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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:57 am
Her injuries hadn't been life threatening, hardly anything really compared to the handful of others that had to be carried out of the kitchens. So for her minorly burnt arm and some itchy achey lungs Menthe should have been ready to go 'home' after a couple of hours in the magical infirmary. But a couple hours had become several, and before no time an entire day had passed.
It seemed that the healing powers however did not extend to less physical injuries.
She had barely spoken in the time since the attack, and when food had been offered her way she'd simply sighed, passing on each meal. Mostly she just sat silently and stared at nothing, or mindlessly soothed the creases in the pieces of paper she clung to. The secretary had been very adament about keeping the papers throughout everything.
The end was nigh. Who would have ever though Menthe, the picture of reasonability and logic, would be parroting the crazy street prophets.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 1:10 pm
Fritz had spent several days just thinking.
His mind seemed to be an insane jumble of thoughts that were all twisted and convoluted with one another, to the point where nothing seemed clear anymore.
Which was strange, since that moment - that one moment when his fingers had touched the cold metal of the golden coin when everything seemed to be crystal clear and the world seemed to shift and right itself - had been only three days ago.
It seemed so long ago. But now that moment of clarity had worn off, leaving Fritz feeling more confused than ever. Now he sat at in front of one of the glassy pools outside of the Virgo outpost - his favorite place, perhaps by now - just staring down at his reflection, a small frown on his face.
He did not know what to think now. He had once been Fritz St. James, a rather silly cartoonist, and now...now he was a Knight, sworn to protect the Princess of the Zodiac.
It was mind boggling.
He went back inside after several moments, walking absently through the entrance hall of Virgo, his mind lost in thought.
At least until a flash of familiar pale hair caught his eye. Fritz stopped walking abruptly and backtracked, his gaze flickering to the young woman sitting on a sleeping bag near the back of the infirmary. Without hesitating, he walked through the throngs of beds and blankets until he was right in front of her, kneeling down.
"...Menthe?" Fritz said softly. "Menthe? Are you all right?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 1:44 pm
It was the second use of her name that finally drew her eyes upwards, peering distantly through her glasses until she settled on the source. Oh...? Oh! "Fritz..?"
Her hands lifted from her lap slowly and up towards him, the half a dozen sheets of paper making a soft crinkling noise as she held them out towards him. They were for him, she remembered quite clearly now.
"I'm... okay." She stated after a moment, though how convincing the statement was was up for debate.
Her breath and voice hitched in her throat. Did he know? Had he seen yet how hopeless it was? She didn't want to tell him if he didn't know.... The very thought turned her empty stomach. Perhaps the fact that it was empty was a good thing..
"I'm glad I found you to give you these." Menthe offered softly.
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