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Aylwen Dreamsong · 08-04-2003, 09:24 PM

He was alive! Cartil wasn't dead! Jesslyn took Laurel's outstretched hand warily, but pulled herself up without depending too much on Laurel's strength. Jesslyn wasn't sure which was worse: Cartil possibly being dead or Cartil being captive of the Wild Men. Jesslyn shook the thought from her mind, and was filled with a new resolve to find Cartil and save him no matter what the cost. Her famly wouldn't stand for it any other way.

Laurel led the delusional Jesslyn back through the words, carefully avoiding anything that they might trip over in their weariness. Jesslyn felt like going to sleep, but wondered if that meant she'd never wake up if she did. Jesslyn's thoughts wandered every which way, from the outcome of the battle for Alphirion to what her sister was cooking that night for dinner. At least her fears had been faced and she had survived the night, or so Jesslyn reasoned.

When Laurel and Jesslyn successfully navigated their way out of the woods and back to the side street behind the healing house, Laurel was limping slightly and Jesslyn was hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand to try and ease the ache. They entered the healing house some time later but still walking as quickly as they could. Both Jesslyn and Laurel were weak and tired, and the first thing they did was flag down a healer for help.

Jesslyn and Laurel were soon seperated for care, and Laurel said she would be back later after she had talked to Ohtaredan and Herebrand. Jesslyn's shoulder and back wounds were cared for first, but then the healers tended to her head wound and gave Jesslyn some sort of medicating tea for her fever and headache.

Jesslyn went through the care and medication with anxious acceptance, wanting everything to be over and done with. She knew that every minute she spent in the healing house was another moment that Cartil could be dying through. When was the last time anyone had seen Cartil? If it had been so long, or too long, perhaps it was already too late! Jesslyn hated feeling she was wasting her time in the healing house, and yet she knew she had to wait for the opportune time when everyone who could help was ready. But still Jesslyn knew that precious time was slipping away.

08-04-2003, 09:24 PM	#158
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	He was alive! Cartil wasn't dead! Jesslyn took Laurel's outstretched hand warily, but pulled herself up without depending too much on Laurel's strength. Jesslyn wasn't sure which was worse: Cartil possibly being dead or Cartil being captive of the Wild Men. Jesslyn shook the thought from her mind, and was filled with a new resolve to find Cartil and save him no matter what the cost. Her famly wouldn't stand for it any other way. Laurel led the delusional Jesslyn back through the words, carefully avoiding anything that they might trip over in their weariness. Jesslyn felt like going to sleep, but wondered if that meant she'd never wake up if she did. Jesslyn's thoughts wandered every which way, from the outcome of the battle for Alphirion to what her sister was cooking that night for dinner. At least her fears had been faced and she had survived the night, or so Jesslyn reasoned. When Laurel and Jesslyn successfully navigated their way out of the woods and back to the side street behind the healing house, Laurel was limping slightly and Jesslyn was hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand to try and ease the ache. They entered the healing house some time later but still walking as quickly as they could. Both Jesslyn and Laurel were weak and tired, and the first thing they did was flag down a healer for help. Jesslyn and Laurel were soon seperated for care, and Laurel said she would be back later after she had talked to Ohtaredan and Herebrand. Jesslyn's shoulder and back wounds were cared for first, but then the healers tended to her head wound and gave Jesslyn some sort of medicating tea for her fever and headache. Jesslyn went through the care and medication with anxious acceptance, wanting everything to be over and done with. She knew that every minute she spent in the healing house was another moment that Cartil could be dying through. When was the last time anyone had seen Cartil? If it had been so long, or too long, perhaps it was already too late! Jesslyn hated feeling she was wasting her time in the healing house, and yet she knew she had to wait for the opportune time when everyone who could help was ready. But still Jesslyn knew that precious time was slipping away. __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.