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| The Merchant's Daughter; Canace & Eleanor | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2009, 11:09 PM (795 Views) | |
| Bellflower | Apr 13 2009, 07:45 PM Post #11 |
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"Nnn... no, got... enough," said Canace, rolling over a bit and pulling the blanket she already had more tightly around herself. "I'm... 's fine, 'El. Tell everyone to go 'way. Tryin' to... sleep. Don't let... Marcus come in... 'kay? Don't 'ave energy t'... slap 'im..." She yawned a bit, stretched and closed her eyes, settling back into a motionless sleep. Her brother waited a moment before getting another blanket, not needing to say that she probably needed one anyway. "I don't think she's quite 'with it' yet," said Cecil, smiling a little, relief clear all over his face now. "Glad to see 'er wake up for a bit, though. Seems 'opeful, doesn't it, now?" Laveda sighed, and lowered her head. "Yes, but I hope your father comes quickly with that Doctor. I want her to be checked out properly as soon as possible... oh, Cecil, we've not seen her for so many months now, and to meet with her again when she's like this? It shouldn't be this way..." "I know, mother... but like I said earlier, better this than 'er being gone for good, like we thought." He glanced at Eleanor. "Right?" There was a brief silence, thankfully broken when Johan Altair returned followed by the Doctor he had found. "Everything alright?" asked Johan, glancing at his daughter. "She woke up for a bit a moment ago," replied Laveda, looking down. |
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| Gordreg | Apr 15 2009, 03:00 PM Post #12 |
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Eleanor couldn’t help but chuckle. The worry and tension that had knotted up within her over the past day was at last unwinding, and Canace’s comment about her brother seemed particularly amusing given that he probably wasn’t even within a hundred leagues from the isle at this moment. And yet, out of all her family and friends who were here, he’d been the only person she’d mentioned by name… “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to keep him away from you...” she laughed again, the sound warmly humorous and quite gentle. Whether Canace heard her comment or not was unknown, however, as even before Eleanor had finished speaking her line Canace had settled down to sleep once again. She stepped backward once more, her spirit heartened by the signs of life Canace had just shown, and listened as Cecil conversed with his mother. “That’s right.” she agreed, nodding back to Cecil and agreeing with an opinion she didn’t quite share. Personally, Eleanor considered it something of a blessing that Canace’s family had seen her again like this. She’d been in a far, far worse condition when she’d staggered into Horteka after months spent stranded – thin, unkempt, and a mite malodorous – and Eleanor dreaded to think just how Laveda would have reacted if she’d gotten her daughter back in that bedraggled state… Her considerations were interrupted by the opening of the door, and she looked up to see Canace’s father returning, followed by a balding man with an eye patch dressed in a tweedy jacket. He sniffed upon entering the room, his nose wrinkling and his single eye narrowing as it turned from one occupant to another before finally looking down to the figure upon the bed. “Right, right, right.” he muttered, lowering his large leather bag to the floor and placing it open at the foot of the bed. “This is ya daughter, Jo? Ain’t set my eyes on ‘er for well over a score o’ years, y’know? Deffn’tly grown a bit all over since I seen ‘er last, hurr.” He slurred a laugh, which turned into a wheeze before ending abruptly with a smack of his lips. He sniffed again, and reached down into his bag, from which he pulled a pair of long thin glassy tubes, both with what looked like a thin strand of metal inside leading into a blob at the base. “Pity I didn’t catch ‘er awake, this sorta thing ain’t reel good fer takin’ anyone by surprise with.” He grumbled. “Haveta work on guessin’ fer now, I s’pose.” He thrust the smaller of the tubes into Laveda’s hands. “Stick it in ‘er mouth next time she a-wakes” the doctor slurred, and waddled over to the head of the bed. “Gives a better reading then bare ‘ands, it does. The other’s even better, ‘o course, but I’d be roight that ya wouldn’t be comfortable in stickin’ it up where it needs to go...” And he placed his hand upon Canace’s forehead, and closing his single eye he started gently moving his fingers about. "Yeah, deffn'tly feelin' a bit cold up 'ere." he muttered, opening his eye again. "Deffn'tly gettin' that moonstone-tingle in me finger." The Doctor sniffed, wriggling a fat finger on top of which perched a fat Moonstone-ring. "'Ow were y'sayin it happened to 'er, Jo?" |
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| Bellflower | Apr 28 2009, 09:13 PM Post #13 |
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It was Cecil who replied. "A magical item happened to her," he said, not bothering to fill in with more details. "Magical item charged with purple moon magic, or so it seems. Pretty powerful thing too, according to Eleanor." He sighed, shaking his head. "It's a magical ailment she has, right? That thing did this to her, somehow, whether it be down to some curse that it contains or simply due to her holding something so heavily aligned to the moon of ice when she's a red magic user. " The man turned around and slammed a fist into the wall, shaking with... something. Anger? Fear? Sorrow? It might as well have just been a mix of all three. Johan and Laveda stared at him for a moment before turning their gazes back to the doctor. Laveda had something of a pleading look in her eyes. "Is there anything you can do, Doctor?" she asked, voice shaking. "I need to know... we'll finance whatever we must for her." "No doubt about it," said Johan himself. "Gotta take care of our girl. She might like to go off by 'erself all the time, but she's still our daughter and right now, she needs us." |
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| Gordreg | May 4 2009, 11:15 AM Post #14 |
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The doctor nodded, and stroked the stubble of his unevenly shaved chin. “Moonstone magiks, eh?” he grunted absently. “Pity, pity, that. Don’t ‘ave much dealin’s with any but the simplest of the spells meself, and this don’t look like something ya could just slap with Curia an’ leave ta rest.” The doctor mulled, his lip smacking twice as he swilled the saliva in his mouth about. “Wouldn’t know what remedy ta slip ‘er, and though I could slice ‘er open an’ peek about ‘er insides for ya, I dun’t reckon I’d find much.” He rolled his shoulders as he took a step backward from Canace’s bedside, straightening out a slight kink in his back with a low grumble. “Nah, what you need ‘ere’s a diff’rent sort ‘o spec’list, I’m reckonin’. If y’needed moon-shot pulled or wounds sewn I’d be most grand, but this ain’t nothin’ much like the sewin’ up sailors I usually get meself tasked.” The doctor grinned darkly, showing off slightly stained teeth. “’Bout the only Doc ‘round these parts who deals with this sorta thing’s old Lucano, an’ he’s bedridden with ‘takan flu right now… ‘appen’ to know that, ‘cos I’ve checked up on ‘im.” The doctor sniffed. “Ya could wait a bit if y’wanted an’ ‘e might be back in action in a month or so; but there ain’t no certainty there.” He shrugged. “Y’best bet? Take a ship ta Nasrad or Valua. Both of ‘em got plenty of doctors of the sort that could ‘elp her out, I’m reckonin’...” “Valua.” Eleanor jumped in quickly, causing the doctor to look toward her with a curious squint. “Valua would be best, I think. There are… reasons… why Nasrad wouldn’t be good for her right now.” Giving the doctor an emphatic nod, she threw a quick glance across to Mort who was standing near to the door. “Besides; I’m from Valua. I know a few doctors there quite well – even studied alongside one or two - and she could stay at my family’s house whilst someone treats her. If you think that’d be a good idea?” Eleanor asked, cautiously glancing about the room at the Altairs and hoping for their approval. |
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| Bellflower | Jun 26 2009, 09:39 PM Post #15 |
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Laveda sighed. She looked a little disappointed, and when she spoke there was concern in her voice. "Valua?" she asked. "Well, yes... if that's what is necessary, but I don't know whether we could go or not right now... we've..." "I can go," declared Cecil, whipping around suddenly, expression very firm and determined. "I'll go with her, and we'll do as Eleanor says, provided she doesn't mind an extra visitor in her house. Stay and take care of the business decisions, I'll watch over my sister." "That would be a good idea, son," said Johan. "Can't just let 'er go without someone from 'er family there at her side." "I..." Laveda shook her head and looked down at her lap. She looked conflicted. It was clear enough that she would have preferred to have been the one to go, but after a few moments of silence she looked up again and nodded firmly. "I agree, Cecil," she said. "We shall give you money, and you shall go with Eleanor and ensure our girl gets the best treatment that she can." The matriarch of the Altairs stood up, brushed herself down and held her head high. It was clear that she was still upset, but a certain inner strength was now pushing her into facing the situation with a level head. Cecil sighed, and smiled a little. "Thanks, mother," he said. "You can rely on me." |
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