Post by Lady Edfeil on Feb 17, 2012 11:49:32 GMT -5
Dorian Hawkmoon had had a conversation with Master Sergeant Gerben. One at least that seemed to have led to an uneasy truce. How it could be that two men so utterly devoted to the same things could look at one another with such distrust at times baffled her. But Edfeil had sat back and listened comfortably while she spoke with Dorian about his conversation with the master sergeant. She had been good.
She had followed advice and allowed the men to work matters out by themselves. While it was nae the whole hearted trust she had hoped from, an uneasy truce would be something to settle for. Sipping on the elderberry tea that had been her aide to get through the cold season this year, the young queen had been hopeful when she had heard Dorian speak of the guards. Yet the taste of the tea she had sipped so absentmindedly, had nae tasted the way she was used to and after several more sips, she had asked for a new cup. She hated asking the girls who worked so hard to do extra work.
With Dieter and Kyle entering, she had been distracted then from the tea, trying to speak to them, to Dorian, but it seemed harder to focus. It seemed as if a great storm was ringing in her ears. Panic gripped her as heat crept over her skin. She tried to keep speaking normally, answer Dorian and Dieter while they spoke to her, yet her vision seemed to grow dim. She heard them move.. heard shouts as it seemed a darkness drew her within itself.
She heard Dieter run to the kitchen while he gave orders, heard him speak to the girls, though there was little she understood fo the words.
Then she felt a goblet pressed to her lips. They wanted her to drink, and obediently she sipped the liquid, wincing at the bitterness again. Yet she allowed Dorian to guide her, to try and stay awake until spasms raked her body and one of the girls helped lead her to release.
She had followed advice and allowed the men to work matters out by themselves. While it was nae the whole hearted trust she had hoped from, an uneasy truce would be something to settle for. Sipping on the elderberry tea that had been her aide to get through the cold season this year, the young queen had been hopeful when she had heard Dorian speak of the guards. Yet the taste of the tea she had sipped so absentmindedly, had nae tasted the way she was used to and after several more sips, she had asked for a new cup. She hated asking the girls who worked so hard to do extra work.
With Dieter and Kyle entering, she had been distracted then from the tea, trying to speak to them, to Dorian, but it seemed harder to focus. It seemed as if a great storm was ringing in her ears. Panic gripped her as heat crept over her skin. She tried to keep speaking normally, answer Dorian and Dieter while they spoke to her, yet her vision seemed to grow dim. She heard them move.. heard shouts as it seemed a darkness drew her within itself.
She heard Dieter run to the kitchen while he gave orders, heard him speak to the girls, though there was little she understood fo the words.
Then she felt a goblet pressed to her lips. They wanted her to drink, and obediently she sipped the liquid, wincing at the bitterness again. Yet she allowed Dorian to guide her, to try and stay awake until spasms raked her body and one of the girls helped lead her to release.
