Post by Kahlan Lothair on Sept 10, 2004 21:59:58 GMT -5
Aerillia: A step outside ensured that her unstable belly might actually right herself. The past week she had been wracked with the most awful nausea causing her to run at the most strangest of moments. In fact two servants had been assigned to her by Kahlan just to keep her from collapsing from lack of energy. Rubbing a hand across her usually spirited tan face, Aerillia groans as she takes a step out of one of the back doors of the Castle which opens up into the gardens. Her sheen seems to be all but nonexistent as she staggers down the steps. Long hair runs unchecked over her shoulders caught up in the wind that seems to caress her with a gentleness that it does not allow anyone else. A wave to the servants gives them the heads up that she wants to be alone to drink in the <C>
Aerillia: Sunlight. Instability had left the usually balanced and nonchalant Desert Rose in a rather confused and disgruntled state. She hadn't felt this bad since she was shot in the side with a bolt from a crossbow, fleeing for her life with Theo. Today she looked a sight in the evening air. Being unable for the majority of the day to go very far from her quarters had left Aerillia in her long white nightgown that fitted to her upper torso and fell like gossamer about her legs. She makes her way towards a small alcove that Kahlan had shown her on a particular journey through the gardens that the women had taken. Kahlan earnestly willing to listen to stories Aerillia had about the Desert. As she makes it near to the alcove she spies out of the corner of her eye the familiar form of <C>
Aerillia: Kahlan and she chuckles. "M'lady, reduced to standing in the shadows?" She smiles good naturedly to the woman that had taken her in. "I do apologize for my appearance. It would seem I have taken ill, maybe from all of the fresh air?" Another chuckle bubbles forth from her lips and she smiles once again only this time tiredly with a lack of the usual luster that accompanies her. <E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Eyes as deeply mystical as the very land that she rules roam over the form of Aerillia and she smiles. "Think nothing of it my dear. You are entitled to your down days." She says as she pulls from the shadows and walks over to Aerillia. "Might I add that you do look particularly green. Was it something that you ate?" Looking slightly concerned for the desert woman, Kahlan rests a protective arm around Aerillia's shoulders. She didn’t feel warm or look all that sickly save for her dull complexion and dim eyes (which are usually the color of blue fire on a good day, or so Kahlan had observed of the child of the desert). "Come let us sit." With that she guides the raven haired woman into the alcove sheltered from sight by ivy that grows from the top of the ramparts to the ground<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair And covers some of the surrounding ground. First making sure that the younger woman is taken care of she finally settles herself onto a seat opposite of Aerillia. In fact their knees are almost touching save for a few inches between them. A light chill had taken to presenting itself in the wind, and with Aerillia's tie to the element of Air, Kahlan feared that the desert woman might be taking the chill a little worse than everyone else. Drawing on her own tie with Fire, Kahlan soon exudes enough warmth to make the otherwise cold stone alcove seem comfortable for them both. "You should have at least worn a cloak; fall is encroaching, meaning winter is not far behind. Though I am sure you can feel that change on the wind." She smiles lightly and reaches out and touches <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Aerillia's hand. Her features soon become rather concerned, though she tries to hide it as best she can from her companion. Brilliant green eyes seek those of Aerillia's blue, seeking an answer from them. When she is met with a blank stare she simply pats the woman’s hand and sits back to contemplate what she knew and the woman did not.<E>
Aerillia: She listened to everything that Kahlan had to say, agreeing with her about the cloak, for until the Queen had warmed the alcove up Aerillia had felt the chill almost to her bones. When the concerned look falls over Kahlan's features she feels a greater sense of dread. "Kahlan, what is it?" She asks as the woman simply pats her hand and retreats into her thoughts. "Kahlan, please. What is it that you have seen?” She would plead with the older woman in hopes of gleaning some insight. It did not appear that much could concern the High Queen, but something had and it worried Aerillia. “Was it a vision?” She knew that sometimes Kahlan was prone to having visions and a simple touch upon her skin had caused her to recoil. <C>
Aerillia: “Was it a feeling? Give me some idea. Did it include me; did I play a part in it?” Such agony at having to play guessing games! Most of the time that was all she did with Theo, but she couldn’t complain. She had all but vanished from Ayenee City when he locked her in her room. Theo himself often had to play guessing games with her. Yet these thoughts do not deter her from her search for answers.<E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair: She allowed the woman a warm smile and then moved across the alcove. Sitting next to Aerillia she pats the woman’s forearm. “You merely felt warm my child. Surprisingly so, in fact I think we should get you to the infirmary. I had no visions or feelings, not at this time. Rest at ease my dear. You are in good hands.” A lie and one that she hoped Aerillia wouldn’t uncover. Right now she needed to speak to Theo. “Aerillia, do you have any idea where Theo is? I’ve been missing his drinking company.” She laughs to disarm the poor rattled woman next to her. Reaching out once more she pats Aerillia’s hand and smiles. <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair: “Come I will aid you to the infirmary myself.” With that she rises slowly and extends her hand down to the ailing woman, whom is usually so full of spunk and fire, a fire that is dimmed by some apparent affliction. Aiding her with a sheltering arm, she pulls the Ivy aside to allow them both to exit the alcove at the same time. <E>
Aerillia: Relief sets into her features, in fact she didn’t even think twice about what Kahlan had said, for she had no reason to doubt the woman’s truth. Theo? Now why did she want to see that rascal? A smile finds its way to her lips and she comments on it. “You actually miss that rascal?” A chuckle and another smile would be given. She, on some level, missed him too though she was still a little angry at him for his actions toward her. “I suspect he is back in Ayenee City, tending to Guild business. Again let me thank you for allowing me to stay. I don’t know how much good its doing with me being sick with a likeness to the plague! <C>
Aerillia: I can only hope that it will soon pass and I will be of some service to you and your castle. What good is a priestess with knowledge of herb lore and medicine if she can’t be used?” Agreeing with Kahlan for the most part, she allows the woman to guide her out of the alcove and shivers against the bite of the wind, only to shortly become accustomed to it as it wraps itself around her as if seeking to comfort her tumultuous insides. Once in the infirmary she is entrusted to the care of the nurses. She smiles appreciatively to Kahlan as she watches the Monarch exit the room. Something in the back of her mind told her that something was up, something wasn’t right, but she had no reason to complain. Not yet. <E>
Aerillia: Sunlight. Instability had left the usually balanced and nonchalant Desert Rose in a rather confused and disgruntled state. She hadn't felt this bad since she was shot in the side with a bolt from a crossbow, fleeing for her life with Theo. Today she looked a sight in the evening air. Being unable for the majority of the day to go very far from her quarters had left Aerillia in her long white nightgown that fitted to her upper torso and fell like gossamer about her legs. She makes her way towards a small alcove that Kahlan had shown her on a particular journey through the gardens that the women had taken. Kahlan earnestly willing to listen to stories Aerillia had about the Desert. As she makes it near to the alcove she spies out of the corner of her eye the familiar form of <C>
Aerillia: Kahlan and she chuckles. "M'lady, reduced to standing in the shadows?" She smiles good naturedly to the woman that had taken her in. "I do apologize for my appearance. It would seem I have taken ill, maybe from all of the fresh air?" Another chuckle bubbles forth from her lips and she smiles once again only this time tiredly with a lack of the usual luster that accompanies her. <E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Eyes as deeply mystical as the very land that she rules roam over the form of Aerillia and she smiles. "Think nothing of it my dear. You are entitled to your down days." She says as she pulls from the shadows and walks over to Aerillia. "Might I add that you do look particularly green. Was it something that you ate?" Looking slightly concerned for the desert woman, Kahlan rests a protective arm around Aerillia's shoulders. She didn’t feel warm or look all that sickly save for her dull complexion and dim eyes (which are usually the color of blue fire on a good day, or so Kahlan had observed of the child of the desert). "Come let us sit." With that she guides the raven haired woman into the alcove sheltered from sight by ivy that grows from the top of the ramparts to the ground<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair And covers some of the surrounding ground. First making sure that the younger woman is taken care of she finally settles herself onto a seat opposite of Aerillia. In fact their knees are almost touching save for a few inches between them. A light chill had taken to presenting itself in the wind, and with Aerillia's tie to the element of Air, Kahlan feared that the desert woman might be taking the chill a little worse than everyone else. Drawing on her own tie with Fire, Kahlan soon exudes enough warmth to make the otherwise cold stone alcove seem comfortable for them both. "You should have at least worn a cloak; fall is encroaching, meaning winter is not far behind. Though I am sure you can feel that change on the wind." She smiles lightly and reaches out and touches <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Aerillia's hand. Her features soon become rather concerned, though she tries to hide it as best she can from her companion. Brilliant green eyes seek those of Aerillia's blue, seeking an answer from them. When she is met with a blank stare she simply pats the woman’s hand and sits back to contemplate what she knew and the woman did not.<E>
Aerillia: She listened to everything that Kahlan had to say, agreeing with her about the cloak, for until the Queen had warmed the alcove up Aerillia had felt the chill almost to her bones. When the concerned look falls over Kahlan's features she feels a greater sense of dread. "Kahlan, what is it?" She asks as the woman simply pats her hand and retreats into her thoughts. "Kahlan, please. What is it that you have seen?” She would plead with the older woman in hopes of gleaning some insight. It did not appear that much could concern the High Queen, but something had and it worried Aerillia. “Was it a vision?” She knew that sometimes Kahlan was prone to having visions and a simple touch upon her skin had caused her to recoil. <C>
Aerillia: “Was it a feeling? Give me some idea. Did it include me; did I play a part in it?” Such agony at having to play guessing games! Most of the time that was all she did with Theo, but she couldn’t complain. She had all but vanished from Ayenee City when he locked her in her room. Theo himself often had to play guessing games with her. Yet these thoughts do not deter her from her search for answers.<E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair: She allowed the woman a warm smile and then moved across the alcove. Sitting next to Aerillia she pats the woman’s forearm. “You merely felt warm my child. Surprisingly so, in fact I think we should get you to the infirmary. I had no visions or feelings, not at this time. Rest at ease my dear. You are in good hands.” A lie and one that she hoped Aerillia wouldn’t uncover. Right now she needed to speak to Theo. “Aerillia, do you have any idea where Theo is? I’ve been missing his drinking company.” She laughs to disarm the poor rattled woman next to her. Reaching out once more she pats Aerillia’s hand and smiles. <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair: “Come I will aid you to the infirmary myself.” With that she rises slowly and extends her hand down to the ailing woman, whom is usually so full of spunk and fire, a fire that is dimmed by some apparent affliction. Aiding her with a sheltering arm, she pulls the Ivy aside to allow them both to exit the alcove at the same time. <E>
Aerillia: Relief sets into her features, in fact she didn’t even think twice about what Kahlan had said, for she had no reason to doubt the woman’s truth. Theo? Now why did she want to see that rascal? A smile finds its way to her lips and she comments on it. “You actually miss that rascal?” A chuckle and another smile would be given. She, on some level, missed him too though she was still a little angry at him for his actions toward her. “I suspect he is back in Ayenee City, tending to Guild business. Again let me thank you for allowing me to stay. I don’t know how much good its doing with me being sick with a likeness to the plague! <C>
Aerillia: I can only hope that it will soon pass and I will be of some service to you and your castle. What good is a priestess with knowledge of herb lore and medicine if she can’t be used?” Agreeing with Kahlan for the most part, she allows the woman to guide her out of the alcove and shivers against the bite of the wind, only to shortly become accustomed to it as it wraps itself around her as if seeking to comfort her tumultuous insides. Once in the infirmary she is entrusted to the care of the nurses. She smiles appreciatively to Kahlan as she watches the Monarch exit the room. Something in the back of her mind told her that something was up, something wasn’t right, but she had no reason to complain. Not yet. <E>