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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 13, 2007 15:23:38 GMT -5
For but a moment a shadow appeared in the wood of the desk next to Pendragon, a pair of bright, almost glowing eyes stared at Pendragon. The shadow had more than three tails- a full bloom of nine from the looks of the shadow the posture of the shadow was fairly relaxed and where limbs overlapped and the contours of the shadow person were shown with darkness in the shadow, she raised her finger to her lips "Shhhhh..." she said softly, "rest, your next chance at the fight comes sooner than you think." her voice barely a whisper but certainly not Suzume's this one was stronger, and more understanding, wiser even. The eyes looked towards the other in the room and the strange figure smirked before receding back into nothingness, dissipating into reality as the eyes blinked shut and were gone. Whoever it was made special care that the only one to know she had once been there was Pendragon and Pendragon only, illusions were crafted to keep away another's gaze and powerful runes and spells were used to block the sensing of her presence.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 13, 2007 15:30:00 GMT -5
Pendragon pushed Ithilwen's arms away, and stood up on the desk. His hand when to his sword, but he went no further when the strange figure spoke. He listened, and watched her fade away. It wasn't long after that the Pendragon's leg gave out, and he ended up sitting down on the desk harder than he had wished. He turned to Ithilwen, wondering what she would make of the strange appearance.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 13, 2007 16:17:20 GMT -5
"What was that about?!" the avariel woman snapped, although she was more startled than angered. "I could have damaged your back even more so than it is at the moment. Quit your squirming, neth'min."
Just for the heck of it, Ithilwen's eyes of ice stared around the room for a cause of the boy's peculiar behavior, but when she saw nothing of interest, she quirked a brow and turned back to him with a snort of amusement.
A quiet incantation spoken in the woman's own tongue healed the boy's spine, as new bone, fresh and unblemished, formed in the vacant spots. The magic drained her slightly, but she could keep awake long enough to finish her job. The skin on his back, though bruised and battered, was completely clear of blood now, and Ithilwen proceeded to bandage his back, the wrappings laid around his entire upper torso for both support and comfort.
"Anything else that needs tending to?" Came her voice, calm and dull as it reflected slight fatigue due to the draining of the incantation
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 16, 2007 9:46:31 GMT -5
"Sorry, I just..." Pendragon sat down, and allowed Ithilwen to finish healing him. "I must have hit my head hard" He said, rubbing the back of his skull. It seemed to be alright, which was a good news bad news thing. It meant he wasn't imaging things, or maybe everything else had finally got to him and he was. Who knew? "My leg..." Pendragon spun round slowly, and placed his leg ontop of the desk. There were parts of the roof splintering all the way through, just under his knee. As if to emphasize how it had been caused, Pendragon turned transparent and dropped straight through the desk. Only becoming solid again to smack his body against the floor. "And that's getting old too..." He mumbled, crawling out and standing next to Ithilwen.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 24, 2007 11:26:33 GMT -5
((Sowwy, Squishiekinz. I forgot all about this topic. T^T Pwease forgive me? T^T *big puppy dog eyes*))
Ithilwen's gaze of winter turned even harder as she took in the image of Pendragon's injured leg. It was a rather nasty injury, and she knew it had to be uncomfortable, so she got to work at once. She made the boy sit back onto the desk by pressing her hand into his shoulder and forcing him back gently, and afterward, she rolled up his pantleg to get a better look at what she was working with. Long, nimble fingers wrapped themselves around the shards of splintered wood and stood there for a moment as the woman said,"Brace yourself..."
The avariel swiftly pulled out the shard of wood, tossing it into the trash before turning back to remove the rest just as quickly. When she had removed the last one, she reached for the tattered piece of her shirt she had torn off previously, dabbed it in more alcohol, and began cleaning the boy's wound to prevent infection. Her brows became furrowed as she realized how deep the injury was, but she didn't know whether she had the strength to repair it via incantation. The other spell had drained her thoroughly, for it was always an energy-consuming business to create new skin, bone, and muscle cells due to the fact that targeting each individual cell and duplicating it several times was quite a tedious task. Nonetheless, she fixed her eyes on the wound and began muttering an old healing spell in the elvish drawl.
Ithilwen could feel her very energy slipping through her fingers like sand as each moment passed, but at least the incantation was doing the trick. New skin twitched at the edge of the abrasion, moving in to conceal the wound completely. Soon enough, it appeared as if Pendragon had not even received an injury to his leg at all, as the skin there was completely mended and brand new; however, the avariel woman was completely fatigued at the moment, her eyes half-lidded as sleep closed in on her. She shook her head slightly and straightened herself to keep awake as she gave Pendragon's leg a meak pat, saying, "There. I finished."
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 24, 2007 11:34:42 GMT -5
"But at what cost?" Pendragon looked into her half asleep eyes with his own sober ones. He could see the energy it had taken for her to heal his leg, and couldn't thank her enough. "Looks like both of us could get some sleep..." He muttered, even though he wasn't tired. Pen knew he would be having a sleepless night, already his mind was trying to put tonights events on replay. Pen held them off, for now. He didn't want to break down in front of Ithilwen.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 25, 2007 12:38:25 GMT -5
The avariel woman shook her head slowly, weakly. "No cost. It's on me." She inhaled deeply, trying to increase her oxygen supply so that she could keep herself awake, and she placed a hand on the desk for support as she climbed to her feet wearily. Her head hung slightly, and the waterfall of silver tresses fell over her shoulders, draping over the front of her body like a curtain of white. The woman swayed slightly, but the hand on the desk ket her from toppling over, and she made for the door with heavy steps as she rubbed the circulation back into her arms.
Hand on the doorknob, the said to Pendragon softly without turning to face him, "Ná Aerdire veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín. Namárië. ((Translation: May Aerdrie protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life. Farewell.))" With that said, the woman opened the door and walked through, shutting it behind her with a soft click as one last sentence hung heavily about the air:
"Perhaps we may meet again..."
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 26, 2007 14:19:54 GMT -5
Pendragon layed back down on the desk. He wasn't going to his dorm, he didn't want to have to explain to Angelus what had happened. For the matter, he didn't want to explain anything to anyone. The nights events replayed in his head three times over, from leaving his dorm to laying down on this desk. Pendragon examined every detail, and came to a conclusion.
When the night sky left, so would Pendragon.
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