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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 8, 2017 4:48:10 GMT
Time off was something of a challenge for Niera, the commander had refused her plea to continue her work on the reasoning that she was exhausted and needed to stop; stopping was easier said than done. Only ever having taken a sick day seven times in the last milennia, the Lieutenant struggled with the idea of having time off for being unfit to work. Admittedly the time off that she was given did not count as a sick day, the army had given it to her freely and where most people appreciated the sentiment Niera hated it still. Rather than taking the time to rest, the lieutenant had gone around the town doing errands for herself and the platoon. For the men she'd managed to get her hands on some small nik naks for the journeys ahead, a barrel of wine that she had divided into flasks and three large pound bags of boiled sweets. Half of which she kept for the men and the other half she kept in her house in case she ever needed them. Among these tasks, the warrior endeavoured to give her thanks to the commander and had sought out his address. Adorned in a beautiful long flowing gown of white and red koi like patterns accompanied by a delicate selection of ruby jewellery, Niera had dressed for elegance. Weaving her away around the cobblestone streets the Lieutenant garnered more than a few curious looks on her way past the poorer distracts. Armed with nothing but a basket of high quality foods and a bottle of wine she took care to make haste as she made her way to palace. Many of the townsfolk knew her for the work she did helping the less than fortunate, but there was still cause to be wary. So many people knowing who she was offered to compromise her safety, and thus she made great haste. The location wasn't hard to find, it had been offered to her just in case she needed to find him in a situation of dire need. Though this situation was not a dire one, after all they had been through, she felt the need to give thanks none the less. Welcomed with as much warmth as nobility had to offer, the warrior was invited in by one of the several servants that attended the palace. " I am okay, thank you." The lieutenant declined the butler's offered to take her things. With a quick bow he then kindly lead her to the commander's quatres. Over the years her work had seen her garner some familiarity with the palace but even through all those years, she still considered the place a maze. "Here you are madamme," the butler halted in front of one of the several dozen doors scattered along the royal halls. " May the light watch over you," the lady gathered the basket in both of her hands and smiled as she watched the butler walk out of sight. Knock, knock, knock...Her curled fist lightly tapped against the wood. This was the moment of truth. Solara Ell Polst |
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 8, 2017 5:44:07 GMT
Solara had been lazy that day. She felt a little ill, a cold or something of the sort most likely but it had been enough to keep her from going and working on her ranch. She had spent the day in Connor's quarters after he had made a very quick escape that morning at the first sign of a sniffle. Sometimes she thought he was just terrified of germs in general, the gloves. Running from a runny nose like it would kill him. But whatever floated his boat. She had just stepped into the small front room and poured some more whiskey into her cup that also had an herbal tea mix in it. One she had heard was good for colds but she just couldn't stomach it alone. When there was a knock on the door she turned to look at it suspiciously. Knocks weren't something that came often and she really wasn't in the mood to hear some stuffy noble fawning over how fantastic the Commander was. She was well aware but it was something she would prefer to hear when she wasn't freezing from a fever.
Solara walked over to the door and undid the lock. She was dressed down as usual in a simple blouse and slacks. Her dark curls pinned sloppily against the back of her head and her lightly freckled cheeks red from the fever. She pulled the door open to see a beautiful blond woman standing there holding wine and what looked like a basket of food.
Shit. Was this one of Connor's ladies? Normally she would have been entertained by such a meeting but in that moment she sniffed and rubbed her red nose with the back of her hand before forcing a polite smile onto her face. Even if she didn't like being here this was Connor's home. She had to try to be nice. "You must be looking for Connor." She said, one hand gesturing to the basket. It looked as if they were going to have a nice little picnic. Maybe she had the time wrong or something. "He left earlier but I'm sure he's around somewhere." She rolled her lips between her teeth, coughing softly but covering it with her arm. "Is he late for your date? Maybe one of his men can drag him down here..."
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 8, 2017 6:30:49 GMT
Patiently waiting Niera was surprised when she found a woman opening the commander's door. A cute girl with long dark locks of dark hair that met her shoulders, pale skin and dark, tired eyes that eluded to some form of sickness. Concerned more for the girl than the gift she intended the commander, Niera waited for the young woman to finish talking before jumping to make statement. This 'date' unknown to her caused a flicker of confusion over her face, she had not bothered to question the commander's private life before. Surely he was at work, had the commander lied? "No my lady," the warrior offered the girl a soft, collected smile "I'm his new lieutenant. I wanted to give a gift of hope for the future for him and his spouse should he have one..." her words trailed off and she studied the stranger from head to toe "If it please you, I've studied natural medicines for over a millennia. I could cook something up?" The situation was already a bit awkward and she didn't want to state the obvious or embarrass the girl further by pointing out her sickness.
Judging by the girl's appearance it became clear to Niera the woman had stayed over the night, a friends maybe? Her mind drifted to the possibility that the commander could be a man without a moral compass when it came to women. A stern look of furrowed disappointment passed across her face, if this was indeed his spouse with an open appreciation that her husband slept with other women Niera was unsure if she would bring herself to be a part of the man's company. Not that it would have come as a surprise to her, from what little she had seen of he man he was far from what she would have considered ugly and the majority of the humanity's populace would be willing to line up for his title. Acts like those were what separated the holy from the broken or misguided.
Sympathetic Niera offered the woman the basket and the warmth returned to her ancient and elusive expression. "Here. Take this in his stead," for now she accepted the mistake for what it was and chose not to further judge either party in this situation "If anything you might have more use for it."
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 8, 2017 7:09:47 GMT
Solara watched the woman and leaned against the door as she listened. A gift of hope? How quaint. One of her dark brows rose at the woman's curious way of speaking. "That's...nice." She fumbled for the words. Normally she had much more poise but when she felt like the dead she just couldn't find it in her to be eloquent. "And Connor has no spouse but I'm sure he will appreciate the gift." Maybe. She didn't really know. But she just wanted to go curl up in bed and sleep this off. Maybe drink some more whiskey to take the edge off.
Cook something up. Solara eyed her curiously. But the idea was tempting. Feeling a little better would be fantastic, she was missing out on an entire day of work because of this cold. She reached out to take the basket when it was offered. Still looking perplexed by the whole meeting. His new lieutenant was very...tight laced. From what she could garner at least. "If you know a quick remedy for a cold I would be greatfull." She said hesitantly. It was better than tracking down one of the castle healers at least. And then she would have to hear them prattle on about all the gossip that had spread since her arrival. That Connor had settled down, that the Polst house would be rising in society again. None of it true of course but annoying when she felt rough.
She stepped back then with a slight dip of her head to invite the woman inside. She sat the basket down on the table and decided to forgo the tea mixture and took a drink straight out of her flask. "I don't believe I caught your name." She said smoothly, her dark eyes moving over the woman. Such elegance. A noble perhaps? Or just raised strictly maybe. "I'm Solara El Polst. But I prefer to just be called Solara."
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 8, 2017 8:02:21 GMT
Invited into the room Niera became very aware of the clack of her heels against the marble floor as she entered the beautiful yet barren establishment that her commander chose to call home. "I'm sorry to hear that he does not have someone to share his life with," the lieutenant commented as her eyes wandered the room in search of the kitchens. She hoped the commander's cupboards were not as bare as the decor.
"I don't believe I caught your name." The words deserved her attention. Twirling around to meet Solara's curious chocolate gaze, Niera recognised the familiar act of scanning over her just as she had done to Solara only a few moments ago. "I am Lieutenant Niera Aelysra Venrali, Medic and Shield Maiden of the Immortal Army. You may address me in any way that suits you Lady Solara," the warrior announced her full title and wandered away from Solara to study if there was really anything of interest, sadly to find very little. Poor girl, she must be so bored cooped up sick in a place like this.
"Right," the lieutenant announced, gradually finding her way into the kitchen "I'm going to make you something to tide you over for a while then we're going shopping. The commander can scold me if he likes, this place is as about exciting as an elephant's backside." Even in the army the commander had never looked after his men as well as he probably could have done, and the fact that he could leave such a beautiful young girl locked up in this space with little to look at but the marble walls would have been torture to her. Niera searched through the cupboards for what she could find, picking out items she could use to put a concoction together; Honey, Lemon, Ginger Root... she scanned for more items that might be of some use to clearing up the cold and noticed the whiskey left out on the side. It appeared Solara had tried to use the drink to take matters into her own hands. The Lieutenant's expression dropped, alcohol only weakened the immune system. Much to her own surprise Commander Connor appeared to have some herbs tucked away in the back of a draw, they were the exactly what she needed. The only thing she couldn't fathom was why they were that well hidden in the first place, was he too a healer? Shrugging away her questions, Niera's thoughts returned to helping Solara. Grabbing a dried orange flower from his hidden stash, the Lieutenant started to boil water over the stove and crushed the roots and flowers into a fine powder.
Just as she had treated many before Solara, Niera's work was quick and precise. Not a wasted movement, the medic paid careful attention to her work whilst ensuring she didn't neglect her patient "Do you too work in the military, Lady Solara?" she asked, approaching the conversation from a more delicate position. Statements packed with assumption often lead nowhere.
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 8, 2017 8:43:59 GMT
Solara couldn't help but grin at the woman's reply to Connor's eternal bachelor status. "I'm sure he gets by alright." She replied, just barely holding back a chuckle. She wouldn't say anything that might affect Connor...but damn if it wasn't hard to make some little remark when his Lieutenant was all concerned about him being 'alone'. Solara took another drink of the whiskey and decided to take a seat at the table. She watched the woman with a strange expression as she rattled off her name and titles. Court life was such a pain. She preferred the simple folk that could actually just give you a name without bragging about their life's accomplishments in the process.
"Well that was a mouthful." She replied. Solara could only stomach the niceties of court for so long before they began to chafe her. "I dislike titles so please, just Solara. I gave up my titles long ago." Yes, she was the little black sheep of immortal court. The one who would dare give up such a luxurious wonderful life. Her dark eyes narrowed as the woman skittered away to began pilfering through the cabinets. Regret settling into her gut. She should have known better than to invite anyone at court inside. Connor was one of the very few whose companionship she enjoyed, likely because around her was much less the rigid Commander.
"I really just want a cure for this cold. I'm a little too busy for a shopping trip....but I appreciate the sentiment." A soft rejection. A much softer one than she would normally give but the woman seemed friendly and well-meaning. If naive. "No, I do not." She replied to the question posed to her. She hardly had the attitude for it. Solara was as stubborn as a bull when she felt like it. She hardly had the skills or desire to enlist either. Connor had been teaching her about daggers when her ranch had been attacked. Since she had obviously had little time to continue them and Connor was gone nearly always.
"I own-owned a ranch in the Grasslands over in Mir. There was a fire so I'm working on rebuilding." No use in giving a perfect stranger all the sordid details. She took another sip of her drink. "How long have you been a soldier Niera? Forgive me for saying so but I assume its been a long while. You are a bit...tight laced." Her lips curled into a smile, her words were truly not meant to offend but she did do so on occasion without intending to.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 8, 2017 9:26:41 GMT
Softening at her response, it was painfully easy to see Solara's disdain at her countenance despite the help that she offered to the woman. "I'm sure he gets by alright," she was old enough to sense something in the irony of her presence that amused the girl in a way Niera thought a little disturbing, "Indeed," the soldier carried on making the brew as Solara voiced her distaste for the way Niera introduced herself. "I dislike titles so please, just Solara. I gave up my titles long ago." Understanding of the girl's frustration, where many would have argued Niera kept quiet. She was not privy to the reactions of another immortal, nor blamed an individual for their anger. Over the years she'd found that anger with such things was mostly reactive, based upon issues that lingered from their past.
Crunch, crunch, crunch she beat the spoon against the bowl that she'd used as an improvised mortar and pestle. "I really just want a cure for this cold. I'm a little too busy for a shopping trip....but I appreciate the sentiment." Niera smiled quietly to herself, the girl quite rightly ignored her attempt to be jovial with her. To speak of the behind of an animal was something of a rarity for the Lieutenant, in normal circumstances she too would have considered the notion rude. "I apologise. I shouldn't have been rude," the lieutenant followed with an apology as she finished the powder and leaned against the counter, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling.
As Niera had guessed Solara was not from the military, but a worker of a different sort. Working on a ranch, though a less glorifying job in the eyes of the kingdom was still respectable. Ever since she was little, the warrior had loved animals. She felt that in some way they were easier than humans, less politics, less anger, less frustration and easy to love. Training her eyes to the floor, Niera's mind went back through the thousands of horses she had trained with over the years, their names, their deaths. There was always so much death, so many lives she had to remember, lives she had treasured.
The sharp sound the steaming kettle drew Niera away from the depths of her dark thoughts back into cold grasp of reality. "How long have you been a soldier Niera? Forgive me for saying so but I assume its been a long while. You are a bit...tight laced." The words barely reached her ears and for a few moments she paused to take a breath, hoping these questions wouldn't go so far that she would have to face a horrible memory. She allowed a sullen silence to linger as she poured the water into a cup, added the finely ground powder then mixed it in with the honey and lemon.
"Over two thousand years," a solemn sorrow entered the Lieutenant's voice as she turned away from the counter to offer Solara the drink "think of me as you will." There was nothing she needed to confirm or deny to the young woman. She had no feeling of remorse, no hatred, no malice toward anyone; only the need to help and maintain her desire to do the things that made her feel good. "Working at a ranch sounds like a wonderful job," the warrior gently released the cup into Solara's hands and retreated a few paces back "I would like to ask more, but if you are busy then I would rather not disturb you any longer."
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 8, 2017 19:59:50 GMT
"You weren't rude." Solara had replied with a small smile. This entire interaction was quite...strange to be certain. But rude? No. The silence stretched after Solara had asked about her military life and she wondered if perhaps it was a sore point. Odd...given that she had just been raised to Lieutenant. She watched in silence as the water and powder were mixed. Her analytical eye taking in the way Niera moved. The almost droop to her shoulders as if the mention of her time was unpleasant.
"I'm impressed." She commented carefully. Not sure if it was her refusal of the offer to go shopping or the question about her time in the military that had upset the woman so. She took the cup but didn't sip. Staring quizzically at Niera her head tilted slightly. "I have offended you." She said, not really asking but stating it. Solara hated feeling as if she were walking on egg shells with anyone. Perhaps that was why she got along better with those who could dish it back to her and not crumble under her unintended barbs.
She took a small sip from the cup and wrinkled her nose at the taste but took another drink regardless. Medicine couldn't be expected to taste nice. "It suits me." She said with a smile. She could talk about her ranch, her horses, for ages. But now those memories were tinged with a bit of sadness. Solara wasn't one to wallow, however. "I'm not busy but I wouldn't blame you if you chose to slip away." Solara said with a soft laugh that immediately turned into a cough. She took another drink from the cup.
"Thank you for making this. I hated to bother the healers here." Among other reasons but she didn't really think her current company would appreciate her sense of humor. "Connor has been kind to you I hope? Or have you served under him for a while now?"
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 8, 2017 21:46:15 GMT
"You weren't rude."
Niera could feel the judgement that sept through the gates of Solara's dark eyes, eliciting an awkward bow of the warrior's head as her eyes broke away from the intensity of the girl's gaze to carefully study the floorboards. For whatever reason the warrior felt as if speaking with someone much younger than herself, maybe a child even though Solara did not appear to be young."I have offended you," from that statement alone she knew that Solara's understanding of the world differed greatly to her own. "No," the lieutenant assured, raising her head to look Solara in the eye once again, the ranch girl looked on edge "I just don't have a lot to say."
Even when she had been young Niera had not been known for talking, she had found that speaking needlessly caused others not to listen as intently when attempting to convey a message. Actions had always been the warrior's stronger suit, rather to be seen than heard she did whatever she could have done in the most polite and loving way she saw possible. She watched as Solara took a sip of the drink "It suits me." Surprised, the warrior raised her brow almost in disbelief at the comment. Although she had tried her best to ease the bitterness of the flower that she offered Niera had never known it to be a tasteful drink. "It's medicine. It is okay if you don't like it," her gaze fell to the whiskey drink Solara had been drinking previously "...but please, for the sake of your health don't drink any more alcohol until you are well again."
Contradictory to her previous statements Solara confirmed that she had lied about being busy. As a person who was often very honest about her life, the lieutenant did not appreciate the deception but accepted that the girl might have her reasons. How was she going to make it clear to the girl that everything was okay? She didn't have to lie. "It's alright. Solara," Niera relented, returning to the kitchen to pack away the several items she had used to create the healing liquid, carefully placing each ingredient neatly into each draw or cupboard "We are both only immortals after all. If you would like me to stay I will stay."
"Thank you for making this. I hated to bother the healers here." there was a pause, "Connor has been kind to you I hope? Or have you served under him for a while now?"
Leaving suddenly became less of a prospect with the questions that followed. "As kind as a commanding officer is to anyone that is under them," she replied, using a small dab of water from the cleaning bucket to wash down the bowl she had used "We do not speak much of pleasantries or personal lives." Something about the way the girl using the commander's name so casually irked Niera, she'd never heard anyone refer to him as Connor before. "And you?" the lieutenant then asked "Has he been treating you well?"
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 8, 2017 22:29:54 GMT
The whole situation felt...awkward. Solara stared down at the cup she held and didn't speak until the mention of her alcohol was brought up. She looked over at the flask and back to Niera. "Believe me, without that I would be much worse off." Hell, she could use a few swings of it. Might loosen her up a bit. But Solara felt that if she offered she would probably offend the woman, and all of her forefathers. Solara didn't respond when Niera offered to stay, along with the statement that they were both only immortals. She felt as if she had said, did, something and set this conversation in an odd direction.
Perhaps her manners were a bit rusty, but she didn't think they were absolutely horrible. After the mention of Connor as the answer that he was as kind as could be Solara nodded. Holding the cup she idly rolled the dark liquid around inside it. "Yes, I can see why personal things would remain personal. Superiors and all that." It would be hard to look up to someone who you knew wet the bed until they were twelve or something of that nature. But ranks and the like were never something that interested Solara. She preferred a much more relaxed atmosphere and could be quite bossy herself at times.
She took another sip and swallowed it down quickly. Her dark eyes moving back to Niera when she turned the question around. Something felt...strange about the way it had been posed to her. Was she being accused of something? Suspected? It was cat and mouse games just like this one that made her long for the evenings at her table with her staff seated around. Joking jovially and drinking to assuage their aches and pains. She was a little stumped for just how to answer. Not wanting to give the wrong impression as if her and Connor were about to be wed or something but also not wanting to come off like a common harlot.
She had known him almost a day before she slept with him. That counted for something right? "Yes, we get along well enough." She replied. Purposefully cryptic.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 8, 2017 23:45:37 GMT
"Believe me, without that I would be much worse off."Niera's expression darkened, there was nothing she could do for a woman who didn't want to help herself. Drying the last of the tools she had used to create the girl a drink, she found herself out of things to do again. " Yes, I can see why personal things would remain personal. Superiors and all that." Inhaling a deep breath, the Lieutenant stopped at the counter to spend a singular moment of peace inside of her own head, starting to feel her own dizziness. She had been so worried about Solara that she had truly pushed her body too far. Where she had meant to be relaxing, she was once again working with a woman who barely knew her and by the way the Solara had received her, she was not welcome. Quietly regaining her composure, the lieutenant gently packed away the plates, careful not to knock anything over. Everything was done, the house was clean again and she'd managed to at least managed to assist the commander's friend with a small token. Departing from the counter with cat like grace Niera returned to stand in front of Solara " I'm glad," the words were whispered with a serene, sorrowful and heartfelt sincerity, " treasure the moments you have alive with the people that are close to you, they won't be there forever." The lieutenant wasn't sure she could remain composed for too much longer, in the back of her mind she could feel the gentle haze of fatigue start to drown her thoughts. She could not let something so trivial overcome her, though it might be wise for her to prepare to leave. " Make sure to get some rest," her words were softer now, " you'll feel better soon." Solara Ell Polst Connor Lachesis
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 9, 2017 0:04:42 GMT
Connor's key sounded in the door for less than a second before he opened the thing in a hurry. He was less than inclined to want to linger, and in this case, knowing Solara was already sick, that thought was exacerbated. He could've sworn he hadn't been around her all that much in the last weeks. That he'd taken the care needed to avoid too many contacts, too many chances for illness... But then it had stricken: a summer cold. It was enough not for him to panic, he never panicked, but for a deep concern to twist his gut. Yes, he had invited Solara into his home. Yes, he knew the risks. But that hadn't meant he was willing to have her end up like the others - choked on thick, black bile, staring with angry or sad eyes as he coddled her. And the worst part? She hadn’t a clue. He had no intention of sharing it with her. And so, true to fashion of the last while, he was moving quickly. He’d chosen push forward a small scouting party which was to investigate some matters beyond the walls of the palace, something he was more than grateful to do. The distance would help her overcome the hurdle, before he chanced anything else to happen. He had, however, forgotten the charts planning the investigation in his quarters. That was what he had returned for, dressed not so casually as he had when he left, but instead wearing leather-studded armor. The Commander made it all of four steps into his quarters before he froze, eyes fixing upon not just the curly-haired woman he considered a companion, but another familiar face. She was dressed brilliantly, with more jewelry than he’d ever seen her wear previously punctuating her appearance. It was a stark contrast to her normally armored appearance. Diverting his attention back to Solara, he slipped forward, charting a path for the table. “I forgot something I needed for today.” Glancing to Niera, he considered a moment. Trying to find the words. Calling her by her name didn’t quite seem the most appropriate given their working relationship, and yet, referring to her as Lieutenant didn’t quite fit either while she was dressed as she was. He puzzled a moment, thoughtful. “You were looking for me? Is something the matter, Lieutenant?” Formality won out, as he edged closer than he’d have liked to Solara, intending to retrieve the parchment that still sat where he’d left it on the table. Solara Ell Polst Niera Venrali |
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Oct 9, 2017 0:25:41 GMT
The silence was pregnant with tension. Two very different women in the confines of such a small room. She didn't reply to Niera's words about treasuring her time. It felt like something she would hear from a priest or one of those fortune tellers that bounced about. Solara was well aware that at any time any of their lives could end. Perhaps the woman could take a little of her own advice and loosen up before she snapped. She truly didn't know what to say. The kind and thoughtful thing to do would have been to change the conversation somehow. Ask Niera to have a seat and chat about...something.
But she didn't. She smiled when Niera told her to rest. "Thank you again." She said and cleared her throat. Nearly holding her breath as she waited for the woman to exit through the door. There was the soft sound of a key and then the door was hurriedly opened. Solara looked over at Connor with a raised brow before her attention flicked to Niera. Like a parent telling their spouse it was their turn to care for the child. But his appearance meant that her own might no longer be needed. That maybe she could crawl back into bed sooner than later and not feel guilty for rushing the pretty blonde away. "Well it's a good thing you did. Otherwise, you would have missed out on your guest."
A sudden sneeze nearly made Solara spill her drink that she sat down with just the hint of a groan. "Niera has been wonderful, she even made me a drink to help with my cold." She gave Connor a sideways look then with just the hint of a smirk on her lips. "Since someone abandoned me in my time of need." It was a jest and one she was certain he would pick up on. Solara rarely asked for help from him, it was a testament to how badly she felt that she had taken up Niera on her offer. Connor spoke again and Solara sat back in her seat to give the two of them a moment to speak. She took another drink of the mixture Niera had made and wrinkled her nose, it wasn't so horrible really. Especially after the first few drinks. But it didn't smell very appealing.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 9, 2017 3:38:26 GMT
Out of place in the presence of a couple that clearly would rather be alone than in the presence of a soldier trying to help, Niera found herself in an odd situation that she wasn't sure she was fond of. She noticed the glances exchanged between the two of them and immediately decided that she had outgrown her welcome "Good day commander," the lieutenant thoughtlessly bowed and gathered herself.
"Forgive me, I was just about to leave. I came baring you a gift of good faith but you were out. Solara has been kind enough to tolerate my presence," Niera took another few steps toward the door, keeping the same calm, mellow matter of fact tone she often held when speaking casually with the other men "she is a good girl, commander. Make sure you look after her." Flickering Solara one last smile filled with a mixture of regret and confusion the warrior excused herself from their presence and made her way down along the corridor. Staying in that room for too long had been enough to drain the woman emotionally, leaving her weak and dizzy as she carefully supported herself against castle walls. Once again she had over done it and her composure had finally given way.
"Excuse me!" the warrior called to the nearest servant "do you know the way toward the door?"
Concerned, the servant carefully laid down the sheets she had been carrying and cast her full attention on Niera, "are you okay?" the woman asked, helping Niera stand. The warrior barely noticed her features, she was a cute young girl with long brown hair, large smiley round cheeks and a gentle demeanour.
"Of course, but please. I should like to go home."
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Oct 9, 2017 20:52:09 GMT
Connor's eyes lingered on Solara as her teasing tone reached his ears. A span of fleeting seconds passed, however, before her body abruptly jerked with an involuntary sneeze. He his jaw tightened a little, watching her, something akin to worry reflecting in his eyes. He wanted out. He needed to leave, before she chanced a touch. In the condition she was in, it would be all too easy for something to happen. And he wanted no part in that.
Glancing over to Niera, he bowed his head a fraction. The gesture was one of respect, though still perhaps more formal than were he speaking to anyone else. He waved her up and out of her bow at her words of greeting. "Thank you for helping her." His eyes immediately flashed to Solara with her little quip. His mouth opened, then closed before he shook his head. "You aren’t going to die from this; I apologized before I left earlier." And then, before he could address her further, Niera was edging away. Excusing herself, offering some muttering of his taking care of the curly-haired woman who still lingered in his quarters. His brows drew together, as he slowly set to curling the parchment scraps on themselves.
The door shut behind her with the quiet sound of the latch. With that, he cast a side-long glance to Solara. “I can ask that food be brought to you later, if you really aren’t feeling that well.” The sight of the whiskey, then, seemed to catch his eye. Wordlessly, he stepped over to capture the bottle, bringing it to his lips for a quick drink before he replaced it. The sight was quite the contrast to his tight-laced counterpart.
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