Realm of Arda has moved


Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
6 Fourth Age: Autumn Study; [ one-shot ]
Topic Started: 24 Nov 2008, 09:46 AM (257 Views)
Deleted User
Deleted User

The young woman traced the words of the documents with a delicate finger, following them with her eyes. At last she had finished tending to her duties for the day, her father allowing her this small time of relaxation. Afterwards, she would be hitting the books once more to sort and organize through the immense piles of history. After that… Well, who knew?

“Aloe vera,” she murmured under her breath. Yes, she should’ve known it before. She would have to ask Istuion to fetch some after he came home so that she could heal Odhelm’s burn. The poor child was playing around near the furnace and his parents failed to look after him… It wouldn’t do if he were to return to Edoras with such an ugly mark. She would rather go out herself to get the herb, but her father wouldn’t trust her going outside… especially alone. I’m not that weak, she thought.

Her diluted green eyes peered out the window after a small chill came in. “Autumn,” she said, sighing. The days were getting cooler… She would have to ask Alyan to come in earlier; it was far too cold at night for him to be running around all day.

Suddenly she erupted in a cough. Her piece of charcoal clattered to the floor as she struggled to hold it in and quiet it so that no one would hear. She clenched her eyes shut as her lungs struggled to breathe… She was having one of her coughing spells again. She maneuvered herself and grabbed her white handkerchief that was placed at the end of the oak table and covered her mouth with it, hoping that it would at least effectively hide the sound of her coughs.

At last it died down and she let loose a sigh of relief. Her body still wracked with pain and she was no longer moved to stand and grab a cloak for warmth in her wardrobe. I need to find a cure, she thought, soon. Deep inside an unsettling feeling blossomed. She couldn’t help but feel as if it was the same sickness her mother had caught… Indeed, now that she thought about it, the symptoms were very much alike.

“I’m thinking too much,” she spoke at last, trying to quiet her thoughts.

A knock came at the door. She lifted her head up and willed herself to stand. A young boy came in, at the age of ten years. “Will you read to us?” he said.

Inniel couldn’t help but release a small smile at his request, despite how exhausted the illness had left her. She couldn’t let him see how weak she was… she didn’t want him to be concerned. “Yes,” she said. “Come, Alyan, choose a book that the others will enjoy.”
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · 6 Fourth Age · Next Topic »

edge created by tiptopolive of ifsz
Graphics by Sakuragi-kun, Tue, and Lokyr.