Kleine Krahe
"Lucias!" Osena's voice echoed through the halls of the upstairs early in the morning. The sun was rising, the colors of the brilliant sunrise shining through the windows. She burst into Lucias's room and jumped on his bed, lifting a hand to keep her long hair out of her face. She looked at her startled brother, who sat up in his bed and looked around as if something were wrong. She couldn't help but laugh at his expression. How she missed seeing his face! "You look so funny when you first wake up."
"Osena, what is going on?" He kept looking around for an intruder that would have caused Osena to cause a ruckus so early. But she was laughing! He was beginning to wonder if that potion not working last night had made her snap. If so, he needed to get her home where she belonged so she could get better. He started to throw the sheets off so he could get up, but he stopped as he swung his legs to the side of the bed. Why was she talking about how he looked when he wakes up? He looked at her face again, his mind finally waking up enough to pay a little bit more attention. The acid scars still riddled the pale skin around her eyes, but staring at him weren't the pair of cloudy grey eyes he expected, but the bright pastel pink eyes she had before those demons caught her. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, looking again to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. "Can you...really see me? Everything?"
Osena excitedly nodded and hugged her brother. "I can see you, and I saw my room, and I see your room, and I see...the sunrise!" She jumped up and pulled open the balcony doors, leaning over the railing and looking at the sky. It was ablaze with beautiful oranges, purples, and reds. She shivered as a breeze crept its way in and she realized that it was still rather cold outside. She turned and practically skipped to the door. "Get dressed Lucias, we're going flying!" With that, she disappeared into her own room to dress warm enough to keep the chill away while they were in the sky.
-- Kaaay so this is long.. Sorry. Figured I owed ya though biggrin --
It was dark but the Fae didn't mind, back pressed to the ground and hands buried in the earth. Her emerald gaze stared up at the stars and the sleepy whispers of the flowers filled her ears and calmed her turning thoughts. The Earth here wasn't as loud as within her home nor were the flowers the same or the tree's but they still had the same effect and that was what counted. After all she could have been shipped off to a land completely alien to her own and devoid of sentient vegetation. Closing her eye's she tried imagining such a place and upon failing her thoughts shifted to the plant Riquozi had explained to her from his home. For the umpteenth time she wondered if those were sentient or life less. If she had been sent there instead there instead of here would she have ever met Riquozi? Would he have even looked at her if she had?
The last time she had seen either Osena or Riquozi was that fateful day when she gave the Angel the potion named Visum and helped the potion rebuild what the acid had eaten before telling the angel to rest up. The fairy wondered if it worked like she hoped it did. If Osena could see or if Tess just set her up for some big disappointment? Would the Angel now need glasses or was she colour blind? Maybe only black and white or her depth perception could be gone? She wasn't even going to think about the thought of the potion only rebuilding half the eyes or not being able to duplicate what was once there because acid and time had eaten away all the evidence, help or not it could have utterly failed. She could have caused more damage then was already there. Swallowing, Tess tried to steer her thoughts down another avenue and succeeded as questions of the Angel's brother pounced into her mind. Did Riquozi really inflict harm on Osena's brother? If so, why? Mostly though she wondered why she hadn't been there for it? Been there for Riquozi?
Tess shook her head, tumbling these questions around wasn't helping anyone. Neither were they helping her mood. Guilt and worry ate at her till she felt like she was angry and the only thing keeping her from imploding was the Earth she had latched herself into. With a sigh she pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled her fingers from the Earth. She shook the loose dirt from her hands and standing, she shook out her sundress and cardigan. Pulling her hair back she secured it in a ponytail, a shockingly human fashion trend she had rarely ever indulged in. Indulging herself seemed to be the theme for the evening but now she had put her off to long and she needed to pull herself back together. She had set aside the cleaning of the guest wing for this evening and she had put it off long enough. Whispering, she bid the flowers sweet dreams in her own tongue and then headed through the garden to the back doors of the guest wing. Laundry, sweeping, dusting and bed making all needed to be done before she allowed herself anymore down time.
Inside she quickly made her way to the linen closet and packed a rolley cart with everything she would need for the bottom floor then she methodically worked through each room until they met her high standards. While she worked she sang soft tunes that she had learned as a child and wisps of hair broke free of her hair tie to frame her face. Still she was smiling and soon the work was complete and she was back at the closet. Now the next floor, closing the closet door Tess headed for the stairs. Seems a little brooding followed by some hard work could really turn one's mood around.
-- Also I just quoted the last thing relating to this... I just realized the times are messed though lol --