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Post by The Jenn on Aug 14, 2008 11:27:36 GMT -5
If he thought the soup was spicy, she hoped he never tried their gumbo or meat rolls. Snorting, she came back with the cup and handed it to him, watching him gulp it down and going to get him more before he ran out again. He was obviously having a time of it from the way his eyes watered and his face contorted. How bizarre. Well, he needed to get the food down either way, since he couldn't recover on an empty stomach. She would have to boil some more water later for drinking. They would be running low after this.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked him cheerfully when he'd eaten as much as he could. She finished off whatever was still in the bowl, since she'd given him enough for one and a half people easily. Her granddaddy could have polished it all off, but she certainly couldn't have and Harold didn't look to have enough mass to pull it off either. Then again, sometimes the skinny ones surprised you.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 14, 2008 22:01:57 GMT -5
After much excruciating pain, Harold did manged to eat a little less than half of the bowl. Of course he had gone through about six glasses of water, but still he had managed. "It was... all right I suppose." Harold coughed. He took a deep breath. "Thank you."
He had so many questions to ask, but he honestly didn't expect many answers. Really, he wanted to take a shower... or bath... or something. That didn't seem like it was going to happen very soon either. "You... said you were interested in the courts right?" He had to confirm it. He just needed to know if he was hallucinating or if he was actually holding a conversation.
Damn, his head hurt. The Esterberry, however, decided that he could ignore it long enough to hear the reply to her question. And maybe he could learn a bit more about the situation he was in.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 14, 2008 22:13:56 GMT -5
Felaria would definitely need to be boiling more water with how quickly he'd just gone through it. She could do that after he passed out again from the head trauma or something like that. It was a pretty nasty bump, after all. He couldn't stay awake forever.
"Welcome," she replied cheerfully, putting the bowl on the small table next to his bed after she'd swiped the last few bites off the sides with her finger and sucked it clean. Good food never went to waste in their house, not between her and her granddaddy. "Maybe I can see about makin' you somethin' less spicy later on. Won't taste as good, but your face might not turn quite so red."
She leaned forward and tucked her feet under her chair, eyes once again bright with something like youthful hope and ambition. "Ohhh yes. I've had my sights set on them Courts since I learned about 'em as a kid. I got the rank, after all, an' everybody tells me I got the brains an' the drive."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 14, 2008 22:45:03 GMT -5
People had said the same thing about Harold when he was younger. It had been expected of him to become a court member, from his parents and everyone around him. And that pressure had led him here.
"If it weren't for the courts, I wouldn't be here right now. Ambition is wonderful, but....it might be more dangerous than you think." Harold said as he struggled to stay focused. All right, this wasn't going to work as well as he had planned. "I'm sorry I can't really focus anymore."
The Esterberry squeezed his eye shut. He leaned back slowly so he wouldn't just flop on the bed. After what seemed like an eternity he felt his head meet the covers. He didn't hesitate to pass out on a full stomach, no matter how bad he would feel later for it. Head trauma did wonders for that.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 17, 2008 21:18:07 GMT -5
Felaria cocked her head curiously at his words. What, had the Courts done this to him, got him tied up to a tree in the swamp with a nasty knock on his head to be food for whatever predator happened to wander along? "I guess your ambition didn't work out so good, huh?" she asked with a grimace.
Boy, he sure looked tired. She helped him when he went to lean back, holding the pillow ready so that his head dropped down right into the middle of the feather-stuffed thing. She'd have to see about finding him another one. There weren't many good ones in the house, so maybe she should just give him hers. "I'll be back in just a sec, so don't you go anywhere," she muttered, standing.
By the time she'd returned, he was unconscious. "Told you not to go anywhere," she whispered, a small smile on her face. She stood there looking at him for a minute, the pillow clutched against her chest. The man was just... beautiful. And hurt. And he'd fallen right into her lap, in a manner of speaking. Win.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 17, 2008 21:51:47 GMT -5
Harold was out for quite some time. At least his head was feeling a bit better when he woke up at an odd hour in the dead of night. Or at least, he thought it was the dead of night. There wasn't much light out as far as he could tell, and he could barely make out the figure of Felaria in the shadows of the night.
The man brushed some of his hair out of his face. He put his monocle in his pocket where it belonged. If it broke he would be in quite a bit of trouble, wouldn't it? He couldn't imagine getting a replacement in this area.
He groaned a bit when he tried to sit up. He was doing his best not to wake the sleeping Felaria. He just needed to sit up and try to think straight. He had to figure out a way to... get "home" if he even had one anymore. He never really thought about that.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 17, 2008 22:01:46 GMT -5
Felaria had grabbed a blanket and camped out in the chair next to his bed after her granddaddy had gone to sleep, not wanting him to die in his sleep from a concussion or something like that. She'd dozed off in the meantime, her rodent muzzle drooping against her chest, but woke with a groggy, questioning mumble when she heard a groan.
Her tail hurt. She grimaced and shifted it before glancing over at him. In the almost nonexistent light, she couldn't see the faint shine of the glass-duber on his face and assumed that it had either fallen off in his sleep or been put away wherever he kept it. His hair also looked adorably messy in silhouette. "Heya, boyo, you awake?" she whispered, sitting up a little from her slouch and rolling her shoulders to ease some of the kinds. Sleeping in a chair was never really comfortable, especially one as hard as this.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 17, 2008 22:11:41 GMT -5
Harold twitched when he heard Felaria's voice. He hadn't expected it, and if he had been in better condition he probably would have jumped with surprise. Thankfully being half a sleep made him less twitchy. He looked over to see her move.
"Yes..." he whispered. He wasn't sure if he should be talking at a normal level or not. He didn't know where her... Grandfather slept. And frankly he didn't like the idea of waking someone who could chew through magical bindings. That was just a terrifying thought.
"I-I'm sorry," he found himself saying as he sat up. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. He was a complete and utter loss. He had no place to go, everyone who knew him thought he was dead and he was in the middle of nowhere with backwater Golframs. "Finding myself isn't what I thought it would be," he muttered. On the bright side his speech wasn't slurred.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 17, 2008 22:18:30 GMT -5
Felaria frowned at the tone of his voice and squinted, peering at him as best she could. Spade nightvision would have come in handy about then, but neither of them had it so they'd have to make do. And what was he sorry for? Taking up a bed? Making them carry his scrawny self through the swamp? What?
"Hey," she whispered slightly louder to get his attention, poking where she thought his arm would be. "I'm the one who found you, 'member? That might be why it's different." Whatever he meant by all that, whether he was still half-asleep or mildly concussed or just talking nonsense, it didn't matter. She had an answer for that one. "An' don't be apologizin' for things unless you say what it's for, cause that's just kinda dumb."
Her voice was still a whisper, but it was stronger now that she knew he was awake. "You hungry? Thirsty? Need to use the john?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 17, 2008 22:31:34 GMT -5
She missed his arm and poked him in the side. Harold squirmed so she couldn't poke at him again. Then she decided to ask him all those questions after she was confused at his various statements. He did remember her, he hadn't been completely rattled. But... the last question she asked just...
"No--I--Ah--" Harold gave a frustrated sigh as he struggled to come up with a proper coherent sentence. Oh suits. He could feel the blush forming on his nose. Thankfully it was dark and she couldn't see how horribly embarrassed he was. "I'm fine. I just... I couldn't sleep I suppose."
It wasn't exactly sleep. It had been more of an unconscious haze. He hadn't had a single dream that he knew of, it was only black. The Esterberry tried not to shudder. He needed to stop thinking about everything.
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