Any Face May Not Be Friendly|Sensatiamens
Jul 28, 2010 15:45:53 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Jul 28, 2010 15:45:53 GMT -5
Thelon sighed heavily and moved to where he kept a little brandy for the particularly long days. He wasn't much of a drinker but even he knew he needed to relax occassionally. Libre was already sound asleep--the boy had been worked hard too. Thelon winced at that as he poured the liquid into a snifter. He hadn't wanted to push Libre--but Libre had volunteered and he had been so useful in passing messages....
Thelon realized he was gripping his glass hard and forced his fingers to relax. It was just this one time, he thought but he still felt guilty and terrible. I'll send Libre to Fira tomorrow. And perhaps he'd find time, somewhere, to pray to Thuoth.
He lifted the glass to his lips just as a knock came at the door. Now what? he thought wearily, setting it down and going to the door. He opened it a crack, yawning as he did. Damn, but I'm tired. And drained as well. He did a lot of moving around and talking and more.
He blinked as he saw one of the couple house servants. It was Matilda--she was a quiet, mousy sort of woman but very brisk and efficient at her work. "Oh, Matilda, er, what are you doing here?"
The woman bobbed in a very awkward looking curtsy. "I left something the last time I was here."
Thelon opened the door wider, working to stifle another yawn. "What was it?"
The woman stepped in and looked around. "Oh a personal thing." She started to go into another room. Frowning, Thelon followed her. Something didn't feel right. He reached out his mind to brush against hers in a light touch then stopped short, pale. "You!"
She twisted around and her fingers stretched out at amazing speed, flying towards him. Thelon barely had time to get up a weak barrier between himself and the attack--her nails struck against it like knives and it wavered. He stumbled back and brought up his hands to touch his signs, call on his power to slap her around or save himself or--Libre!
~Son!~ he gasped mentally, then was forced to jerk his hands away from his signs as she attacked him again and again and he stumbled and backed away as fast as he could, trying to find a moment to call on his powers. He was too drained from the day to easily do anything without at least touching them.
Thelon realized he was gripping his glass hard and forced his fingers to relax. It was just this one time, he thought but he still felt guilty and terrible. I'll send Libre to Fira tomorrow. And perhaps he'd find time, somewhere, to pray to Thuoth.
He lifted the glass to his lips just as a knock came at the door. Now what? he thought wearily, setting it down and going to the door. He opened it a crack, yawning as he did. Damn, but I'm tired. And drained as well. He did a lot of moving around and talking and more.
He blinked as he saw one of the couple house servants. It was Matilda--she was a quiet, mousy sort of woman but very brisk and efficient at her work. "Oh, Matilda, er, what are you doing here?"
The woman bobbed in a very awkward looking curtsy. "I left something the last time I was here."
Thelon opened the door wider, working to stifle another yawn. "What was it?"
The woman stepped in and looked around. "Oh a personal thing." She started to go into another room. Frowning, Thelon followed her. Something didn't feel right. He reached out his mind to brush against hers in a light touch then stopped short, pale. "You!"
She twisted around and her fingers stretched out at amazing speed, flying towards him. Thelon barely had time to get up a weak barrier between himself and the attack--her nails struck against it like knives and it wavered. He stumbled back and brought up his hands to touch his signs, call on his power to slap her around or save himself or--Libre!
~Son!~ he gasped mentally, then was forced to jerk his hands away from his signs as she attacked him again and again and he stumbled and backed away as fast as he could, trying to find a moment to call on his powers. He was too drained from the day to easily do anything without at least touching them.