Post by Wildfeather on Apr 26, 2015 3:02:20 GMT -5
Hearing Blaz's words about imposing on his hospitality, Thorn laughed heartily and patted his shoulder friendly. "You are family now, boy - you are not imposing in any way," he said. "My fortress and everything in it will be at your disposal for as long as you are my guests. I will be more than happy to prepare the bedchamber my niece wanted for you - and the bedchamber next to yours will be prepared for young Lord Scofield... Feel free to explore every nook and corner of the fortress - I am certain you will find it interesting if you love history. This fortress is as old as our world itself - one of the first buildings that were made when we arrived here."
By the mentioning of the relics, Wild watched her husband with concern as he ran a hand over his left wrist. "Does it hurt again?" she asked in a clearly worried tone as she kissed him. "We will speak with Branwen before doing anything else - I promise. There must be a way to heal you, and I will not rest until I have found it."
Seeing Evan's crinkled nose when he took the healing herbs, Wild sent her friend a look of sympathy. "I don't like them either," she told him. "But as long as they keep my nausea away I have no choice. I look forward to when it is all over and the child is born. Hopefully we will get rid of Morg before it happens. Both Blaz and I wish to raise our children in a peaceful and safe world."
In the air Wild saw how Evan rested his forehead on Blaz's shoulders and closed his eyes. She tried sending this picture mentally to Ardis, to at least give her an impression of traveling with them in spirit.
You should have seen them, sister, she thought with a smile. They are so cute when they are resting like this... I think Evan is missing you. Blaz told me he caught your husband hugging his pillow this morning. Blaz and I miss our family back home too. Please give sweet little Niamh a big hug from auntie.
Enjoying the view with Blaz, she smiled when he spoke of how beautiful the landscape would be when the war was over and they could rebuild. "As the King of Mir you have the freedom to model our Kingdom as you wish, my love," she smiled. "You have a beautiful mind, and I look forward to see what you can make of it when we rebuild Mir after the war. I know nothing of building homes, so I will lean on your wisdom for this."
Close to Aynor Wild felt a little better when Blaz kissed her cheek, glad to have her husband to support her through the painful memories. When the different smell reached them and Typhon started behaving strangely, Wild looked around in confusion. In the distance she could see dark shapes with wings coming in their directions. "The changelings!" she cried out, pulling out hers and Blaz's earplugs from her belongings. "Quick, cover your ears - you too, Evan! Their screams can drive a man to madness!"
Thorn, being used to dragons and flying, was already wearing his earplugs. Pulling out his crossbow, he aimed for the black heartshaped spots on the front of the necks of the changelings. "Get ready to defend yourselves," he called out. "Aim for the black spots - it is their weakest point! And above all - use your earplugs!"
By the mentioning of the relics, Wild watched her husband with concern as he ran a hand over his left wrist. "Does it hurt again?" she asked in a clearly worried tone as she kissed him. "We will speak with Branwen before doing anything else - I promise. There must be a way to heal you, and I will not rest until I have found it."
Seeing Evan's crinkled nose when he took the healing herbs, Wild sent her friend a look of sympathy. "I don't like them either," she told him. "But as long as they keep my nausea away I have no choice. I look forward to when it is all over and the child is born. Hopefully we will get rid of Morg before it happens. Both Blaz and I wish to raise our children in a peaceful and safe world."
In the air Wild saw how Evan rested his forehead on Blaz's shoulders and closed his eyes. She tried sending this picture mentally to Ardis, to at least give her an impression of traveling with them in spirit.
You should have seen them, sister, she thought with a smile. They are so cute when they are resting like this... I think Evan is missing you. Blaz told me he caught your husband hugging his pillow this morning. Blaz and I miss our family back home too. Please give sweet little Niamh a big hug from auntie.
Enjoying the view with Blaz, she smiled when he spoke of how beautiful the landscape would be when the war was over and they could rebuild. "As the King of Mir you have the freedom to model our Kingdom as you wish, my love," she smiled. "You have a beautiful mind, and I look forward to see what you can make of it when we rebuild Mir after the war. I know nothing of building homes, so I will lean on your wisdom for this."
Close to Aynor Wild felt a little better when Blaz kissed her cheek, glad to have her husband to support her through the painful memories. When the different smell reached them and Typhon started behaving strangely, Wild looked around in confusion. In the distance she could see dark shapes with wings coming in their directions. "The changelings!" she cried out, pulling out hers and Blaz's earplugs from her belongings. "Quick, cover your ears - you too, Evan! Their screams can drive a man to madness!"
Thorn, being used to dragons and flying, was already wearing his earplugs. Pulling out his crossbow, he aimed for the black heartshaped spots on the front of the necks of the changelings. "Get ready to defend yourselves," he called out. "Aim for the black spots - it is their weakest point! And above all - use your earplugs!"