Post by Sarah on Jul 23, 2013 18:43:05 GMT -5
The infirmary seemed to be the place she frequented most. Even when no one was there. In those times ..she seemed most grateful that no one ended up there. Recent events though had brought the Lady Jordis with injuries...and sleep had now become a thought and not an action. She had also helped tend to her Majesty with the binding at her ribs. With what had found her ears pon the situations that brought them both such pain...she felt she wanted to do more than just wait for time to do the healing..along with administered herb or root in tea or broth. And with whats been going on with her husband lately...she could feel the weight within her thoughts..pon her own heart...She felt...trapped. In a sense. She would always be there for her beloved..and she would always be there in every way she can for her extended family. So she had a thought. A feeling realy. Her own family realy never followed any god...Never gave praise to a certain chosen one ...She had seen her Majesty often give a silent whisper of prayer..and had been inside the Chapel ...So she figured..pon the earliest hours of this day to visit it ..on her own. With a gaurd always in the backdrop somewhere...doing as they were told to keep an eye on her without setting one toe in her shadow...She would head there now to try for the first time..to pray. For these times have brought many dark things on thier doorstep..For her husband most of all who battled. She could see it in his eyes when she spoke to him. It wasnt there all the time. But it was there. She would ask in that moment of silence with the whispers of her prayer flowing past her lips...for guidance from a God she hoped would hear her.