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Worries
Feb 24, 2013 17:12:34 GMT -5
Post by Lady Edfeil on Feb 24, 2013 17:12:34 GMT -5
She was nae sleeping well. In fact, she was barely sleeping at all. A few hours each night of dream plagued rest that hauntingly stayed with her during the day. Nightmares of Dieter. Of her new nephew dead... dying. Dying alone. She spent her days in prayer and listening to whatever reports were brought in. Unfortunately there was not much. And unfortunately they nae had much time. Mayhap they even were too late already, but she refused to contemplate such. Gregor worried, over his nephew who was like a younger brother to him, and over his wife, who was fretting herself near to the bone once more. The price she payed mayhap for the dark defenders surrounding her. She had pleaded with Sarah to speak for her to Dorian, to ask him to take her with him his they looked for Dieter. She might slow him down, and that was a fear that loomed like a dark cloud over her, but.. on the other hand, her presence might stay Dieter's hand. She counted on the laws of Chivalry twice. Once to delay him in vigil before he would do the deed.. and once to stop him from doing such in front of her. She prayed to God she was right.
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Worries
Feb 27, 2013 10:26:24 GMT -5
Post by Lady Edfeil on Feb 27, 2013 10:26:24 GMT -5
It had been dark by the time they had reached the mine country, with the moon only occasionally breaking in silvery shafts through the clouds. She had been safe. She knew that. But the night had seemed like an accomplice to dark things that might have been planned. She could nae allow it, and yet as she had moved forward in the clearing, feeling Dorian's presence behind her, there had been fear gripping her heart that she could nae stop him. She had stood before the pit, ten by ten... filled to the brim with dried wood. It would have cost him weeks to dig and fill it. Weeks.. weeks of his heart turned to this darkness.
((Should I leave the rest up to the scripts? *W*))
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