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An, Blaise, Fred
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Date Posted: 12:51:59 06/02/03 Mon
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Taraneh
's message, "Re: Story" on 05:53:26 06/02/03 Mon
Angharad pulled up two chairs for them and asked them to sit. "Who's first, then?" Frederick sat down in one, and shrugged. It did not matter who was first. Blaise scowled at the knight as he sat, but didn't reply.
An looked warily from one to the other. Blaise's headwound seemed to need attention more. She placed her cool, pale hands on his forehead and finger-combed his hair back. She cleaned off some of the dried blood with her sleeve. Blaise felt calm radiate from her hands and relaxed. Consequently, when the first jolt of pain went through his body, he winced and spasmed. An stopped healing immediately. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I don't do this often; I forget how it hurts."
Blaise regained his composure. "I'm fine. You caught me off guard, is all."
Angharad extended a hand. "Take it," she pleaded. "Please. Squeeze when it hurts. It helps me, to feel pain for the pain I dole out."
Frederick looked over at the healing and shrugged. This would not be the first time he'd had this action performed. Though, this time it would be performed by someone far more interesting than an old crone his father had hired to heal an arrow wound in his chest.
He closed his eyes, pondering what fate had in store for him. What was in the box? And why did all this happen today? He sighed and opened his eyes, returning his gaze back to Angharad. She was a truly marvelous woman.
Blaise heard Fred sigh and looked from the girl to the knight. Frederick was watching An intently. Blaise glared for a moment. Then he took An's proferred hand without protest. Angharad, oblivious to all of this, began the healing once again. This time, Blaise was ready for the pain. It seared through his body like lightning, but he did not move, and he kept his features calm. He squeezed An's hand just enough to make her think he was venting the force of the pain. Had he truly done that, her hand would be crushed. And then the pain was gone, and he felt only the sweet touch of the hand on his forehead. He flicked his eyes back to Fred for a moment, and let his hand linger on An's perhaps a moment longer than necessary before resting it on the newly healed skin. There was no trace of a wound. He smiled for the first time since they'd met him. He smiled at An. "Thank you for the service, mistress. It's as good as new."
She smiled back shyly, but looked at both men. "Please, call me Angharad, or An if you prefer."
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