To Warm a Chill [February 3010] (Adelais)
Mar 14, 2018 21:04:30 GMT -5
Post by Heruthain on Mar 14, 2018 21:04:30 GMT -5
“Blasted cold and snow.”
The Captain was crunching through a thin crust on the street where the sun of the day before had melted some of the snow, and the cold and wind of the night previous had re-frozen it. He clapped his hands together. It was going on evening; his work for the day complete. He'd only just returned home to have Katla send him right back out out again to trudge across the city toward the Healing Hall.
Heruthain never had minded the winter so much; at least not in the past sixteen years since he'd transferred back to the city to work. No more sleeping on the plain in snow. The summers had not been so bad, but the winters held bitter chill.
This year was none the better, and February had seemed bitter. Perhaps it was simply the atmosphere cast over the city; indeed Heruthain had been down at the training grounds the day that the visitor had come to the marketplace. There had been bloodshed; boys he had trained himself lost lives. Never had he heard of such a thing happening before within the city walls. There were whispers of the Dimholt, which made Heruthain a slight wary. He had camped near the Dunharrow pass many times before, and the voices that came in the wind from that path were something even the well trained Captain could be afeared of.
Today though, his business was not in dealings of Dimholt, though the shadow of it still hung over the city. The sky was yellow with nightfall approaching in the overcast sky. The Hall was warm upon entry though. This time he was seeking aide that did not come in one of his baskets for the training grounds, and so he risked the front door, eyes searching for the form of Oda in hesitancy.
He had true reason to be here. She could not deny him. She'd chided him many times before about not properly getting help for his son soon enough. He'd been off the plain with his company since the day before, taken to the chill that often came upon him in winter months. A blight it was! Every year upon the winter rides. Boy never could handle sleeping in the cold.
Well, his son refused to go to the Hall when asked, so Katla had sent him today to get help. In the form of a cough elixir in the least, and perhaps something for his ear if they had mind. The cold wind did trouble it and give him an ache.
“Hm hm...” he cleared his throat loudly, hoping he could gain attention of one of the healers without needing to call out and manage a scolding from the Matron.
The Captain was crunching through a thin crust on the street where the sun of the day before had melted some of the snow, and the cold and wind of the night previous had re-frozen it. He clapped his hands together. It was going on evening; his work for the day complete. He'd only just returned home to have Katla send him right back out out again to trudge across the city toward the Healing Hall.
Heruthain never had minded the winter so much; at least not in the past sixteen years since he'd transferred back to the city to work. No more sleeping on the plain in snow. The summers had not been so bad, but the winters held bitter chill.
This year was none the better, and February had seemed bitter. Perhaps it was simply the atmosphere cast over the city; indeed Heruthain had been down at the training grounds the day that the visitor had come to the marketplace. There had been bloodshed; boys he had trained himself lost lives. Never had he heard of such a thing happening before within the city walls. There were whispers of the Dimholt, which made Heruthain a slight wary. He had camped near the Dunharrow pass many times before, and the voices that came in the wind from that path were something even the well trained Captain could be afeared of.
Today though, his business was not in dealings of Dimholt, though the shadow of it still hung over the city. The sky was yellow with nightfall approaching in the overcast sky. The Hall was warm upon entry though. This time he was seeking aide that did not come in one of his baskets for the training grounds, and so he risked the front door, eyes searching for the form of Oda in hesitancy.
He had true reason to be here. She could not deny him. She'd chided him many times before about not properly getting help for his son soon enough. He'd been off the plain with his company since the day before, taken to the chill that often came upon him in winter months. A blight it was! Every year upon the winter rides. Boy never could handle sleeping in the cold.
Well, his son refused to go to the Hall when asked, so Katla had sent him today to get help. In the form of a cough elixir in the least, and perhaps something for his ear if they had mind. The cold wind did trouble it and give him an ache.
“Hm hm...” he cleared his throat loudly, hoping he could gain attention of one of the healers without needing to call out and manage a scolding from the Matron.