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Post by Mama Z on Apr 15, 2011 18:54:23 GMT -6
Sae was hesitating and that worried her to a degree. Not because she was feeling threatened, but what it was he could be hiding. What was worse than a dragon? But she didn't answer. Rather, Assryian himself told her it was okay. Now that, had startled her. He suggested going inside and Sybil gave a nod of understanding. No doubt this would turn into a long conversation. They were all tired, but until trust was re-established, sleep was a long way off.
'I have a basement,' she explained, 'Its where I do my work. Its fairly large.' She glanced to Misae's wings. 'Is also warm and very private. Would you like to go in there?' That way Sybil could personally ensure no prying eyes saw a thing. However if they didn't feel comfortable with it she'd understand completely. [/color][/size] |
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Post by ulrica on Apr 17, 2011 20:49:37 GMT -6
Assyrian nodded his head with a gentle smile. He knew this night must be taking its toll on the woman and he felt bad for being most of the cause for it. "Well, you can't take all the blame. You did have a magnet for trouble helping you out..."[/i] The man shook his head ruefully, glancing down at Della. She was right of course, it seemed wherever Misae went trouble always seemed to find her. Even when they hid in the most unlikeliest of places... "Assyrian..."[/color] The man turned his gaze onto the dragoness standing in front of him. "Yes..?" He said softly, leaning his head down to catch her whispers. "I need to sit down..."[/color] It was then that he noticed how pale she was. A flashback hit him of her blood on the thief's dagger and worry flew at him with a vengeance.
"Do you have any coffee?" Assyrian asked, his gaze turning up toward the woman again. Coffee had caffeine, and caffeine would give his charge an energy boost. Said energy would help her body regenerate blood until Misae could sit down and heal the wound. "There are many arteries in the human leg aren't there? Could it have nicked one..?"[/color] Della asked in her soulmate's mind, whimpering softly and touching her nose to the dragoness's fingertips. "I hope not, but with Misae, there's no telling..."[/sub][/color]
They were taking too long. A decision had been made so why didn't they go inside already? Misae's head was growing cloudy with blood loss and pain. Oh come on, this is nothing, just a scratch. She chastised herself. But it was just an act, and in vain at that. The dragoness could fool many people, but she couldn't fool herself. I need to sit down. I need to sit down now... Gods why do I ever use this form?! Misae was hurt and afraid, emotions which were quickly turning to anger. A shift could heal her, but the energy to do so could be too much in her weakened state. It was too much of a risk. If she pulled on the energies around her she could stay awake if at the very least survive the process. Hurry up Assyrian... She pleaded silently, violet eyes looking longingly up at the house.[/color]
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Post by Mama Z on Apr 18, 2011 20:32:49 GMT -6
They gave no answer. Rather, Misae spoke. Asking to sit down. Sybil frowned looking to her. She hadn't known that Misae was hurt, didn't even smell the blood in the air. Certainly it was too dark to see blood seeping down on a leg wound. She frowned at his question then gave a nod. 'I do. Um,' She had no clue what was going on. 'Let me go get some.' She wanted to ask questions but there was an urgency in his voice that she didn't want to question.
Turning on her heel, she ran back to the house. Back into the kitchen she slid the fireplace shut again, righting the fire. The kettle was on in a matter of moments and it wasn't long before she had the coffee made. It was probably weak, she never drank the stuff but hopefully it'd be good for whatever he needed it for. Taking the hot cup she moved back outside where they were resting.
'It might be slightly cold.' She assumed he didnt need it boiling hot. 'Whats going on?' [/color][/size] |
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