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Aidan, An, Blaise, Fred
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Date Posted: 22:59:22 06/06/03 Fri
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Terut
's message, "Re: Story" on 20:57:04 06/06/03 Fri
Frederick looked at her, and smiled. He studied her features for a moment, unsure what to expect next. Barely shrugging, he spoke fairly softly, "Alright, Mis- erm... I mean, An. I will remember that, for the future."
An smiled faintly, yet noticably. Unsure what to say, she simply hurried to tend to his shoulder. He cleaned off some of the dried blood with her sleeve, as she had done for Blaise, and then offered her hand for him to take.
Frederick looked at her, and gently shook his head. He did not desire to harm her, if it at all possible, would not. He spoke to her calmly, "Whenver you are ready, An, I am as well."
She did not withdraw her hand. "Please." The pleading in her eyes was stronger than the pleading in her voice. "For my sake."
He gazed into her eyes for a few moments, before removing his gauntlet, setting it aside at te floor. He placed his scarred, calloused hand atop her much smaller, soft and smooth hand, and immediately felt the calm and peace radiate from her. Nodding, he spoke, "Alright An, if you are ready then.."
She nodded and closed her eyes, a determined look set in her features. She began to heal him. She sent her power out in the only way she could - in painful, agonizing bolts. The flesh repaired, she collapsed, Frederick's hand the only thing keeping her up off the floor.
Frederick jumped slightly at the pain, yet he managed to keep a straight face the whole time. Unable to resist, he glanced over at his shoulder, seeing the wound completely closed up, and as good as new. at that moment, though, he felt An collapse, and he tried his best to keep her from falling to the floor, but was unable to. He spoke to her quickly, "An, are you alright?"
Blaise rushed out of his chair, which consequently fell over. He was at the girl's side in a moment. He looked at her with worry for a moment, and then up at Fred, face twisted in a snarl. "What did you do? What did you do to her, von Braun?"
Frederick looks down upon him, utterly confused. He has done nothing. He could not have done anything, even if he'd tried. "I didn't do a thing.. I have no magical ability.. what is it that you are talking about?"
Blaise's brown eyes flashed angrily. "No magic? Hah! What made the mob disperse, then? They didn't just get tired of the idea, I assure you." He looked back down at An. He took her wrist and felt for a pulse. "She's alive. At least she's alive."
Frederick looked at him, completely befuddled. What was he talking about? He blacked out, and the mob was gone. Come to think of it, though, that was about the same time he was struck with the bolt... He looked at Blaise, "I believe she over-extended herself in the healing. I've heard it is not all that uncommon.."
Blaise drew breath as if to speak further, but An began to stir. She blinked a few times. Once she had her bearings, she groaned. "I've done it again, haven't I? I always overestimate myself!" She sighed, exasperated. "Did I finish the job, at least, before I passed out?"
Frederick chuckled softly, she was fine, as he suspected. He nodded softly, before pulling An to her feet. "Yes, An, you did. And my shoulder has never felt better. Thank you very much. I am sorry though, that you passed out.. you should never have tried to heal us both.. My wound was not that bad.."
She shook her head as she stood. "You fought to save me, you both did." She looked from one to the other with equal admiration. "It was the least I could do." She smiled weakly, lost her ballance, regained it. "Perhaps I ought to sit for a spell, though."
Blaise quickly guided her to a chair. He fetched a glass of water from a nearby table and handed it to her. "Here you go, An. Drink up."
Frederick looked to An, and seeing that she was taken care of, he spoke cautiously to Blaise, unsure of what answer he might receive. He said, "Master Fravardin.. when you said to me earlier about driving the crowd off.. whatever did you mean?"
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember? You conjured up a fireball the size of a haystack!" His look remained skeptical, but he seemed to believe that the knight had no recollection of the event.
Frederick opened his mouth to speak, but no words came to his mouth. A fireball the size of a haystack? He had conjured this? Was that what the mysterious sorceress was driving at? And what had happened to her? She had disappeared as she was explaining to him what had happened. Had someone not wanted him to hear this? Finally, Frederick managed to mumble out the words, "I did...?"
Blaise's face sank to boredom. What part of it did he not understand? "No, the bloody king did. Of course, you!" He cast a quick glance at An, just to be sure she was safe, and to be sure that she was real. Especially to be sure she was real. She was sitting quietly, sipping her water. The color was beginning to return to her delicate cheeks.
Frederick looked at him, and sighed. Fair enough, then. He had conjured a fireball, not even knowing how to. Strange, that. But apparantly it was rather beneficial. He looked to An, and smiled. She had performed marvelously. And more than twice had helped him. He owed her much, and hoped he'd be given the chance to repay his debt.
The door to the room opened, and in burst a rather pompous, official looking young man. He snapped to attention, and exhibited a rather elaborate, and wholly unnecessary salute. "The Good King requests that the Baron Von Braun and the Lord Cafall make haste. His presence is requested in the royal chambers, as soon as the good Baron and Lord are ready."
Frederick looked at the man, and stifled a laugh. "Go then, squire. And tell the King I will soon be ready." As the man left, he burst into uproarious laughter, and grinned at Blaise and An. "Did you see that?"
An set down her now empty glass of water. "Thank you, Blaise, that was just what I needed." She turned curiously to Fred. "What did he do that was amusing?" she asked, genuinely unsure.
Frederick looked at her, and chuckled once more. He had forgotten she was probably used to that officious attitude. He spoke to her, his humor evident, "Three things, really. First, he saluted. He saluted me... Second, did you listen to him speak? The way he rolled his consonants? If I didn't know any better.. ahem.. And then, the whole air about him was funny. Back home...
If someone wanted me to come, they would just shout at me.."
She knitted her brows slightly. "Cafall isn't a rich house, nor a famous one. But we are still shown respect. It's just common courtesy. And after all, no matter what your individual standing, you're still noble. That merits some respect, surely."
Blaise smirked. "Honestly, I don't see why people shouldn't yell for him. He deserves no better." but he spoke softly, and the others didn't hear.
Frederick merely shrugged. Being Noble was nothing major to him, other than a fancy title on his name, and some farmland back home. He preferred to think of himself as a soldier, but at present, he had to ready himself for the king. His saddlebags had been delivered to his room, and he rummaged through them for the required items. He withdrew his black cloak, with his coat of arms.
But, he would need help, putting it on. It was nearly impposible to do, with this full plate on. He glanced to An, "Err.. I hate to ask you this, An.. but would it be possible for you to help me get ready for the king?"
She stood, and smiled obligingly. "I don't mind at all."
An helped Fred get the cloak over his head and over the armor. She straightened it out and smoothed out the fabric on the shoulders. She stood back a moment, and looked him up and down. She got on tiptoe to fingercomb his hair so it would look decent. She was still a little faint from the healings. Her ballance fled her and she lurched forward - straight into Fred's capable arms.
Blaise watched it unfold, glaring all the while. He didn't have to ask Angharad to help him. Anyone there could have done it. Blaise himself could have done it. But von Braun had asked An. It figured. Blaise wanted... he wanted... he couldn't exactly explain it, even to himself. But he wanted to show that he was superior to the knight. That he was the dominant male. That he was more worthy of An's attentions. He stood and fumed and watched. That was all he could feasibly do... for the moment.
Aidan kept a close eye on his sister the whole time they were in the parlor. He did not intervene or interfere when she healed the men, or even when she passed out. It was best to let her warm up to Frederick. Yes, that was definitely a good prospect. Aidan watched as his sister helped ready the man for his audience with the king as he readied himself. Yes. There was definitely an interesting prospect there.
Frederick blinked hard as she fell into his arms. He chuckled, and spoke, his face flushing a little, "Careful there, An.. Don't want to go falling over again, do we?" He grinned, and held her perhaps a moment longer than ought to have been necessary for her to regain her balance and composure. His eyes wandered to hers, and he smiled once more.
An's face went beet red, and for a moment resembled that of a fish out of water as she opened and closed her mouth uncertainly, not able to utter anything that could be called speech. Finally she managed a bit. "I-I'm sorry. I guess I'm still a bit lightheaded." After a moment, she added nervously, "From the healing."
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