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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2b/?
Date: 2013-09-24 03:43 am (UTC)“Are you hurt?” he asked her.
“No,” she wheezed. “I’m—I’m sorry for the mess. I can pay for any—”
Farengar wasn’t listening. “Why didn’t you call for me?” he shouted at her face. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. “You could have died!”
Olria’s head bobbed back and forth. “Stop it!” she said, thrusting him away. With the back of her arm, she wiped at the soot on her face. She only succeeded in smudging the ash. “I thought I had it under control.”
“You’re an idiot,” Farengar snarled.
“This,” Olria said, pointing at her mentor. “This is exactly what I’d been hoping to avoid!” Tears sprang into her eyes. “Haven’t I disappointed you enough without this whole mess?” Her voice shook.
Farengar rolled back on his heels. “You would rather die,” he said, “than see me angry with you?”
Olria nodded. Tears squeezed out of her eyes, leaving pale streaks on her soot-covered features. “I imagine you’ll dismiss me now,” she said. “Send me back home. My two months are nearly up.”
Farengar felt a headache beginning. He grimaced and held his forehead. “Hold on,” he said. “I am still stuck on the part where you would rather die than call to me for help.”
“It’s not a hard concept,” Olria said. She sniffed, her eyes becoming steely. “You’ve never liked me. All I am is an interruption to your studies. I bet you even hoped I’d actually burn myself to a crisp just so you wouldn’t have to deal with me.”
Farengar felt his face flush hot. Her words struck a little too close to the mark. Hadn’t he thought something along those lines during her first day at Dragonsreach? Guilt stirred in his belly. He felt sick.
His apprentice would rather die than see him angry with her.
And, gods, he knew he deserved that, too.
Not knowing what else to do, Farengar stood. He went to his alchemy station and grabbed some fresh cloths and a full washbasin. He set them on the desk. “Here,” he said. “Clean yourself up. I will not dismiss you. You… are doing very well with restoration magic.” He looked away. “I would be a fool to send you back home, now.”
Olria stood and stared into the washbasin as if Farengar had poisoned the water. After a moment, she dunked her hands and began rubbing the ash from her skin.
“Olria,” Farengar asked, standing nearby, “what were you doing, anyway?”
The woman looked up. “Practicing,” she muttered.
Farengar threw his hands into the air. “At half past three in the morning?”
“You were up, too. Don’t sound so surprised.”
The court wizard dropped his arms. “Right. Fair enough. Is this a regular occurrence?”
“Yes.”
No wonder why she progressed so fast. He had truly underestimated her dedication. The woman had run herself into the ground. She was skinnier than when she’d come to Dragonsreach – alarmingly so, in fact. And she walked around as if in a dream. When did she even find a chance to sleep?
Farengar’s head began to pound harder. In any other circumstances, Olria would be a woman after his own heart –she liked to stay up late studying as much as him. But this – this entire situation was a nightmare. At this rate, she’d waste away to nothing. Her spell had likely misfired because of her complete exhaustion.
“I think you should take a few days off,” Farengar said. “Away from the temple, too.”
Olria’s head jerked up with alarm. Terror flashed across her features.
“I already told you I will not dismiss you, damn it,” Farengar said. “But you need to rest. When was the last time you ate or slept?”
Olria had to pause and think. “I ate breakfast… but I was at the temple all day. I didn’t have time to eat… and then when I came back here…”
“Almost at midnight,” Farengar reminded her.
“…Almost at midnight,” Olria repeated. “Well, then I realized I’d wasted the entire day at the temple and hadn’t worked on my magic as you’d instructed yesterday.”
“So you’ve been practicing for the past three hours. Without a noontime meal or dinner.” Farengar shook his head. “Tell me, did you at least sleep last night?”
“Two hours. I was busy perfecting grand healing, sir.”
Farengar couldn’t decide if his apprentice was brilliant or a total moron.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2b/?
Date: 2013-09-24 02:59 pm (UTC)"In any other circumstances, Olria would be a woman after his own heart – she liked to stay up late studying as much as him. But this – this entire situation was a nightmare."
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2b/?
Date: 2014-06-29 10:18 pm (UTC)Hehe, love this. Best line so far:
“Hold on,” he said. “I am still stuck on the part where you would rather die than call to me for help.”
Gave me a big grin. That is so Farengar.