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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 3:08 pm
Smiling only slightly, Ursa got up to stand next to the bed. "Pappila's just fine now, she's physically as healthy as you are. Thing is, she was trapped in her window before she could talk, so she isn't even as talkative as you, Mr. Stoic and Noble Knight." Ursa frowned, thinking for a moment before she continued. "I think that you are going to be just fine, so...you can go about whatever you want to as long as you follow a couple of rules. First: You must stay inside the castle at all times. Second: You have to check in with me regularly. Third: I want you to spend at least some of your time each day with one of the members of the court having them teach you somthing. OK?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 4:00 pm
He took in her words, eyes unfocused and mouth set into a hard, unyielding line that looked misplaced on the face of one so young. He allowed the knight comment to slide, not truly understanding if Ursa was attempting to mock him or simply allude to the profession he had once held.
Was I a knight? I made it that far and I was still too weak to fight off one little attack?
"Yes, ma'am." He said dutifully, sliding out from underneath the sheets to come to a stand. Equus was still sore in places, but he did not dispute the shaman's claim that he was fine: The wounds he held weren't of the visible sort.
"Do I have a room somewhere?" He questioned, tilting his head toward the door so that she wouldn't spot the crestfallen expression on his face. "I don't... I don't remember."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 4:18 pm
Offering Equus a hand up, Ursa begins to exit the room, but stops, and kneels down so that she can look him in the eye. "Alright, I'll show you to your room on one condition." Her smile became only slightly flinty. "That condition is: You arn't allowed to blame yourself for this, or call yourself weak. This was the kind of thing that is the responsibility of a mage or shaman, and even I could not do anything to prevent it. The King said as much when it happened. The only way you can recover from this, and therefore qualify as being well and able to leave my care, is if you accept that this was not a failing on your part. I know you will, since you were and will be the best warrior I have ever seen, short of the King himself." Ending her short lecture, Ursa smiled at her young charge. With luck, he would come out right.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 5:00 pm
It was his father's disapproving face in his mind that kept the boy's mouth from dropping open in surprise. He hadn't expected that he was being quite so obvious about his disenchantment with the current situation, but then he was merely a child and adults were confusing at their best moments.
"I don't know if I can do that, Miss Ursa," He said honestly, wings giving a brief flap of uneasiness. He would have preferred to tell her precisely what she wished to hear, but the Fey felt that lying at this point was a bit underneath him.
After a lengthy pause, Equus offered her a shy, uncertain smile. "But I will try, because you asked me to."
And because you think that I can.
"Is that alright?" He really wanted to go to his room and see if there was anything familiar, but at the same time he was afraid that the objects he had likely handled mere days before would be just as alien as everything else.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:43 am
Never let it be said, Ursa thought, that knowing ones patients is a bad thing. She nodded, and then stood up and started out of the door, turning back to look at him once she was in the hall.
"Well? Are you coming?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:50 am
Equus nodded quickly and moved to tail her, pleased that she had accepted his compromise. The boy was still tired, and sincerely hoped he had a cot or something to sleep in once he reached his quarters.
He didn't want to think about the spell which had caused him to lose him memories and years any longer, at least not until he'd had a chance to absorb what he had already been told. Perhaps when Pappila was older, he could speak with her about it as well: she was the only other who knew exactly what he was coping with.
Now if only he could be certain she wouldn't scorn him...
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 2:14 pm
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 10:34 am
Impossible. Completely impossible. I've looked at the problem from every angle, studying to the point of near total seclusion after the rather troublesome birth of Cervus's daughter, Tamia. The tasks before me are simply too great to solve alone, but none of the other Fey seem to have the time to aid me. I really wish Papilla was currently mature enough to help me with this. Actually, I just wish anyone would help me with this...its so lonely working by myself, and I need someone to bounce ideas and theories off of. It would help if they were educated in some form of the magical arts, though.
I really just wish I had someone to spend time with. It seems that lately I havn't spent time with anyone, and I barely manage to toss off a quick "hello" in the hallway when I pass one of the others. I can feel myself growing more isolated from them, and I hate it.
That's it, I'm going to go out and find someone to chat with. I don't CARE who it is
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