Heart Sick (May 13th) - [Adan]
Dec 17, 2017 10:01:24 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Dec 17, 2017 10:01:24 GMT -5
“Perhaps you are right. What if..what if there was a way to tell? To see if there really is someone waiting for you? I can do this..I can go to the other side for but a moment. Would you allow me to do this? To simply see if this...Ceol is honestly waiting for you? It would not hurt, I would think.”
Runa looked to him, a faint frown upon her blue-hued lips, but Beorhtric looked to him, a sudden glimmer of hope in his eye. “There now, Runi,” he hummed. “That seems a fine idea, doesn’t it? I’m sure you’ll find that it’s all a dream. We can make you better, then, right?”
“It’s not a dream,” Runa countered quietly. “I don’t need him to check and see if it’s real. I know it’s real.” She looked to Adanedhel pointedly a moment, her dingy stare peering at him with distrust. She had not realized elf magic would let them walk through her own dreams, her own thoughts; for a moment, she wondered how such beings could have fallen to slavery.
“My Lord.. may..may I have a word with you alone? Perhaps you can show me where I can make her some tea as well?”
“We’ll be right back, Runi,” Bear hummed to her, stooping and pressing a kiss to her pale, cold forehead and running a hand over her hair. She seemed somehow frailer each time he made such a motion, and his heart ached. He moved to the door, closed it behind them, and took a few steps down the hallway to avoid letting sound filter back in to Runa as she laid there.
“I am afraid I cannot do anything if she refuses. If it is not in her will to try, then...then I am useless to you. Is there perhaps any other way to get her to try? If not...I'm sorry, My lord, but perhaps The Halls are truly calling for her.”
“You said you would save her,” Beorhtric countered lowly, frowning. “You claimed that your elf-magic will let you walk in the place her mind goes when she is…” He could not bring himself to say dead, or gone, though perhaps those were the closest terms for her state of weak unconsciousness. “All you must do is go. No matter what you find there, come back and say it was but a dream. If we can convince Runi there’s nobody waiting for her, if we can convince her that she is better here, she will want to get better. You can do that, can’t you?”
“If you wish to keep trying, then I shall not give up either. I am just afraid that she will continue to wave me off. ...Who.. who is this Ceol? Was he someone she once loved?”
Beorhtric’s face grimaced, and he motioned for the elf to follow and they moved down the stairs once more. “No,” he said quietly. “Ceol…he was a member of the Eored. He was always a quiet, mild sort. More likely to notice a mouse than hear him talk.” He paused looking for a moment for the lady of the inn, though not seeing her right away fell still and turned to Adanedhel.
“He was almost a brother to me, for a time. Mother helped raise him for a year. His…his own parents weren’t good to him. Or his sister. When he came back from the ride those years ago, bleeding from the neck…Mother did everything she could, but there was no saving him.” He paused, blue eyes serious. “But Runi never met him. Likely never saw him, or if she did it was from her perch at the window and she wouldn’t have known him from anyone else. She…she never would have heard that name.”
He paused. “Confound it, where is she? We need the tea.”
Runa looked to him, a faint frown upon her blue-hued lips, but Beorhtric looked to him, a sudden glimmer of hope in his eye. “There now, Runi,” he hummed. “That seems a fine idea, doesn’t it? I’m sure you’ll find that it’s all a dream. We can make you better, then, right?”
“It’s not a dream,” Runa countered quietly. “I don’t need him to check and see if it’s real. I know it’s real.” She looked to Adanedhel pointedly a moment, her dingy stare peering at him with distrust. She had not realized elf magic would let them walk through her own dreams, her own thoughts; for a moment, she wondered how such beings could have fallen to slavery.
“My Lord.. may..may I have a word with you alone? Perhaps you can show me where I can make her some tea as well?”
“We’ll be right back, Runi,” Bear hummed to her, stooping and pressing a kiss to her pale, cold forehead and running a hand over her hair. She seemed somehow frailer each time he made such a motion, and his heart ached. He moved to the door, closed it behind them, and took a few steps down the hallway to avoid letting sound filter back in to Runa as she laid there.
“I am afraid I cannot do anything if she refuses. If it is not in her will to try, then...then I am useless to you. Is there perhaps any other way to get her to try? If not...I'm sorry, My lord, but perhaps The Halls are truly calling for her.”
“You said you would save her,” Beorhtric countered lowly, frowning. “You claimed that your elf-magic will let you walk in the place her mind goes when she is…” He could not bring himself to say dead, or gone, though perhaps those were the closest terms for her state of weak unconsciousness. “All you must do is go. No matter what you find there, come back and say it was but a dream. If we can convince Runi there’s nobody waiting for her, if we can convince her that she is better here, she will want to get better. You can do that, can’t you?”
“If you wish to keep trying, then I shall not give up either. I am just afraid that she will continue to wave me off. ...Who.. who is this Ceol? Was he someone she once loved?”
Beorhtric’s face grimaced, and he motioned for the elf to follow and they moved down the stairs once more. “No,” he said quietly. “Ceol…he was a member of the Eored. He was always a quiet, mild sort. More likely to notice a mouse than hear him talk.” He paused looking for a moment for the lady of the inn, though not seeing her right away fell still and turned to Adanedhel.
“He was almost a brother to me, for a time. Mother helped raise him for a year. His…his own parents weren’t good to him. Or his sister. When he came back from the ride those years ago, bleeding from the neck…Mother did everything she could, but there was no saving him.” He paused, blue eyes serious. “But Runi never met him. Likely never saw him, or if she did it was from her perch at the window and she wouldn’t have known him from anyone else. She…she never would have heard that name.”
He paused. “Confound it, where is she? We need the tea.”