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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2009, 06:58 PM (121 Views) | |
| Gordreg | Jun 28 2009, 06:58 PM Post #1 |
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For just about two minutes now the spout of the brew-pot had been steaming, the once-dried leaves inside stewing amidst turning currents of boiling-hot water. But she had left it alone long enough, and now with the biscuits arranged neatly upon a plate upon the service tray Eleanor was ready to turn her attention back to their drink. Lifting the pot of brewing liquid with a careful hand, Eleanor first reached out for a strainer and placed it before the nozzle, then tipped the pot slowly upward so that the liquid poured from out of the spout. The china cup that she poured the liquid out into was new, clean, and gleamed with a polished ivory colour that quite betrayed the origin of clay it had been made from; deep beds that rose to the surface near an Oasis under the warm Nasrean moon. The plates underneath the cups, by contrast, were worn and slightly stained in places. Stained not by aging, though, not even by the dark liquid that now sloshed about in the cups atop of them. They had been stained by soot and stone-dust; damaged lightly amidst a catastrophe that had devastated the continent and slaughtered two-thirds of all who lived under the light of the yellow moon. A drop of the dark liquid dripped over the edge of the china cup and stained the saucer further, and Eleanor frowned a little as she realised she’d filled the cup a little too highly. But what was done was done unless someone drank from it, so Eleanor lifted the three cups over onto the tray. She turned back for a moment as a squelching sound distracted her, and gave a small laugh to herself as she saw where it had come from, before gently pushing the over-inquisitive form of Dool off the kitchen-side and onto the floor. She carefully bent down and gave the creature a quick pat to show Dool she wasn’t angry, then lifted the tray into her hands and walked out of the room. The Dralnog bubbled quietly to itself for a minute longer, then slithered slowly away along her most recent scent-trail after Eleanor. Once the dining room had been grandly decorated with cabinets and a large table; roomy enough to seat all of an extended family at times of celebration. Now there were very few of that family who remained to be welcomed as guests. Aunts and Uncles had been flash-fried by the firestorms that had swept through whole districts of the city; Sisters and Nephews had been crushed by the falling masonry that had once been their home; Grandmothers and Cousins had choked to death in the fume-filled air as their broken and battered bodies had rested amongst the debris in the aftermath. Now there was only a smallish table at the room’s centre, well suited for six but which most frequently seated only a single or a pair of bodies. At present it held only one occupant, and the Elderly man reading his daily news-sheet gave a welcome nod to Eleanor as she passed him by. Eleanor stopped momentarily, and lifted the most full of the cups off the tray to place it in front of him. “Here, Dad. I’ve made a cup for you.” The elder man smiled, and dipped his head in a quick nod. “Thanks, Ellie.” Frederick lifted the cup up on his fingers, and placed it carefully to his lips before taking a quiet sip. “How’s it going up there? Is Doctor Thrilacke just about finished?” Eleanor gave a careful shrug of her shoulders, mindful not to move them hard enough to upset the tray in her hands. “I think he’s finishing up; he might even have gone already. I don’t know, really.” Eleanor admitted, taking a single step closer toward the other door. “I was just about to go up to check… refreshments open many doors, you know?” Frederick Sadlanar chuckled, and took another sip. “That they do, that they do.” Placing the half-full cup back down on the table, he turned his attention back to his paper and gave the page a careful turn. Eleanor left the dining room for the entrance hall, and once there made her way carefully up the stairs to the next floor up, where she stepped off them again and walked along the corridor. She lingered for a moment outside one of the rooms, but Eleanor couldn’t hear any talking inside – had Doctor Thrilacke left, gone quiet for some reason, or perhaps made a trip to the smallest room? Taking one hand off the tray Eleanor gave the door a quick knock, then without waiting for an answer she pushed it inward and strode into the room in front of her. “Is the doctor still about?” she asked the figure in the bed through a pleasant grin, as it was quite obvious that he and his belongings weren’t in the room any more, and Eleanor walked over to place the tray down on a table close to the bed itself. With the tray down she lifted a cup and passed it over to Canace, before taking the other one herself. “Did you have any better luck with him this time, Canny?” |
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| Bellflower | Jul 29 2009, 10:22 AM Post #2 |
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"He's gone," replied Canace, scowling slightly. The young woman was not the sort who handled being fussed over by healers well. Her stubborn and impatient nature made her something of a nightmare for anyone who found themselves treating her, and Doctor Thrilacke was no exception to this. Thankfully he was used to working on warriors with an attitude like her and was quite firm when it came to his work. It made her glad when he left, however. "Dunno why 'e keeps botherin' to come back," she continued, running a hand through her hair. "Said what he gotta say, right? Laid out the course o' treatments an' everythin'. No need for 'im to keep comin' back and pokin' me about." Taking a sip of the tea, she sighed with appreciation and gave Eleanor a thankful smile. "I'll be up on my feet in no time, that's for sure." Her brother, Cecil, probably would not have agreed with this, but she really didn't care. She did appreciate his worry over her but his constant fussing was starting to drive her mad. After all, she was a grown up girl who was quite capable of taking care of herself. Most of the time, anyway. It wasn't like she could have predicted what the WInter Orb was going to do to her, was it? That item sure held a lot of power. What someone could do with full control over all eight items was an almost frightening thought. Aron probably had quite a few already, so right now there was no guarantee she and El would be able to find anymore. At least the one was probably enough to draw his attention to them. |
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| Gordreg | Aug 1 2009, 03:02 PM Post #3 |
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Eleanor took a careful sip of the warm liquid from her cup, smiling contentedly as the rich flavour passed across the tastebuds of her tongue. Perhaps this wasn’t an official part of the Doctor’s treatment, but it certainly made Eleanor feel warm inside and more aware; the perfect antidote to any bout of grogginess. Placing the cup carefully down upon the saucer, Eleanor gave Canace a gentle smile. “I’d hate it too, but you know he’s just doing the best he can for you, Canny.” Eleanor sighed, and gave a light rise of her shoulders. “Doctor Thrilacke probably thought you’re good to go, but he can’t simply up and leave you – it’s a rare condition you had, and rare medicine.” She smiled, faintly, and leaned forward to give Canace a gentle squeeze of her hand. “He has to keep making sure his medicines don’t end up causing a problem themselves, right?” Not that Eleanor thought they would. The Juan Thrilacke she’d known had always been very thorough; very intolerant of his own failures as well of those of other people. No doubt every medicine he’d used would have already been tested to exhaustion and then tested again; but it was simply in the nature of the man to keep seeing everything as a study, everything as another set of results to take and to compare with those already taken. Professionally it was an attitude to admire, she supposed; but it was also an attitude that had turned one particular afternoon five years ago into an unmitigated disaster… “Think you’d be up to try walking again?” she asked Canace quietly after a while, not wanting to pressure her friend if she didn’t feel up to it. “I know things didn’t go too well last time, but I’ll be there with you if you feel a bit…” she hesitated “…wobbly.” |
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| Bellflower | Sep 9 2009, 10:18 PM Post #4 |
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Eleanor barely finished her sentence before Canace threw the cover off and swung round (albeit slowly). Being stuck in bed was not something she handled well; being a soul who was by nature very stubborn and independent, any experience where she was restricted tended to be a test of her temper. Carefully she place her feet on the floor. After a brief pause, apparently satisfied she could stand up, the young woman rose. Her hair fell down her back, falling out of the mess it had been in and hanging poker straight. "Mmm... standin' is fine!" she said, sounding satisfied. "Now... let's try a few steps!" One foot went forward, followed by the other, and she managed a few paces before the door swung open and Cecil marched in. The moment he realised what she was doing he charged forward, grabbed her and deposited her back in the bed. For this, he received a punch that was not as hard as it might have been had Canace been well, but it certainly still hurt. The elder brother made a small hiss of pain as his sister glared at him. "I've told ya often enough to stop fussin'!" she yelled, voice carrying both frustration and anger in its tones. "If I wanna try walkin', I'm gonna try walkin'. Stop acting like an idiot, Cecil!" "...you're not ready," he replied, voice firm (though a little hesitant; he knew his sister well and was perfectly aware that she'd hit out again if he angered her enough). "I'll be the judge of that!" Canace snapped. "I'm a lot stronger than you and you know it. You aint qualified to tell me what I am capable of!" Crossing her arms, she looked away from him and at the swords currently resting against the wall of the room. More than anything, she wished she was ready to pick one up and start training again. Her arms practically ached for it and her hands felt bare after having been denied cool metal for so long. It was what made her feel safe and capable as a warrior and as a woman. "...and yet, sis, I know much more about this field than you," Cecil said, after a brief pause. "You could give me more credit, you know..." |
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| Gordreg | Sep 13 2009, 05:56 PM Post #5 |
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Eleanor flashed Canace an encouraging smile at the sight of her standing upright, and lowered the arm she’d extended in case her friend had felt a little unsteady – though she didn’t drop it entirely back to her side. “Attagirl!” she exclaimed proudly, taking a careful backward step to give Canace the room to walk in she thought her friend would need for those first few, likely unsteady, steps back on her road to full mobility. “Now…” she began, but the opening of the door interrupted Eleanor, and before she realised what was going on Cecil had stepped through from the corridor to scoop up his sister and drop her back atop of the bed. Eleanor gaped at his audacity, momentarily at a loss for words – though she recovered enough to grin quietly as Cecil received the punch in response that he richly deserved. She listened for a moment as the two argued, and stared intensely at the side of Cecil’s head with her lips pursed for a moment, then placed her hand to her mouth and gently cleared her throat. “IF you’ll forgive me…” She stepped forward again, interrupting Cecil with a fierce tone of voice “…but I would happen to think Doctor Thrilacke knows more about this ‘field’ then the three of us together, and I certainly don’t remember Juan forbidding your sister from trying to walk?” she queried, raising and tilting her head a little as she stared at Cecil. But as quickly as her stare had met his face it fell away again, and she gave Canace a firm nod of encouragement, silently urging her to speak up in agreement. |
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| Bellflower | Sep 13 2009, 07:06 PM Post #6 |
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Cecil hesitating before replying to Eleanor; he was not entirely comfortable with the idea of getting into conflict with someone he did not know well. Though he'd talked to her about the matter of his sister's health and the journeys they'd taken together he'd not had much of an opportunity to chat of other things (or rather, had been too preoccupied with Canace to think about doing as such). In all honesty he knew more about her brother, a man who he'd come to loathe more and more as time went by. Somehow he'd managed to convince himself that had Marcus not 'abandoned' her during the mix-up at the ball then she'd have had more protection and thus never got into this mess. Other factors were not mulled over much by him. Not even his sister's tendancy to overreact in matters concerned with the people she was close to (though perhaps he didn't want to imagine that Canace had ever been close to the man). Biting his lip a little, he crossed his arms and adopted a calm expression. "I am also quite sure he never said it was a good idea for her to start walking yet," he replied, not allowing himself to get angry. "He didn't forbid it, and if it was a bad idea he would 'ave told me so and you KNOW it!" snapped Canace, face going redder with anger. She glanced at her friend and nodded back. Her brother's audacity had caused her temper to boil and it was taking everything she had to stop herself from punching out at him again. "Now would ya kindly get lost?" He shook his head, stepping back and out of her immediate range. In some ways Cecil could be equally as stubborn as his sister. Though not as fiery as her he was very determined when he wanted to be. Even in the face of two very angry women this was one issue he was not going to back down on. "No." |
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| Gordreg | Sep 14 2009, 02:30 PM Post #7 |
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Eleanor gave Cecil an apprehensive stare as he replied; whilst it was also technically true, Eleanor couldn’t imagine that Juan Thrilacke would have kept Canace completely bed-bound until a complete recovery. Yes, he wouldn’t have wanted her to take things too quickly – likely as not he would have limited her to the house at first, perhaps even to this floor. But a gentle meander about the confines of a comfortable house was a prospect far distant from a hike across Ixa’taka, or whatever it was that Cecil seemed to imagine his sister would be doing once out of bed. And indeed, a gentle walk around the house seemed a far healthier plan to Eleanor then the idea of cooking off Canace’s temper. She could see her friend’s face was starting to redden with anger already, and Eleanor wasn’t sure how much longer Canny would be able to keep herself contained in the face of Cecil’s overbearing attitude. Even if Canace wouldn’t be allowed out, Eleanor decided, at the very least she needed a bit of space from her brother. She coughed politely. “I’m afraid that Caance has asked you to kindly leave her room.” Eleanor stated as calmly as she could. “And one thing Juan did say was that she needed rest and quiet when she wanted; neither of which she’s going to get if you’re standing over her like a Den-Bleigock guarding a meal.” And she folded her arms, staring Cecil down. |
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| Bellflower | Sep 15 2009, 02:13 PM Post #8 |
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Cecil snorted. He was feeling rather annoyed now, frustration filling his chest and causing it to feel rather tight. When he spoke next his voice was icy cold and reminiscant of Aron's voice, something he no doubt would have felt horrified by if he knew. "Perhaps," he said, returning Eleanor's gaze. "But I think that would also go for you, wouldn't it? If I am to leave, then you should to. If peace and quiet is what she needs." It was not the most sensible thing for him to say. Containing an undeserved and only slightly veiled insult of her friend was enough to make Canace exert more energy than was definitely sensible; she flew out of her bed, knocked Cecil on the floor and proceeded to punch him even harder than earlier in the nose. It was lucky that the nose was not broken; it did, however, begin to bleed. The elder brother gasped and brought a hand up try and stop the bleeding. The sister stood up, wobbling slightly, and rested her hands on her waist, glaring down at him. "Don't ya dare say anythin' like that around me again, Cecil," she snapped. "I aint havin' it, ya hear me?" "So you think it's appropriate to hit me for a verbal insult?" Cecil replied, sitting up. "You need to learn how to control your temper, little sister. "If ya watched your mouth I wouldn't need to!" "Calm yourself!" "Get lost!" They stared each other out, both defiant and having apparently regressed back into young teenagers. A brief silence followed before Cecil stood up, cast an annoyed glance at Eleanor and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Canace snorted, tossed her hair... and practically fell back onto the bed. |
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| Gordreg | Sep 16 2009, 11:16 AM Post #9 |
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Cecil’s frustration was rather evident, and for the briefest of moments Eleanor wondered if his temper was going to break altogether. But when he next spoke, his voice sounded very cold and controlled – evidently, he wasn’t going to let himself loose control. And Eleanor listened, reluctantly giving Cecil a slow nod. If she left the room, after all, Canace would be able to practice whatever she wanted inside, and with her keeping an eye on Cecil there would be no way he could barge in again. She didn’t want to leave her friend, of course; but there would still drinks she could bring to Canace to get around Cecil, and… The next moment rendered all of these thoughts (as well as all Eleanor’s efforts to keep the peace) completely redundant. As a mere spectator she watched Canace leap from her bed, dump her brother onto the floor and deliver a hard punch that left his nose bloodied and bleeding. “Canny!” Eleanor gasped, though she didn’t quite know what to add to that outburst, and instead simply grimaced as Canace rose back to her feet and glared down at her beaten but unbowed brother. The two then proceeded to bicker as Cecil stood himself back up again, until at last Cecil relented and stormed from the room – though not before throwing her a dirty look. Eleanor scowled right back at him, annoyed with Cecil’s behaviour, as well as being quite cross at herself for failing to stop the siblings from fighting. The door slammed at Cecil’s exit, and Eleanor glanced around to her friend – to find Canace had fallen right back onto the bed. Had the fight exhausted her completely, Eleanor wondered? Truth be told, she was also a little cross with Canace for lashing out so quickly, but with her friend’s condition and apparent state of mind, Eleanor doubted that harsh words on her part would help right now. Instead, she walked back over to Canace’s bedside, stooped, and took Canace’s hand with one of her own whilst the other took up a handkerchief and dabbed away the spots of Cecil’s blood that had been left behind on her skin. “Owch.” She gave Canace a sheepish grin. “Still think you’ll be up for trying walking… or did walloping your brother take it all out of you again?” she added, the sheepish grin turning into a pleasant smile. Edited by Gordreg, Sep 22 2009, 12:15 PM.
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| Bellflower | Oct 26 2009, 06:06 PM Post #10 |
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Canace snorted, closing her eyes. "...tomorrow, I am going outside," she said. "Forget small steps, I'm gonna get out into some fresh air. Fed-up now." A small sigh passed from her lips. Perhaps it hadn't been the best idea to hit her brother, but he'd always been the one that managed to push her temper to its limits. Something inside her could never hold back when he did something that annoyed her, and somehow, he did that a lot. They loved one another, but they often did not like one another. Apparently that had not changed with age. ...he has always looked out for her though. From a distance, perhaps, but he'd never been a bad brother. "Cecil and I just... we spent our childhoods fightin'," she muttered, as if explaining to her friend. "Never got along well. Total personality clash or somethin', don't really know. 'e just always makes me angry." The young woman ran a hand through her hair. "Uh, anyway. Ya. Maybe I'll feel less angry after I get outside." |
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