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Post by Lady Laurestina on Jul 17, 2004 11:35:02 GMT -5
(( Lucian, thank you...I will post something this afternoon...sorry for the lateness....real time issues...HUG))
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 17, 2004 16:38:46 GMT -5
pacing the stone paths… Lost..deep in prayer…not even noticing the beauty of the garden that surrounded him this day….worried for the poor maiden who wasted away in the room above……seeking an omen..a sign from above….anything which could give him hope……….........that sound.....wait..what is that sound.....the flowers seem to sing,,,this can not be….but yes,,they sing….and now…..now the very stones upon which I stand hum …and join in chorus with the flowers…. A true deep emotional chant of ….of …oh why can I not recognize of what they sing………………….kneeling..I put my ear to the flower nearest me…but…nay..it sings not….then……then what is this sign..this sound…this sweet melodious music that seems to touch the soul..this sound that is not really heard with the ear…but is felt by the soul….Looking up to the heavens..I see in the maidens window….a man?? Nay..tis nay a man such as I have ever seen….and ..what is that at his lips?? Why..tis he who makes this sound..this music…this magic..
….Is it a death song??......is it a song of hope??.....mayhaps even a song of healing…I must seek this one..I must know of this mysterious sound that reaches within and touches the very heart of man…
((Changed it for you. The funny face appears when one types 3x? in a row))
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 18, 2004 0:45:17 GMT -5
((I did not put in those goofy question mark frowning faces....I don't know where they come from))
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Post by LadyLaurestina on Jul 18, 2004 1:17:00 GMT -5
Her chest rose and fell in a choreographed dance, to the beat of natures heart song.
Turning her head towards the open window, feeling a presence that had calmed her tortuous, raging pain, gave her inner will strength again. The struggle to live or to die seemed to ebb, as she felt warmth upon her hand.
The knowledge that many cared, but especially this one. She senced that he knew the songs of her soul. he also knew of Her desires, the inner torment. But more than that he knew of the peace that came from the very bowels of the earth and blossomed in each rose, flowing in the sap of each tree. He knew each trickle of water that spilled over the rocks of the streams.
As the sun rose in the east each morn, every color of the sky they had painted with the brushes of pines, ferns, and wheat stems. They had delighted in each sunset, and waited breathlessly for the emergence of the fireflies, which made them merry with delight.
Merrily they skipped though the forest floors, danced in the moonlight, and swing though the vines and jumping upon the mossy glades. Stopped only to sleep in the arms of love; and nature was their love. Each of them knew the ancient arts that tended to natures needs. They held secrets that could never be understood by mere mortals. Their blood was one with mother natures. Their veins pumped one with the trees , with the cold, fresh, rich spring water, the nectar of the flowers, minerals from the soil, the suns warm embrace. All was life, the ocean was their timeline, and the planets, moon and stars their lamplight.
She sighed and moaned feeling all of these things now. And, as her chest seemingly rose as if it were being pulled by an umbilical cord tied to natures healing gates of heaven, she cried out a soft song. Her will stronger now, her resolve was set in the stone she wished to sit upon again. Her spirit soared with the doves, eagles and birds of all varieties as she felt the hot inner strength returning.
Opening her dry, burning, red rimed eyes to the bluest orbs she had ever seen. Those that meet hers were filled with the bluest of any ocean, sea, lake or stream. They were the hue of a sky on a fresh spring day and the color a robin’s new laid eggs.
Oh how she yearned to be within those eyes.
The yearning for life begun to churn, as it tumbled her heart. It was if she had been a rough stone, and now felt as if had been polished, made shiny and smooth. As a tiny thousands of years old pebble, tossed by the ocean waters in the sand. But, never had the hands of man touched it....until perhpas now.
*Smiling though glassy eyes, that had no tears, * she squeezed his hand, hoping her reply had been felt. The riveting high notes of the Ocarina hushed away all her fears, as all the ghosts of death fled from the rivalry of the lute. She opened her mouth, and with thankful eyes, could only speak in a hushed, hoarse, voice, "aye …… I feel life again…” Pointing to the center of her chest, “ here…. “
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Jul 18, 2004 2:08:53 GMT -5
*slowly, he pulled the Ocarina from his lips, the melody seemnig to hang about the air for a mere moment more before drifting silently from the room. The notes, pure and sharp, resisted the resonance of the stone as they passed, seemingly unhindered by walls and doors. Looknig to the woman before him, looknig to his cousin, he smiled softly as he noded lightly. Reaching for her hand pointing to her chest, he squeezed it lightly as he rose, walking over and pouring her a glass of water. Moving back to the bed, he sat upon the edge and fed her the water slowly, speaknig in light, soft tones as he does*
"Welcome back good cousin. Listen to the song of your heart and rest."
*His ice blue eyes gazed to her lightly, softly, his smile never dimming as he sat beside her*
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Post by Rayven on Jul 18, 2004 12:09:50 GMT -5
Last evenings meeting with Roland in the small shed set off to the left of the stables had brought to light a flurry of questions that I had dancing in my head.
Roland had gotten there first and I arrived shortly afterwards. He was already examining ‘Stina’s things, her easel on which an unfinished painting still rested, her brushes, her paints.
We both wondered over towards the small section of the room where a mortar and pestle stood, clearly we could see the ground up ashes and bits of herbs left in the bottom of the pottery, but there was something else as well, something that did not belong there.
It nearly escaped us at first, those small red flecks of color that clung to the bottom of the bowl. I dipped my index finger into the bowl gingerly drawing out a mixture of ash, crushed herbs and what looked like paint. I showed it to Roland and we both concurred that it was paint, red paint that had inadvertently been mixed with what ever herbal mixture she had taken. I was convinced this is what had made her so ill.
Feeling in my pocket for the keys, one for the infirmary the other the cupboard key ‘Stina had given me in her last lucid hours of conversation, I turned on my heels, and headed for the infirmary and hopefully the cure.
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Turning the key inside the lock, hearing that sound as the tumbles moved producing a click, I pushed open the door to the infirmary.
The small room off of the infirmary had shelves that lined the walls. On the long counter, which ran the length of the far wall, were piles of spoons and pestles, glass vessels and copper basins. In one corner a small brick stove belched out heat and an orange glow.
In the other a large cabinet that ‘Stina had spoken about. I pulled the key out of my pocket and inserted it into the lock, opening it and gazing at the contents of row upon row of jars, bottles and strange looking vessels. My hands fingered a glass jar half full of bright green powder and another one of dull gray.
I grabbed the small wooden bench by the edge and drew it near me as I took the book off the shelf and began to read, hoping to find what ‘Stina had eluded about in her last conversation with me that day.
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Post by Admin on Jul 19, 2004 3:22:16 GMT -5
((ooc here.. at the request of Lady Laurstina, this thread is locked till her return from and RTI during the week. ))
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Post by Admin on Jul 24, 2004 1:20:01 GMT -5
(( ooc again, Once again as requested, this thread has been unlocked, Enjoy folks.
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Post by LadyLaurestina on Jul 24, 2004 14:07:58 GMT -5
Through veils of fog, flowing back out to sea, her sight became clear, the ebbing song she hear now heard became but a weak memory. Her heart grew stronger as the lingering notes dimmed and grew faint, leaving her with newfound hope.
Raising her head, with heaviness of limps, slowly pushed her self up just enough to be propped up on straw and feather pillows. Though stiff aching joints and muscles, pale, and beyound exhaustion, she struggled to open her dimmed blue eyes. The long fight over death’s tender caress, and life’s vivaciousness, is it over? .
The willingness, to forge on had taken her by the hand and led her back from its passionate lure. Life indeed had won her over, now it was only a matter of healing her physical being. As she took small sips of the spring water, being offered to her by a loving and patient hand. Knowing that even though she yearned to drink it all in as fast as possible, the little knowledge she could summon forth told her otherwise. She must sip, and let her body adjust slowly to taking in of any fluids. She could not afford to lose another drop of her precious stores of minerals and sugars.
Looking into her dear cousin’s eyes again, her lips opened just far enough to speak what he had so yearned to hear, “Thank Thee. … I shall live...AYE? * His tender warm hand upon hers, his eyes so bright with the gift of radiant blue, brought her the strength to be patient and trust that she would be cured of this insidious malady.
Closing her eyes, her tounge savored the tiny drips of water being filled into mouth with sweet refrains of restoration. Thoughts now flew like a flock of birds to stew, glazed sweet delacies, fresh herbs and greens, venison, pheasant, and duck, all roasted to perfection. Aye, soon, she could partake of such culinary delights again. AH,!!! and Wine…!!! AYE, and the sweet pungent taste of raspberries, cherries, peaches and apples…. Now wishing she could indulge once again in such delicacies of taste. Knowing that all she could do now was dream of such, as she continued to sip the water being given to her, mere droplets at a time.
Eyes now opening again, she delved into the pools of azure blue and waited for yet another drop and then another. Time seemed to stand still, as she waited patiently for her body to respond to the susbstaninance of life now being given by her own kin, and friend.
Seeing his smile grow fainter, she tried to push the thought of cumbersome worry from her mind, but what was wrong? She could only fantum of it in her subconscious. Searching his face, while he continued to nourish her, his calm and soft touch told her as much, just to continue to drink...and nae worry, nor conjour up more than what was there to behold.
*Trembling, as her small delicate hand now rose and tendiously reached out for his. Laying her's upon his, her hands now both enclosed his, though a soft, mutual, unstated understanding reinforced by his caring touch.
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Jul 24, 2004 14:30:09 GMT -5
*Setting the bowl down lightly, he smiled to her lightly again, his eyes glittering lightly. Leaning in, he pressed his lips softly to her forehead, his hand guiding her to the pillow gently*
Rest now good cousin. Let yer body heal and recover. *laying his hand over her two on his, he gripped them lgihtly, nodding softly*
I must be off cousin, there are plans to be followed. Our kin, for ill or worse, will stand beside Windstrom good cousin. I must attend to the plans our kin will follow. Worry nae my good cousin, rest well here. The Grim Messanger will come to dance with ye nae more.
*slipping his hands from hers with one final squeeze, he rose slowly, smiling to her softly. Moving to the door, he turned to look to her once more, crossing his arm over his chest and dipping into an open hand bow. Closing the door lightly he moved down the hall. Stopping to find Mollie, he told her to tell good lady Rayven that good Laurestina's spirit was willing. With her ministrations, her body would be as well. With that, he turned and moved to the gate of windstorm and the woodlands beyond to await the inevitability of rumor's conclusion..
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 24, 2004 15:55:58 GMT -5
Standing beneath the window of the Healers room...my ears pick up the soft delicate voice of the lady ...
"I shall live"
tears of joy well within my eyes..and dropping to my knees I give thanks unto the lord....
tho the heavens may have been denied an angel...windstorm has been given back a healer..and a true Lady of the realm....
aye...now may this old man sleep in blissfull slumber, for long has his vigil been..and mighty has his prayers echoed forth....and with renewed faith..I now make my way to my own denied bed...
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 24, 2004 15:58:01 GMT -5
((OOC...thank you sweet Dream for getting rid of those..and for explaining why they were there..
*hugs*))
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Post by Rayven on Jul 25, 2004 10:32:45 GMT -5
I returned to the small storeroom off the infirmary after the meeting with the princess, my hands shaking as I took the iron spatula and leveled out the careful measurement of primrose, borage and other herbs into a small sachet.
The first administering of these herbs had brought a measurable improvement to my mentor, Lady Laurestina, but she was far from recovered and another sachet was needed if she was to rid her body of the poison that had enveloped her from her mishap in the art shed that day.
Thanks to Roland a small detection of red paint was found in the mixture of ash and herbs that ‘Stina had ingested that day. It was the paint that had made her so ill, had robbed her of her abilities to take nourishment. Thanks to Lucien, her spirit and mind were healed, now if this sachet will do its work, her body will recover as well.
I folded the small paper into a neat package, making sure none spilled out, placing it into the pocket of my tunic and closed the door behind me.
As I climbed the stairs to her chamber, I ran this litany through my mind.
Please get well quickly ‘Stina I can’t manage the task the princess has given me by myself, I need your guidance and your strength
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Post by Lady Laurestina on Jul 27, 2004 1:08:16 GMT -5
((sorry..will post a.s.a.p. but real time issues...basement flooding.. it's the hot water heater ... *sighs*))
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Post by Rayven on Jul 27, 2004 16:51:00 GMT -5
((Uh oh. I leave for vacation Thursday...so will post when I get back if you need me too. Hugs))
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