I woke in an unfamiliar bed, though the wooden ceiling hinted that I was back in Jorrvaskr. It was much bigger than my bed in the whelp room and I was utterly cocooned with soft pillows and blankets that carried a strangely comforting and familiar scent.
Vilkas
Groggily I pushed myself up, my head felt like tiny explosions were going off in it, my mouth was as dry as the Alik'r desert and my tongue felt like it was carpeted in fur. "Go tell them she's awake."Njada's voice snapped me out of my stupor and I pushed myself up in time to see Torvar disappear out the room. Njada's cool gaze swept over me, "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine." My voice croaked like an old man's. I glanced down at myself, all traces of injuries van-ished, skin clean and covered in my own nightshirt. "Falk Firebeard and Arcadia patched you up. You were pretty out of it, feverish and shouting." "I don't remember. Where-?" I broke off, barely able to think. Njada took pity on me, "The Circle are just finishing with Skjor's funeral. They wouldn't let us attend or pay our respects, told me and Torvar to keep an eye on you and Ria and Athis to go fetch supplies from the town. Kodlak said he'd check on you once they finished...Now drink this."
She thrust a bottle at me and I tasted one of Arcadia's bitter concoctions. Grimacing I drank it and Njada passed another foul tasting bottle and then some water, pure and refreshing. I drank it all, greedily, "Can I get some more, please?" Njada eyed me warily and nodded as she picked up the pitcher, headed for the door, "Stay there."
Eternity passed. I was hot. Burning. Like the silver. I cut off that thought before it dragged me down a dark path and tried to think rationally. Fresh air. Pleased that I had sorted that out I swung my legs out of bed, feeling as weak as a kitten, and gingerly stood. Something dark caught my eye and I glanced down to see that the floor was covered in dead crows. I couldn't make any sense of it, and my head spun but I forced herself to take a step and then another, trying to avoid the dead birds. After a painfully long time I managed to stagger to the door-frame and clung to it, trying to regain my bearings.
Left. I need to go left. Right, this may have been a mistake
I stepped out into the corridor, everything sounded like I was underwater and my head was swimming. Clutching the wall with one hand I kept staggering on. "What are you playing at, you stupid girl?"
Ah, that sounds familiar.
"I'm fine, Grumpy." There were three blurs in front of me, two with black fuzz surrounding their head and one with grey. Farkas, Vilkas and Kodlak. "I just wanted some fresh air. But the birds kept getting in my way." A gentle hand was laid on my head and Kodlak spoke, "You're freezing, Igne. You need to go back to bed." I shook my head. Why couldn't they tell that I was on fire? "I'm fine. I just need some air." Then I was scooped up and carried unceremoniously back down the corridor and dumped back on the bed before I could even register what was happening to me. I glared at the blurs and at the potion bottle thrust at my face. "Drink." That was Jarl Grump-face. I scowled and drank the vile thing and almost immediately the burning subsided and my head began to clear.
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Call of the Blood 12.1/?
Date: 2013-07-12 01:15 pm (UTC)I woke in an unfamiliar bed, though the wooden ceiling hinted that I was back in Jorrvaskr. It was much bigger than my bed in the whelp room and I was utterly cocooned with soft pillows and blankets that carried a strangely comforting and familiar scent.
Vilkas
Groggily I pushed myself up, my head felt like tiny explosions were going off in it, my mouth was as dry as the Alik'r desert and my tongue felt like it was carpeted in fur.
"Go tell them she's awake."Njada's voice snapped me out of my stupor and I pushed myself up in time to see Torvar disappear out the room.
Njada's cool gaze swept over me, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." My voice croaked like an old man's. I glanced down at myself, all traces of injuries van-ished, skin clean and covered in my own nightshirt.
"Falk Firebeard and Arcadia patched you up. You were pretty out of it, feverish and shouting."
"I don't remember. Where-?" I broke off, barely able to think.
Njada took pity on me, "The Circle are just finishing with Skjor's funeral. They wouldn't let us attend or pay our respects, told me and Torvar to keep an eye on you and Ria and Athis to go fetch supplies from the town. Kodlak said he'd check on you once they finished...Now drink this."
She thrust a bottle at me and I tasted one of Arcadia's bitter concoctions. Grimacing I drank it and Njada passed another foul tasting bottle and then some water, pure and refreshing. I drank it all, greedily, "Can I get some more, please?" Njada eyed me warily and nodded as she picked up the pitcher, headed for the door, "Stay there."
Eternity passed. I was hot. Burning. Like the silver. I cut off that thought before it dragged me down a dark path and tried to think rationally. Fresh air. Pleased that I had sorted that out I swung my legs out of bed, feeling as weak as a kitten, and gingerly stood. Something dark caught my eye and I glanced down to see that the floor was covered in dead crows. I couldn't make any sense of it, and my head spun but I forced herself to take a step and then another, trying to avoid the dead birds. After a painfully long time I managed to stagger to the door-frame and clung to it, trying to regain my bearings.
Left. I need to go left. Right, this may have been a mistake
I stepped out into the corridor, everything sounded like I was underwater and my head was swimming. Clutching the wall with one hand I kept staggering on.
"What are you playing at, you stupid girl?"
Ah, that sounds familiar.
"I'm fine, Grumpy." There were three blurs in front of me, two with black fuzz surrounding their head and one with grey. Farkas, Vilkas and Kodlak. "I just wanted some fresh air. But the birds kept getting in my way."
A gentle hand was laid on my head and Kodlak spoke, "You're freezing, Igne. You need to go back to bed."
I shook my head. Why couldn't they tell that I was on fire? "I'm fine. I just need some air."
Then I was scooped up and carried unceremoniously back down the corridor and dumped back on the bed before I could even register what was happening to me.
I glared at the blurs and at the potion bottle thrust at my face.
"Drink." That was Jarl Grump-face. I scowled and drank the vile thing and almost immediately the burning subsided and my head began to clear.