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| Post #1 May 18 2010, 07:08 AM | Haine |
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Zamia blinked as she stumbled and nearly went head first into a pool of filthy marsh water. She was a mess. Her palms and the soles of her feet had blisters, many of which were popping. Her clothes were even worse off then they'd been and were soaked with rain and blood. She was clean from the rain but that was only off set by the filthy water she was walking through. Her right arm had two deep jagged cuts, one over her bicep and one over the back of her hand, the places she'd been branded. If she'd had more capacity for thought at t he moment she wouldv've hated she was runnning to a town to seek aid from the citizens of the world who'd banished her, the only thing she could think now was" Can't die". She'd made the wounds herself, a futile attempt to hide her brands and prevent from being sent back to nowhere. After all it was doubtfull anyone would assume someone so youg have two brands. She stumbled again and fell into a pool of murky water, disappearing for a few seconds before pushing herself out of the water, coughing and spitting up water. The stuff was horrible. She felt worse then when she'd started walking. She was overly hot but she couldn't stop shivering, her fingers were starting to go cold and she was having troouble moving them. Was she going to end up dyeing in this swamp? Had she made it over the wall only to die in a tiny patch of rank water? She didn't want to and she wasn't going to let it happen. Not yet anyway. She scrambled forward drunkely, her vision tunelling in and out. More then once everything went black and she found herself slumped against the base of a random tree. She tore two strips of what was left her her shirt and tied them tightly around the wounds on her arm, the pain bringing her back to reality for a moment before everything went fuzzy and she started marchin on again. In the distance she saw lights and was confused for a moment before realizing that it must be a town . It wasn't far, maybe a few hundred feet ,o r yards at the greatest, but it seemed like travelling from hell to heaven for her. She didn't even acknowledge the part of her mind that warned her against going to the town. There would be people there, if people where there and caught her she'd be sent back . The sick and injured part of her didn't care. If she got help it was worth it, if they found out what she was she could always take her life before being sent back. If they didn't help her she was good as dead anway. She walked for the next half hour, she steadily grew more tired, panting with effort as she crossed the towns borderline and stepped onto the small dirt road that split the line of house. Her legs gave out and she didn't try to rise as she fell into the mud. Her pain was fading nad her vision was going black. she welcomed the quiet darkness. |
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| Post #2 May 18 2010, 01:00 PM | Fay |
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"Jurri, Jurri! My coat, come bring me my coat," a young male's voice called out. Frantically a young girl wearing patched clothing and bunned hair darted towards the source of the voice, placing an expensive blue coat with gold lining on the young boy. "About time, I am going to be late because of you and father will be very displeased because of it," the young man said. "My apologies Faylen sir, I hurried as fast as I can," the equally young girl stated, bowing before the young man known as Faylen. He stood at just under six feet by a few inches, had short brown hair and rich green eyes. "It will just have to do Jurri, you've done well," Faylen said with a smile as he adjusted the cuffs to his coat. "Here, call for my coach and head on home. You may have the rest of your day to yourself," he said, placing a coin in her hand. "Sir, the coach requires far less than this," she said with a confused look on her face. "Yes yes, I know. I'm too kind, blah blah blah. Just hurry," Faylen said as he looked up towards a spot on the wooden roof of his father's estate. "Yes Fay sir, yes! You're too kind! I'll be on my way!" she called as she dashed outside in the rain to fetch his coach to the front of his manor. "Poor girl, her mother has the plague and has to do all of the work. Such is the life of the peasants I suppose," Fay said as he stepped outside, placing a white cloth to his nose and mouth as to protect himself even more from the plague running rampant in the inner parts of the city. His father was one of the few nobles that built their home just outside of the city as to avoid the political nonsense of Aleia. "Faylen sir, where are you heading to today?" a man with his horse and coach said as he pulled up towards the manor. "I wish to head to my personal cabin, I bore of my father's estate," Fay said as he stepped towards the coach, stepping inside. "And do hurry, I cannot stand the rain, it makes my hair look just awful," Fay said after taking his seat, leaving the door open. The man who owned the coach and horse shut the door behind Fay before hopping into place. "Right sir, Yah!" he shouted as he swatted at the horses behind with the small whip-handle hybrid. The coach road on into a road made through the marsh that lead towards Falir. Fay had convinced his father the build him a small cabin out in the wild so that he could live life like his father does. Of course, Faylen's father laughed saying he would have to work rather hard to get where he is at, but he'll give him a head start. The coach road on for about twenty minutes before Fay noticed something in the marsh ground all alone on the ground near a tree. It was odd as it's coloring didn't match with the surroundings. Frantically Fay began to shout, "Stop! Stop the coach!" "What is it sir?" the coach owner said. "I see something and I want to see what it is," Fay said, opening his coach door, stepping foot in the mud. His eyes looked down in disgust before rolling his eyes and moving on. "Faylen sir! Please get back in the coach, it's not safe out here!" the man stated as Faylen made his way closer and closer towards the strange figure he saw from the window of his coach. Before him was a tiny girl who has bled out quit a bit and was wearing what seemed like shards of clothing. "Interesting... I wonder how she got here," Fay said as he grabbed at his cane poking at her stomach with it gently to see if she was still alive. Unexpectedly, the body reacted to the poke catching Fay off guard. "She's alive..." Fay said to himself as the coach owner finally caught up to Fay. "Sir..." he said, catching his breath. "We can't be out here... oh my lord," he said as his eyes met with the body that Fay was staring at. "Sir, we need to leave, this would be a bad omen if I've ever seen one," he stated. Fay stood in silence as he pondered what he should do. "Sir, we have to leave now!" the coach rider said. "Nonsense," Fay said, turning his back to the girl. "Retrive the girl and put her in the coach. We're taking her with us," Fay said as he made his way towards the coach. "Wha... No. I will do no such thing!" the man said. Fay stopped dead in his tracks before turning around to face the man. "Really?" Fay said with a wicked smile on his face. "Because I noticed your family's business isn't doing so well because of the plague. It would be a shame if we were to say, close down your business and see how bad they would really suffer. Maybe they would end up like this girl here..." Fay said with a grin as he turned back around, walking towards the coach. "You... you wouldn't," the man said with a dropped jaw. "There's a lot I wouldn't do sir, but that is not among them," Fay said as he stepped back into the coach. The man stood there for a brief moment before sighing to himself and picking up the girl. He carried her over the shoulder towards the coach, setting her inside, sitting in the seat in front of Fay. "Now, that wasn't too hard, was it?" Fay said as he tapped his cane on the ground of the coach as to say hurry up. "Yes, well. We should get going now," the man said, feeling very awkward about the entire ordeal. It didn't take long for the coach to get going. Faylen's personal cabin wasn't too far away and it would be even faster on horseback. Fay couldn't help but analyze the girl sitting in front of him, she was so torn up and he wanted to know why. He didn't ponder too much on it though as they were at his establishment not before long. Fay's cabin was rather well hidden behind many dense trees at the end of the marsh. Few knew about it and few were willing to travel out of the cities. "Good, we're here, Jarvis! Jarvis! Come, we have a guest and she needs clothes and a bed. Maybe even a bath," Fay said, stepping out of the coach. A tall man wearing leather stepped outside of the cabin. He had a long steel rapier strapped to his side. "Fay, how nice to see you again," he said as he made his way towards the coach where the girl sat. "Yes, as to you. I am going to find a change of clothing, do have this girl well dressed and cleaned before I make my entrance," Fay said as he made his way inside. "Of course sir," Jarvis said with a grin. He didn't take long to bring the girl inside and cloth her in a robe made of a soft cloth. It was the only thing he could do with an unconscious body. It only took a few moments, but the girl was set in a soft bed in a warm room as the tall man cleaned her wounds, patching them properly. He tried to be gentle, but the shock of the wounds being cleaned could wake her. |
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| Post #3 May 18 2010, 02:41 PM | Haine |
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As Faylen poked her Zamia twitched, rolling onto her back rather then her side, her eyes still closed and her still unconscious. Had she been healthy she would've ended up doing something to the noble that'd definitely end with her on her way back to nowhere, not that she'd end up there. She'd escape or die. Never again would she return to that place. Throughout the coach ride she didn't wake or speak once, the only sound coming from her being labored breathing followed by small whimpers. Zamia had no idea what was going on. She dreamed but the fragments of memory and fantasy went by to fast for her to remember, some causing her to nearly scream in her sleep and other causing her to relax for brief instances before she lapsed back into the horrors of her nightmares.She continued to thrash un-restfully until put in the bed where she seemed to calm , her breathing calming and being punctuated only by the occasional whimper. As Jarvis cleaned and dressed her wounds Zamia did not awake, though she did whimper whenever the man hit a particularly sensitive spot. She lay still for several minutes when he was done , breathing deeply and sleeping peacefully before her breathing grew ragged once again. She felt too hot. She pushed her blankets away and curled into a ball, wrapping her hands around her knees and pulling them into her chest. She felt slightly better but began to shiver in the robe she'd been given. She slept several more minutes before finally waking and looking around the room with half opened eyes. Her vision was blurry and she didn't note her surroundings nor the man in the room with her. Her thoughts were clouded by her fever. She continued to shiver. Half consciously she tried to explain the heat and cold to herself, wondering whether it was Xia or Helio. They were both terrible in the desert.... She blinked and looked around the room, everything was still blurry. She heard voices but she couldn't make out what they were saying "Jast?" She mumbled, looking around in confusion,blinking and trying to adjust her eyes. She became dimly aware this wasn't the hovel her gang lived in and she was on something soft. After a few seconds she collapsed again, falling back against the bed with her eyes once more half open. She mumbled quietly to herself but none of it was coherent as she curled back into herself and began to shiver once more. |
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| Post #4 May 18 2010, 03:08 PM | Fay |
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"Jarvis," Fay's voice called as he stepped into the room. Fay had changed clothing. He was now wearing white pants lined with black and a white top also lined with black. They looked like something one would either practice martial arts in or go to sleep in. Either way, they were expensive and looked very comfortable. "She's obviously dehydrated and probably starved. Go fetch us some water, tea and fruit. She needs some kind of nutrition. Bring yourself some too, we have much to talk about," Fay said as he approached the chair Jarvis sat in. "Yes Master Fay," Jarvis said, standing up and positioning the chair so that Fay could sit comfortably. "I shall be hasteful," he stated, walking as fast as his long legs could carry him out of the room towards the kitchen. Fay looked at the girl with an absence of emotion on his face. Each part of her body told a tale of her life. Scrapes, cuts and soon to be scars covered her body. It was more than obvious that she lived a terrible life. She either got into a fight or fell off of something. She also traveled through the marsh, which would explain the mud all over her body. It's a good thing Jarvis cleaned the wounds less they would get infected. Still, many diseases are carried throughout the marsh, she still holds a high risk of illness, Fay stated as he squinted at the girl. Fay reached his hand out towards the girl's forehead to place his palm to it. She's so warm, could she be ill? Fay thought to himself as he pulled his hand away in a jerking motion in fear of being ill himself. "Sire, I have returned with the water and fruit. The tea is brewing and shall be done shortly," Jarvis stated as he entered the room with a tray of mixed fruit, nuts and water. "Good, she'll need it. I think she is ill," Fay said as Jarvis set the tray on the table next to the bed in which she lay in. "Our discussion will have to wait, she may need medical attention," Fay said. "As you wish sir, but may I suggest calling for a medic?" Jarvis said, questioning Fay. "Nonsense, I am not so helpless as to not fight off a simple illness. Nutrition and rest is what she needs right now," Fay said as he waved his hand at Jarvis, telling him to try and feed the girl. Jarvis nodded as he grabbed a small wooden bowl filled with fruit and nuts. He grabbed a wooden block and began to mush the food up into a paste after dropping some plant in there. "Is that Bee Nector and Red Eye you've put in there?" Fay asked curiously. "Yes, I'm impressed you noticed," Jarvis noted. "I've been studying. That should replenish some of her spirits and stamina, right?" Fay asked. Jarvis and Fay shared a mentor student relationship despite Jarvis being one of his family's servants. "Yes, it should make her recover much faster," Jarvis said as he finished mashing the fruits, nuts and plants together in a paste that would be easy to swallow. "Here, miss, please eat," Jarvis said as he scooped a spoon full of the mix. He brought the spoon towards her mouth as he leaned her head forward towards the spoon, placing it on her lips. He hoped the sweet smell of the food would instinctively make her open her mouth and swallow. Fay watched patiently as Jarvis tried to feed the girl and return her strength to her. |
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| Post #5 May 18 2010, 07:43 PM | Haine |
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Zamia awoke to a sweet taste on her tongue that was so good it was almost sickening. She hadn't had fruit since being sent to Nowhere and the paste she'd swallowed while asleep tasted like heaven to her as she slowly began to stir. She opened her eyes and realized at once she didn't know where she was. She tried to sit up but she was too tired still. She was unbearably hot even though the only clothing she had besides her tattered outfit was a light cloth robe that was more comfortable then anything she'd ever worn. She blinked and tried to clear her thoughts so she could understand what was going on. She wasn't in nowhere.......And Jast.......Jast was dead. As the realization hit her she collapsed back on the bed, her eyes closed for a moment before she opened her eyes and stared blankly ahead. She was used to friends dieing, she'd grown up in nowhere, you had to be tough to live there and a lot of people weren't up to it. Most of her original friends had died years ago......But Jast.......he'd always been there. It was him that'd kept her alive this long....now what was she going to do? For the first time she noticed the other people in the room and once more attempted to move but only got pain. She was pathetic. If Jast hadn't saved her she wouldn't have even made it over the wall, she'd have been the first one to fall.... weakly she looked up at the two men at her bed side. Had she been a bit more healthy she'd have noticed immediatly their clothing and saw them as well off, probably minor nobles and done something to get out of the house or steal their belongings when they left her alone. She wasn't strong enough to pull it off now. Now the only thing she was worried about was what they intended to do with her and whether or not they had realized she was branded. She had really put effort into making the brands and her right arm pulsed with pain everytime she tried to move it. She licked her lips which'd gone dry since she'd been brought in before speaking. "Where am I?" She asked, her eyes gaining some of their former alertness despite her inability to do so much as lift and arm in her current situation. Climbing the wall had been more impossible then they'd realized. She'd climbed little more then half of it and pain and soreness wracked her limbs, not to mention the blisters on her feet and her weakness. She could only imagine what Jast had felt, climbing the full of the cliff with her on his back.... The thought sent a new wave of despair through her that showed through lightly in her expressions. She was tired,scared, hungry thirsty, hot, and exhausted despite the energy the stuff she'd eaten had given her. She wanted to pass back out again but for some reason she couldn't do it at will. If she couldn't go to sleep she might as well find out what she could. Where she was, who these people were, exactly what'd happened when she blacked out. She had so many questions that needed answers....the most important one was whether they had recognized her...... |
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| Post #6 May 18 2010, 10:56 PM | Fay |
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"You are in the home of Master Fay," Jarvis stated, stretching an arm out towards Fay. "He, on his way here, saw your body laying unconscious in the marsh and brought you here himself for reasons he has yet to explain to me," Jarvis said shifting his eyes to Fay suspiciously. "Now now, there's no need to jump on me. I'm sure she appreciates not being left for dead on the side of the road. I did only what I felt was the right thing to do," Fay said. "Ma'am, would you like some water? I'm positive there has barely been anything one could drink without catching a disease out in that marsh," Fay stated, holding a glass of water made from a green glass out to the girl. Jarvis eyed at Fay some more, curious as to why Fay is showing such kindness towards the girl. Fay has always been a strange child, looking out for himself first and others second. He must believe there is something to gain by saving this girl or else he wouldn't do that. Either that or Fay is playing into his curiosity of those lesser than himself. Most nobles hate the poor and think of them as nothing but a work force. Fay on the other hand has always been curious about them, wanting to know who they are and why they are that way. It's as if he was studying an indigenous people in hopes to change their way of living. "Tell me, miss, what is your name and where is it you call home? Are you one of the wilder-people that seek refuge in the wilds?" Fay asked, curious about the girl's background. He knows nothing about this person he saved and wishes to remedy that. "Oh, mind my manners, before any of that... how are you feeling?" he asked sincerely. His concern seemed legit, it just seemed odd or misplaced for some reason. |
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| Post #7 May 19 2010, 11:39 AM | Haine |
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Zami listened as Fay and Jarvis spoek , a bit of haze still clouding her mind and making the entire conversation seem distant somehow unrelate to her at the moment. She was surprised that what the boy said was true, she was glad to be alive, though she didn't know why. What did she have to live for anymore? Her friends were dead and there was a good chance she'd be joining them fairly soon, either from ilness or to escape a return trip to the hell they'd all escaped. As soon as the boy offered her the water she realized she was parched and carefully took the glass, sucking down the water as fast as she could and nearly choking. She was still thirsty but didn't want to draw the attention to herself now. She was out of it. No knowing what she might just say.... As she finished the water she set the glass on its side next to her and lay on her back, her eyes closed. For a few moments she appeared to have fallen back asleep, but then her eyes opened and she looked around once more. God she was weak. Had the climb really taken so much out of her that she couldn't even sit up? Well maybe that was lucky. Afterall everyone else had their lives taken instead. The boy assaulted her with more questions and she looked at him as she considered them, deciding to answer his last question first. "Can't describe it. Nothing you ever want to experience." She said weakly, shrinking back inside the robe and enjoying the comfort. "My name is Zami..........and I have no home." She told him, looking away from his eyes as he did. She knew nothing about this boy, but from the furniture and clothing it was obvious he was well off and quite used to it. She did not want pity from such a person. Alert as she was she only just began to notice how filthy she was and that the rain and her knife had made what little clothing she'd had even more pathetic. She must look like a beggar. She'd been a beggar once......but no more. She struggled to sit up once again but as she did her vision swam and she swayed before falling back on the bed with a blank expression on her face. After a few moments she blinked and groaned. What was wrong with her? Was she still going to die? She was so weak...... She tried to panic at the thought but didn't have the energy. She looked up at Fay again closing her eyes. "Can't move...." she mumbled. She'd last eaten or drank two days ago, right before they climbed the wall, since then the only rest she'd gotten where the periods of time she blacked out running through the marsh. She was weak, malnourished and dehydrated but all dhe knew was she hurt in ways she'd never experienced and was even more hungry and thirsty then she normally was in the desert. How they'd laugh at her if they saw her now......but they weren't laughing. They didn't see her. They were Dead. She blinked some more as her eyes began to water..... |
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| Post #8 May 20 2010, 10:15 PM | Fay |
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"I see, that's a shame" Fay said to the girls' claim of homelessness. "Indeed," Jarvis stated as the two sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before a loud whistle echoed down the hall into the room. Fay grinned as he looked over to Jarvis, as if he had something to say. Jarvis simply nodded, standing up from his seat. "Excuse me miss Zami, it seems the Tea is ready and requires my attention," Jarvis said, standing up from his seat and making his way towards the kitchen. Fay sat, looking at the girl wrapped up in one of his robes as if it were the first time she had worn something of such delicacy. I don't understand, how is it people can live such terrible lives. Why can't they just stop and make things better for themselves, Fay thought to himself as he sighed, feeling a little less than awkward sitting here by the bed side of someone he thought of as less fortunate than himself. Still, he wanted to help for some reason. Something in him told him he should help other people when they need it, despite his nobility telling him otherwise. "So, Zami...." Fay asked, looking at her. "What is it like... to, not have a home?" Fay asked, not ever experiencing the loss of everything. He had several homes and more things than he knew what to do with. He had wardrobes whilst this girl most likely only had the clothes on her back. |
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| Post #9 May 21 2010, 09:54 AM | Haine |
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As Zamia layed in bed her mind began to cleara bit and she noticed the quality of the things around her. They were nice....very nice. The man who's name she didn't know left. She looked at Fay as he began to speak and when he finshed she saw red. She was angry. He wasn't interested in helping her at all. He just wanted to know how his peons went through life anyway other then his. She seethed silently for a split second, her anger and indignity mixing with her pain and sadness she was lready feeling. In a quick motion she sat up, glaring at Fay coldly. "Why don't you try it. See how it feels." she told him as she threw away the robe Jarvis had put on her before standing and stepping towards the door. Gone was her apparent fatigue and sickness. She made it three steps before simply collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut, landing hard on her front and letting out a gasp as the wind was knocked out of her and she blacked out for a moment. He arm throbbed and the bandages began to tint red as the wounds reopened a bit. Her vision swam again and she blinked in confusion , trying to clear the haze from her eyes. She felt sick. Still she clutched at her anger. She pushed herself to her knees again,then stood before falling forward and grapsing the frame of the door to keep herself up. She tried another step but only managed to fall as she opened the door. Slowly her anger ebbed replaced by cold and empty eexhaustion. She made no attempt to rise from the floor. Her vision blacked in and out but it didn't stop her from thinking. It wasn't fair. Sent to hell for something she didn't do by a pompous ass. Making friends only to lose them to escape that hell and leave her with nothing. Now this, to be tormented by a noble who's only interest in her was how horrible her life was. If the gods did exist then they were surely enjoying toying with her.After a few moments she lost consciousness again. She woke what must have been a few seconds later and realized her face was wet. She began to feel light headed again and she clung to thew feeling, reveling in the emptiness as she passed out on the floor. |
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| Post #10 May 23 2010, 05:19 PM | Fay |
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Fay was taken back by her comments towards him. Was he wrong to wish to know what another's life was like? He knew he would never live that kind of life, at least not willingly, he simply was curious was all. However, Fay did learn one thing, that people like Zamia are not grateful for what is given to them. This angered Fay greatly. His cheeks lit up to a bright red as he quickly stood up from his seat, making his way towards the girl who could barely stand on her own. "Fool, I asked you a simple question!" Fay nearly shouted. "I saved you, fed you and treated your wounds... and you treat my hospitality like this?" Fay questioned at the girl who probably couldn't even hear him right now. His eyes darted down to the glass dagger that she had strapped to her body. Fay's pupils began to dilate as a delivious thought crossed his mind. "No..." Fay sighed, putting his rage behind him. "I am a noble, we do not steep to the levels of common place by giving into our rage. We keep our cool and approach the situation with wit," Fay stated as he reached down towards the girl, attempting to pick her up. If successful, Fay would bring her back to the be and lay her back in place. "Peasent, noble or commoner you deserve better than this. Class, mannerisms and status are only to create order, not create prejudice," he finished as he put a blanket over her body. Soon after Jarvis entered the room just after Fay placed the blanket over Zamia. "Sire, I brought the tea and a damp cloth for the young lady to bathe in the room next over if she ever gained the strength," Jarvis said. "Good, I could use some tea right about now," Fay said as he let out another sigh. His pale flawless hands reached at the tray Jarvis brought, gripping at the damp cloth. Jarvis couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at the boy's gesture. Fay brought the damp cloth to the girl's face, wiping away the mud, dirt and grim there so that he could get a better look at the girl's face. "Sire, the tea..." Jarvis said, thinking Fay may have been confused. "Yes, the tea can wait, no one needs to have mud in their face. It simply isn't right," he said as he set the now dirty cloth on the table next to the bed. "Yes, I see..." Jarvis replied as Fay then reached for his cup of Tea, sipping and waiting for the girl to recover from her previous endeavorer. "Master Fay, don't you think it is time to retire for the night?" Jarvis suggested. Fay let out a deep sigh knowing there was not much else they could do here until she recovers more. "Yes, I would say so," Fay muttered as he got up and made his way towards his bedroom, leaving Jarvis in the room with the girl. "See you in the morrow Jarvis," Fay said, leaving the door open behind him. "Goodnight Sire," Jarvis said with a smile, glancing over to the girl with a disdained look in his eye. "I have my eyes on you young child, master seems to want to help you, which is fine. But he doesn't know the dangers of the wild like I do," Jarvis said, standing up from his seat and making his way to his bedroom. Edited by Fay, May 27 2010, 03:38 PM.
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