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The sun was warm in I’Yulna as it filtered through the trees. “Because I’m stupid and I damn myself every time.”
“He has been letting you live with him all this time?”
She shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Brave man.” Lord Ar’Din had suddenly risen greatly in the knight’s estimation. Living with The Empress for an extended period of time was challenging at best. His lady’s scowl prompted him to offer a smile to lighten the blow. “No offense meant, Mira. Truly. I am sure you were an absolutely delightful guest. He must have been overjoyed to have you there.”
The gesture and words did little to pacify her as she slouched in her seat. “Well.. whatever. It probably doesn’t matter anyway. Pretty sure I fucked that all up too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I kissed Sinjin Fai the other night.”
Ishmerai sighed. “And why did you do that?”
Jewell tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The sun was warm in I’Yulna as it filtered through the trees. “Because I’m stupid and I damn myself every time.”
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Jewell tapped her foot, arms crossed over her chest as she stood in the entrance of her new home in The Mill at Little Elfhame. Tap tap tap tap tap. Ishmerai paused in his work to level a disapproving frown at her. “I am sorry, my lady. Am I keeping you from something?”
“No.”
The knight nodded and turned back to the wall, placing his hand upon it and concentrating.
She sighed. His shoulders tensed in anticipation. “How much longer is this going to take?”
Thunk! The knight leaned forward, letting his forehead hit the wall. “Miiiiiira,” he groaned out, eyes closing for a moment. Pushing off the wall, he turned to look at her again. “I need to finish this or you absolutely cannot stay here this evening. I will send you right back to bother Lord Ar’Din instead.” That “threat” earned him the little smile he was looking for. “I am sorry that I have not paid you the attention you very much deserve, but I really must finish this. You know that.”
“I guess,” she admitted reluctantly. The penthouse had been habitable for over a week now, the furniture delivered, her closet full, most finishing touches in place, but it wasn’t safe.
“Is there not something that you need to do while I finish this?” She shrugged. “Why do you not try out your new bathtub, hmm? It appears to have come out just as you desired.”
With that masterful suggestion, the Fae won the day. “Maaaaybe,” Jewell feigned reluctance. “But what are you going to do when you are done with the wards?”
It was his turn to sigh. “I am going to see if Raye is available to help me set up the incredibly long list of security measures she would like to see installed.”
Jewell tapped her foot, arms crossed over her chest as she stood in the entrance of her new home in The Mill at Little Elfhame. Tap tap tap tap tap. Ishmerai paused in his work to level a disapproving frown at her. “I am sorry, my lady. Am I keeping you from something?”
“No.”
The knight nodded and turned back to the wall, placing his hand upon it and concentrating.
She sighed. His shoulders tensed in anticipation. “How much longer is this going to take?”
Thunk! The knight leaned forward, letting his forehead hit the wall. “Miiiiiira,” he groaned out, eyes closing for a moment. Pushing off the wall, he turned to look at her again. “I need to finish this or you absolutely cannot stay here this evening. I will send you right back to bother Lord Ar’Din instead.” That “threat” earned him the little smile he was looking for. “I am sorry that I have not paid you the attention you very much deserve, but I really must finish this. You know that.”
“I guess,” she admitted reluctantly. The penthouse had been habitable for over a week now, the furniture delivered, her closet full, most finishing touches in place, but it wasn’t safe.
“Is there not something that you need to do while I finish this?” She shrugged. “Why do you not try out your new bathtub, hmm? It appears to have come out just as you desired.”
With that masterful suggestion, the Fae won the day. “Maaaaybe,” Jewell feigned reluctance. “But what are you going to do when you are done with the wards?”
It was his turn to sigh. “I am going to see if Raye is available to help me set up the incredibly long list of security measures she would like to see installed.”
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“Mira, it is well past midnight. Can you not at least try to sleep?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Perhaps if we just turn off some of the--”
“No!”
“Okay okay. What about sitting down?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“So you are just going to keep pacing?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll go take another shower.”
He sighed. “All right.”
“Mira, it is well past midnight. Can you not at least try to sleep?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Perhaps if we just turn off some of the--”
“No!”
“Okay okay. What about sitting down?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“So you are just going to keep pacing?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll go take another shower.”
He sighed. “All right.”
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“Look,” she spun about for the knight in her pretty yellow dress. “I’m healing so much faster again. Like I used to. See.” She moved closer to him and practically shoved her forearm in his face.
The bruises from where she had been restrained were indeed fading away. So too were the iron “burns” that covered the entire back of her body.
He laughed. “Yes, yes. Your wounds are healing nicely.” She smiled, pleased by the acknowledgement. “But you know, I worry more about the wounds in here,” he reached out and tapped her forehead lightly.
The priest’s clammy fingers pressed into her face and the cloying, musty smell of his hand threatened to choke her as she tried to take deep, steadying breaths through her nose.
“Don’t!” Jewell shoved him away from her, practically tripping over her own feet as she stepped back.
“Mira…” Instinctively, he reached for her again.
She twisted away from him, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. “I’m fine! Just.. I have to get ready for lunch now.”
“Look,” she spun about for the knight in her pretty yellow dress. “I’m healing so much faster again. Like I used to. See.” She moved closer to him and practically shoved her forearm in his face.
The bruises from where she had been restrained were indeed fading away. So too were the iron “burns” that covered the entire back of her body.
He laughed. “Yes, yes. Your wounds are healing nicely.” She smiled, pleased by the acknowledgement. “But you know, I worry more about the wounds in here,” he reached out and tapped her forehead lightly.
The priest’s clammy fingers pressed into her face and the cloying, musty smell of his hand threatened to choke her as she tried to take deep, steadying breaths through her nose.
“Don’t!” Jewell shoved him away from her, practically tripping over her own feet as she stepped back.
“Mira…” Instinctively, he reached for her again.
She twisted away from him, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. “I’m fine! Just.. I have to get ready for lunch now.”
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Saturday, 5 March 2016
“Get the **** out of my room.”
Sapphire looked across the bed at Ishmerai, “You’re right. She’s a little cranky.”
“I told you.”
Jewell pulled the blankets over her head even tighter. Going to the PUBLIC: Dark Nights event had been a huge mistake. A visit to an art gallery was just what she needed to make this week go straight to hell. Having Sapphire around had been a temporary balm, but Jewell could only avoid the truth for so long: one year ago, she had found out that her children were dead. Gone. Never coming back.
“Just go away.” The command was muffled by the blankets.
“Absolutely not. You signed up for the Warlord Tournament this evening, and you are going.”
“Hmrph!”
“Sapphire even picked out your outfit already.”
“Yeah! You’re going to look super hott. Your legs are gonna look like they go on for miles.”
After that, it only took them another twenty minutes of coaxing before she came out of hiding.
“Get the **** out of my room.”
Sapphire looked across the bed at Ishmerai, “You’re right. She’s a little cranky.”
“I told you.”
Jewell pulled the blankets over her head even tighter. Going to the PUBLIC: Dark Nights event had been a huge mistake. A visit to an art gallery was just what she needed to make this week go straight to hell. Having Sapphire around had been a temporary balm, but Jewell could only avoid the truth for so long: one year ago, she had found out that her children were dead. Gone. Never coming back.
“Just go away.” The command was muffled by the blankets.
“Absolutely not. You signed up for the Warlord Tournament this evening, and you are going.”
“Hmrph!”
“Sapphire even picked out your outfit already.”
“Yeah! You’re going to look super hott. Your legs are gonna look like they go on for miles.”
After that, it only took them another twenty minutes of coaxing before she came out of hiding.
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