Wind from the West (January 3010) [OPEN]
Oct 3, 2017 14:59:54 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Oct 3, 2017 14:59:54 GMT -5
Finally! Elin caught the round face of Oda coming into the room, and she started in right away, barely giving her a chance to finish her question. “That girl, Hildred's girl... she is hurting my son,” Elin's voice was thick, on the verge of tears. “He's already wounded, he need not suffer more.” She started in on her complaints, gesturing rapidly to the front of the Hall toward where her son was situated. Oda would listen to her, she always helped her. She didn't understand why Oda wouldn't just see to her son herself.
At once, as soon as Runa had finished the stitching, Ceolmund finally poured the tea into his cup and downed it shortly. The heat was good to him, he had been chilled these last days, and the slight hint of mead only teased him. When he made it back to his home he would pull out that small barrel he had stored away. Yes, he would have several days to work on it before he took himself back to heavy training. He would put it to good use in this cold weather. He poured the rest of the kettle into his cup and sat still as he sipped the tea; as if remaining motionless now at this point would reverse the disturbance his mother had just created. His eyes followed Runa closely as she worked to make a new paste, and eventually apply the bandages.
Finally Adelais returned with the glass of clear liquid. That would certainly help to dull the senses, he mused. Runa took it it up for the first taste, and he couldn't help but be amused. She certainly needed to relax as well. Once she had passed the cup to him and stormed off, he finished it quickly, and bent to put his boots back on, then reached for his soiled shirt from the top of the pile.
“Well...” Ceolmund paused at Adelais' request. “No, my Lady, I can't stay this time,” he smiled slightly at her. Truthfully he would not have minded to settle back on the cot, at least for a few hours, and rest. He could have slept, now that the drink was kicking in, he was beginning to feel relaxed. He truly should let the newly bandaged wound still for a time. However... his mother... The young girl did not have the brute strength to keep him atop the cot as Runa might have done. And it seemed as if he were needed elsewhere, what with the nuisance his mother was causing. He needed to get her out of here before she upset every patient in the place. He reached out a hand to Adelais' shoulder to help draw himself up to standing, slightly hunched in pain for a moment. “But do tell Runa you tried your best.”
Ceolmund limped ever so slowly through the room to the back of the Hall, glancing aside at Leofil. What a pity the boy had fallen this way on one of his first rides. Surely he would recover here. He expected the other two men who had traveled back with him had by now stabled their horses and were notifying his family of the situation.
“Mother, come now, we are taking you home,” Ceolmund's voice was low. The woman had still been chattering to the Mistress loudly, beginning to cry herself.
“You've already made one of the babies cry, now lower your voice,” the man hissed. Then he took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Let's go, come, help me gather my things. My leg isn't so bad, I can go rest in my own bed tonight and you need to go home and rest as well. I'm back safe and sound, and Lady Runa stitched that little cut up just fine.”
“Lady...” Elin rolled her eyes. “If you call that a Lady, I don't know what...” she stalled and changed the subject, “You aren't taking that armor, oh it's covered in blood,” Elin fretted.
“It will wash as it always does.” The man was casting an apologetic glance to Oda as he started to pull his mother's arm toward the exit. He could barely get her to walk straight, it was going to be no use to haul his armor. He would have to send his nephews out to gather it up for him later. They could ask after Leofil's condition for him as well. Better not to try and force his mother. He needed to get her away from the Healing Hall. Perhaps they would meet his father along the way and he could just pass her off and continue on to his own house instead. He sent a silent prayer to the Valar.
At once, as soon as Runa had finished the stitching, Ceolmund finally poured the tea into his cup and downed it shortly. The heat was good to him, he had been chilled these last days, and the slight hint of mead only teased him. When he made it back to his home he would pull out that small barrel he had stored away. Yes, he would have several days to work on it before he took himself back to heavy training. He would put it to good use in this cold weather. He poured the rest of the kettle into his cup and sat still as he sipped the tea; as if remaining motionless now at this point would reverse the disturbance his mother had just created. His eyes followed Runa closely as she worked to make a new paste, and eventually apply the bandages.
Finally Adelais returned with the glass of clear liquid. That would certainly help to dull the senses, he mused. Runa took it it up for the first taste, and he couldn't help but be amused. She certainly needed to relax as well. Once she had passed the cup to him and stormed off, he finished it quickly, and bent to put his boots back on, then reached for his soiled shirt from the top of the pile.
“Well...” Ceolmund paused at Adelais' request. “No, my Lady, I can't stay this time,” he smiled slightly at her. Truthfully he would not have minded to settle back on the cot, at least for a few hours, and rest. He could have slept, now that the drink was kicking in, he was beginning to feel relaxed. He truly should let the newly bandaged wound still for a time. However... his mother... The young girl did not have the brute strength to keep him atop the cot as Runa might have done. And it seemed as if he were needed elsewhere, what with the nuisance his mother was causing. He needed to get her out of here before she upset every patient in the place. He reached out a hand to Adelais' shoulder to help draw himself up to standing, slightly hunched in pain for a moment. “But do tell Runa you tried your best.”
Ceolmund limped ever so slowly through the room to the back of the Hall, glancing aside at Leofil. What a pity the boy had fallen this way on one of his first rides. Surely he would recover here. He expected the other two men who had traveled back with him had by now stabled their horses and were notifying his family of the situation.
“Mother, come now, we are taking you home,” Ceolmund's voice was low. The woman had still been chattering to the Mistress loudly, beginning to cry herself.
“You've already made one of the babies cry, now lower your voice,” the man hissed. Then he took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Let's go, come, help me gather my things. My leg isn't so bad, I can go rest in my own bed tonight and you need to go home and rest as well. I'm back safe and sound, and Lady Runa stitched that little cut up just fine.”
“Lady...” Elin rolled her eyes. “If you call that a Lady, I don't know what...” she stalled and changed the subject, “You aren't taking that armor, oh it's covered in blood,” Elin fretted.
“It will wash as it always does.” The man was casting an apologetic glance to Oda as he started to pull his mother's arm toward the exit. He could barely get her to walk straight, it was going to be no use to haul his armor. He would have to send his nephews out to gather it up for him later. They could ask after Leofil's condition for him as well. Better not to try and force his mother. He needed to get her away from the Healing Hall. Perhaps they would meet his father along the way and he could just pass her off and continue on to his own house instead. He sent a silent prayer to the Valar.