7 Fourth Age: After Six Years

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7 Fourth Age: After Six Years; [Brewyn]
Topic Started: 11 Nov 2008, 03:27 AM (320 Views)
Deleted User	17 Nov 2008, 02:45 PM Post #31
Deleted User	“So it shall be then, and I would not let your love be taken from you. I would always have you joyful, and we shall come here to the White City whenever necessary. I will doubt I will have as great a need to sell my fish in this particular city once you are always with me in Belfalas, but there is no qualm that arrangements can be made that will bring us here.” “Is that true?” Cirion questioned, a teasing glance in his eyes, “You do not think when I am near? I hardly knew I had such an effect on you, but it is good to know,” he smiled. “You delight me with such exciting information. My only fear is that when I am not in your presence, you will begin to think again, and be reminded that you do not love me. Though that is the only good thing about being apart six years, that I know you may have changed so much in experience, but not in heart nor spirit.” He did not continue his relentless teasing ,for it was not good to start off again on such rough terms. Even beyond word games, he still enjoyed her company. Cirion looked about while they walked, trying to understand the mass confusion of white walls and people. As a Knight under the Prince, his awareness had improved by far, and the brightness of the city was almost overwhelming at this point. So much to take in. “Ah,” he said to her momentarily, “I recognize this place, and I know now where we are. “Come, this way to your home,” he smiled, turning her down a side alley.”
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Deleted User	30 Dec 2008, 03:55 PM Post #32
Deleted User	She laughed lightly in response. "I am glad! Despite being rather frightful when I was taken to the city in my youth, it has grown on me. I promise, no girl has explored this city more than I! "It is! Frightfully girly of myself!" she said with a slight smile. "You needn't worry, if I could think when you were near then that would mean I did not love you and if I did not love you I would wonder who the odd fellow always following me about was and then I'd start thinking some more and in the end I would probably either run away or slap you depending on my mood. Frankly, you're lucky that I do love you because I probably would have slapped you, and then with your rib and you would have had such problems and I would have had to drag you off to the Houses where you, as a wounded soldier, would have fallen even more madly in love me. And thus I would be even more confused because I would probably be attracted to you but unwilling to admit because you are a soldier that I just slapped and now in my care because of said slap. And then one of us might have grown sick and we wouldn't have realized the full extant of our feelings till the other was almost gone and it would have been quite traumatic. "By falling in love before the war I think we saved ourselves a lot of confusion and heartache." She said nodding her head all knowingly before laughing at herself. Being with Cirion was bringing back her old humor and she was quite enjoying it. She had laughed while he was away, but never more than today. She stared at him in awe. "Why Cirion, I am impressed with you! Recognizing streets already! We are almost there you see," she was just about to point out an interesting crack in the wall when she saw it. A group of men wearing the mark of the Houses carrying a stretcher away from her house. A small cry left her mouth as she rushed forward. It was her father. "How is he?" she asked, they just looked at her. "Listen, I mam a healer of the Houses and his daughter and if one of you doesn't stop looking like a vacant fool and answer my question by the gods you will know what an angry woman looks like." "He is not good Milady," said a young man in front. "But he is not the worst we have seen today. We are taking him to the houses- "Obviously," she muttered under her breath. If he did hear her, he was polite enough to pretend not to. "It is said that an elvish Lord is here and there is great hope that cure will be found soon." He finished. She nodded, everyone had hope, she knew that. But she had spoken with Elladen and the last time she had seen him he was just as frustrated and confused as everyone else. "Take this man as swiftly and as carefully as you can up to the Houses. I will be there soon." Her mother was in tears; Brewyn hugged her close. She was near tears herself but she held them at bay. "Father is a fighter mother, he may have a chance." She just nodded. "I must go, stay here, I will send word if he worsens." She pushed her mother gently back into the house and shook her head. "I am sorry," she said to Cirion,"That our reunion has been burdened with such with fear and sadness but I have to go. I can't leave him while he is like this."
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Deleted User	15 Jan 2009, 01:25 PM Post #33
Deleted User	"I understand," Cirion nodded shortly. He understood well the duties that must come before joy for the sake of loved ones. He was taken aback that all of these things had happened in such a brief time, but if he looked at this course of his life, then it was understandable that this were to happen to him and to Brewyn. Things never seemed to turn out right. "What would you have me do right now? Would you have me go with you or stay here with your mother?" he asked. It was a fact now, that Brewyn would be his family, which meant in turn that her mother would be like another mother to him. Cirion had not had a mother for a great many years, but at this thought, he knew that he would treat Brewyn's mother in the same way he would have cared for his own. The Thul-in-Gyrth had struck, and he knew that there had been no cure found, and no survivors of this disease. If he were a healer, perhaps he could have helped, but he could do nothing worthy of the sort, and so his job had now become offering comfort. He knew that he would stay here with Brewyn's mother before she even answered, for he would only be a hindrance in the Houses of Healing, and Brewyn was the kind of lady that would not allow herself to be comforted at a time like this.
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