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Ilragorn
Jun 6, 2015 14:49:38 GMT
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 6, 2015 14:49:38 GMT
"You really don't have to do that. And I need you to rest. I don't want you to get worse. Please?"
Zay's eyes flicked over her face and his hand lowered. After a moment, he gave a small nod and stood slowly with a quiet groan, taking a couple more leaves with him. "Don't tire yourself," he said quietly.
He gave a soft whistle, and Enzo responded immediately, turning and looked at his master before fiddling his feathers and glided after him. As he stepped into the room, he left the door open, laying down, slow and careful. As he laid, he gave another quiet groan of relief as Enzo settled nearby, alert and awake as he watched over Zay.
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Ilragorn
Jun 6, 2015 15:14:22 GMT
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Post by Avery on Jun 6, 2015 15:14:22 GMT
"Don't tire yourself.
"I make no promises." Avery replies, soft sigh when he agrees "Rest. By the time you get up I'll have more food made." Eyes following him as he walks into the other room, she watches him lay down before looking away. Lifting the fox, she lifts a knife, in the process of skinning it when she hears a soft tap at the door. Pausing, she rinses her hands in the bucket then opens the door, eyes looking around until they settle on the piece of paper lying before her feet, gaze snaps up just in time to see a bird flying away. Gaze turning void, she slowly leans down and lifts the scrap, reads it, crumples it in her fist, teeth gritting
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Ilragorn
Jun 6, 2015 15:21:24 GMT
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 6, 2015 15:21:24 GMT
X'zayvean placed his arm over his eyes, listening to her work. It didn't take long before he fell asleep, breathing slightly labored as he fought off the last of the fever. Enzo raised his head at the tapping, looking towards Avery with knowing eyes. But he didn't move.
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Ilragorn
Jun 6, 2015 15:41:22 GMT
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Post by Avery on Jun 6, 2015 15:41:22 GMT
Trembling a moment, she walks back inside and gathers her catches up in one place, dumping the half skinned fox in her other bucket before she walks to her bedroom. Debating on whether or not to change, she looks over at X'zayvean, eyes waver before she settles on just grabbing her armor. Sitting by him on the bed, she slips it only slowly, fingers following their usual path, how to fix it just right ingrained in her mind
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Ilragorn
Jun 6, 2015 16:20:37 GMT
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 6, 2015 16:20:37 GMT
Enzo let out a low warble in question. At the weight that appeared at his side, Say stirred just a little, hand twitching. Hearing something, and Enzo's low rumble, Zay turned his head, icy eyes opening a little as he looked at her, hazy.
"Where are you going?" He murmured, voice thick and low.
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Ilragorn
Jun 6, 2015 17:59:01 GMT
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Post by Avery on Jun 6, 2015 17:59:01 GMT
"Where are you going?"
Stilling at the sound of his voice, Avery stops in her tracks, eyes closing, unable to look at him "I've been summoned. Ill be back as soon as I can." she murmurs quietly, finishes with her armor, stands
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 6, 2015 18:23:17 GMT
"I've been summoned. Ill be back as soon as I can."
Zay sat up slowly with a grimace, propping himself up on an elbow as he looked at her. "What's happened?" he asked, voice thick with sleep as he rubbed his eyes. He was only catching small bits of sleep here and there, but he didn't want to sleep when he would need to be awake.
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Ilragorn
Jun 7, 2015 1:46:43 GMT
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Post by Avery on Jun 7, 2015 1:46:43 GMT
"What's happened?"
"Just need reinforcements for the day, is all." Avery murmurs quietly, patting her armor lightly before going to get her sword "Stay, and rest. Please."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 7, 2015 1:51:45 GMT
"Just need reinforcements for the day, is all. Stay, and rest. Please."
Zay watched her, eyes heavy though alert as he studied her. "Is there anything I can do or that needs to be done? While you're gone, I mean," he said quietly, sitting up fully.
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Post by Avery on Jun 7, 2015 2:42:58 GMT
"Is there anything I can do or that needs to be done? While you're gone, I mean,"
Stilling at the question, her gaze wavers as she glances at the wall, small exhale, tense "Just rest. If you really feel like doing something, you can finish skinning what I caught, but you don't have to. I'll return shortly." she murmurs, walking towards the door, hand on the hilt of her blade. Stopping just outside it, she hesitates, eyes closing "Just.. Don't leave." is all she adds before making her way out quickly
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 7, 2015 2:51:40 GMT
"Just rest. If you really feel like doing something, you can finish skinning what I caught, but you don't have to. I'll return shortly."
Zay's jaw tensed, but he didn't protest, hand resting on his side, watching as she moved towards the door.
" Just.. Don't leave."
He watched her go, standing and walking over towards the window, watching her disappear into the green. He remained there for a while, observing, before he sighed and turned away, looking around the room. Slowly, he started to finish skinning the meats, curing them to store, then moved on to cleaning the dishes and whathaveyous, unable to find the motivation or will to rest. Not when he was alone. Enzo followed his master and was delighted when fed a little meat, then given the unusable parts of the animals outside to play with.
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Post by Avery on Jun 7, 2015 3:03:16 GMT
Timeskip!
Pushing her horse forward more than a day and a half later, Avery coughs weakly, throat dry from dehydration, ran out of rations but a while ago, gave what she had left to the mare "Come on, just a little further girl." she whispers, eyes flicking up when she reaches the outer edges of Ilragorn's forest and heads in. Not allowing the horse to stop until she gets to the cabin, she slides off it's back. Or rather, when she goes to, she simply falls, too tired to stand, breaths shallow, small kink in the armor at her back, open wound Words: --- Addressed: --- Mentioned: --- |
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 7, 2015 3:12:25 GMT
X'zayvean sat outside on the stump, a small piece of wood in hand as he widled away pieces with his black knife, Ezno perched on his shoulder. Hearing the pounding of hooves, however, he froze and his gaze snapped up. Seeing the horse, Zay stood quickly, and as it stopped and the figure fell to the ground, something heavy settled in his stomach. "No." He murmured, stuffing the wood and the knife into his belt, running over. He slid across the ground a little as he dropped to his knees, gently rolling her over, disbelieving. But he could never forget a face, even under the grime.
"No no no no," he whispered, and upon inspecting the armor, swore under his breath. He pulled out his knife and cut the straps on her armor, pulling it off before lifting her carefully, bridal style, and carried her inside to her bed.
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Post by Avery on Jun 7, 2015 3:17:19 GMT
Crying out weakly when she's rolled over, she inhales sharply, face ashen, eyes dilated, breaths ragged, vision blurred, jerks in pain when lifted, limp in his arms, not even able to hold her head up, delirious "My..." voice faltering a moment, she closes her eyes, light hurting them "Water..." she croaks, barely audible, ears ringing, feels like she's drowning, can't even hear herself let alone whoever's holding her
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 7, 2015 3:27:43 GMT
"My... Water..."
No sooner did he lay her down, he darted back out of the room and to the bucket of water he recently fetched. Grabbing it, a rag, and a cup, he hurried back into the room, quiet as he built his walls up. He filled the cup and gently placed his hand behind her head, holding the cup up. "Slowly drink. Too much too fast and your body will reject it." He helped her get a small drink, taking a deep breath to still the shake that threatened to seep into his bones.
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