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Laurana soon drifted into an easier sleep, much more stabilized and completely healed. She'd been stupid a moment and had forgotten- healing powers were far better than anything a doctor could have done back on Earth! She faintly heard Melise speaking her blessing over the baby, and smiled even more as she rested her head on Caden's elbow. Mindful of yuck and mess, she even magically cleaned herself and the room so it looked like nothing had happened. Then, spent, and still a little sore, she passed out again, completely unaware of everything around her, except her baby in her arms.. (I was wrong, my love...my child... I'll make sure you have a good world to grow up in,... Caden and I will be the best parents..You'll have a wonderful family....) She promised.
Nathan chuckled and placed his first finger into the lad's tiny hand while he gazed at the sea of faces surrounding him, cooing a bit. He gave Nathan's finger a big squeese and even Nathan winced, but laughed! "Goodness, such strength already... " He teased. This felt wonderful, and chased away the remaining despair. He was so thankful he had a chance at having a family again, even if he and Melise would have no more children, he was beyond blessed with what he had now, and prayed Alna knew he was at peace again...
"Thanks, Rook- I'm fine..." Claire indeed, lied her fool head off. But once more she was being yelled at and scathed. Suddenly she felt so beyond tired... so sick of everything. Had she -not- tried to provide for the people well enough? Was she -that- strange looking even the guard felt it was his right to yell in her face? She started to speak, to tell him to go bark at a tree like a deranged dork- but words failed. Her mind and heart seemed to want to follow suit and give up. She stood instead, and let him run her down. In the end, that's basically all that most people wanted to do to her, make her feel like complete -crap-. Well it was working. Tamsin however, marched right back over to Xavier and dragged him from Claire. "Just stop it. She was antagonized. THEY came back to taunt HER." She swatted him on the shoulder. Eventually, Claire just couldn't be there anymore and went off to her room, several stair cases away. Once she reached it, she considered recharging herself, then thought better of it. She had just enough strength to shower the rain and blood off her, change into a clean white tunic and pants, and made it to her bed. She wanted nothing more to do with this long, awful week. No. Her long, awful life. She let herself fall unconscious to her bed, having mostly taken care of herself for years. She didn't even see the need to keep trying just then.~
Theresa was confused. Something bad had happened, she knew that.. Shouldn't she be dead? Hadn't there been a blast or something? She stared at herself in a wall-mirror of some sort of guest room. Oh. She had strawberry-blonde hair to her back, tied in a pony tail, revealing pointy elven ears. Oh that's right. She worked at the palace, had for many months since waking up in the forest. Sometimes her memories remained a bit hazy, but it generally came back quickly enough. She served the royal Golden Fae family and its inner court. Whatever was required, she brought them. And since she had telekenisis, as well as a few other gifts, one she did not like, watching others' dreams. She had befriended the Storm-caller girl, Claire. She just seemed always sad, and they strangely had much in common. She was thin, as far as elves went; but her elvin-features and palace maids uniform was inconspicuous for the most part. And just now, she felt it was time for King Jorga and his large group of new comers to have some refreshments. She went to the kitchens and brewed a strong, green tea and served them in tall fancy, crystal glasses with plenty of ice for those who wanted it, and a few glasses without for those that didn't. In moments, she'd a balanced tray in her hands and gracefully entered the throne room. "Excuse me, King Jorga; I thought it might be a good time to provide drinks. Is there anything I can get you all?" She added, passing the glasses around. She wasn't afraid of Xavier, who's bark was usually far worse than his bite- but she sensed Claire's distress and refrained from looking at him.
Tamsin accepted her glass with thanks. She was still a bit peeved at Xavier's reaction to Claire. God she saw now why her sister was so miserable and used to joke about throwing herself into a thunderstorm and becoming part of it forever.~
Gavin sighed, thanking the pretty elvin maid for her kind offer. To Chastianna he shrugged... "Maybe healing would be better at a later time. I am curious to see how Laurana and the others in the chapel are faring." He added, having already gathered Claire was something of a troubled-kid.~
Rebecca and Jasmine both felt sad for Claire; but they knew this was a family thing, and they couldn't really interfere- well Rebecca could! But Jasmine definitely stayed at Varen's side, a casual observer for the moment.
Serena smiled at the maid who'd just entered.. "Thank you. I apologize on all of our behalves if we end up making more work for you. Most of us have magic and take care of our own needs." She assured the girl. "Thank you for your concern, miss- but that's alright. Things haven't been so busy here lately. It's good to stay active. King Jorga, is there anything else you'd require?" She asked, turning politely to the king. She was a very mild-woman, no fuss or arguments, hardly ever any tears either. She had no family of her own to mourn, and just accepted what the day brought her.
Nathan chuckled and placed his first finger into the lad's tiny hand while he gazed at the sea of faces surrounding him, cooing a bit. He gave Nathan's finger a big squeese and even Nathan winced, but laughed! "Goodness, such strength already... " He teased. This felt wonderful, and chased away the remaining despair. He was so thankful he had a chance at having a family again, even if he and Melise would have no more children, he was beyond blessed with what he had now, and prayed Alna knew he was at peace again...
"Thanks, Rook- I'm fine..." Claire indeed, lied her fool head off. But once more she was being yelled at and scathed. Suddenly she felt so beyond tired... so sick of everything. Had she -not- tried to provide for the people well enough? Was she -that- strange looking even the guard felt it was his right to yell in her face? She started to speak, to tell him to go bark at a tree like a deranged dork- but words failed. Her mind and heart seemed to want to follow suit and give up. She stood instead, and let him run her down. In the end, that's basically all that most people wanted to do to her, make her feel like complete -crap-. Well it was working. Tamsin however, marched right back over to Xavier and dragged him from Claire. "Just stop it. She was antagonized. THEY came back to taunt HER." She swatted him on the shoulder. Eventually, Claire just couldn't be there anymore and went off to her room, several stair cases away. Once she reached it, she considered recharging herself, then thought better of it. She had just enough strength to shower the rain and blood off her, change into a clean white tunic and pants, and made it to her bed. She wanted nothing more to do with this long, awful week. No. Her long, awful life. She let herself fall unconscious to her bed, having mostly taken care of herself for years. She didn't even see the need to keep trying just then.~
Theresa was confused. Something bad had happened, she knew that.. Shouldn't she be dead? Hadn't there been a blast or something? She stared at herself in a wall-mirror of some sort of guest room. Oh. She had strawberry-blonde hair to her back, tied in a pony tail, revealing pointy elven ears. Oh that's right. She worked at the palace, had for many months since waking up in the forest. Sometimes her memories remained a bit hazy, but it generally came back quickly enough. She served the royal Golden Fae family and its inner court. Whatever was required, she brought them. And since she had telekenisis, as well as a few other gifts, one she did not like, watching others' dreams. She had befriended the Storm-caller girl, Claire. She just seemed always sad, and they strangely had much in common. She was thin, as far as elves went; but her elvin-features and palace maids uniform was inconspicuous for the most part. And just now, she felt it was time for King Jorga and his large group of new comers to have some refreshments. She went to the kitchens and brewed a strong, green tea and served them in tall fancy, crystal glasses with plenty of ice for those who wanted it, and a few glasses without for those that didn't. In moments, she'd a balanced tray in her hands and gracefully entered the throne room. "Excuse me, King Jorga; I thought it might be a good time to provide drinks. Is there anything I can get you all?" She added, passing the glasses around. She wasn't afraid of Xavier, who's bark was usually far worse than his bite- but she sensed Claire's distress and refrained from looking at him.
Tamsin accepted her glass with thanks. She was still a bit peeved at Xavier's reaction to Claire. God she saw now why her sister was so miserable and used to joke about throwing herself into a thunderstorm and becoming part of it forever.~
Gavin sighed, thanking the pretty elvin maid for her kind offer. To Chastianna he shrugged... "Maybe healing would be better at a later time. I am curious to see how Laurana and the others in the chapel are faring." He added, having already gathered Claire was something of a troubled-kid.~
Rebecca and Jasmine both felt sad for Claire; but they knew this was a family thing, and they couldn't really interfere- well Rebecca could! But Jasmine definitely stayed at Varen's side, a casual observer for the moment.
Serena smiled at the maid who'd just entered.. "Thank you. I apologize on all of our behalves if we end up making more work for you. Most of us have magic and take care of our own needs." She assured the girl. "Thank you for your concern, miss- but that's alright. Things haven't been so busy here lately. It's good to stay active. King Jorga, is there anything else you'd require?" She asked, turning politely to the king. She was a very mild-woman, no fuss or arguments, hardly ever any tears either. She had no family of her own to mourn, and just accepted what the day brought her.