Post by Nym Zeal on May 20, 2005 3:27:00 GMT -5
It wasn't until later, after the healers had given her warm klah that she knew was laced with something and had bandaged every cut, scrape and horrible bleeding spot that they could, that the rider realized what yesterday had been. Sitting up with a whince, she'd hardly noticed the broken leg or the arrow in her side when she'd been defending Eirik but boy was she making up for it, she turned her head to look out the window. It was dark, the glass reflecting her own face that was lit from the candle beside her bed.
"Sil..." she whispered, remembering her lost friend. Gradually the herbs took affect, Nym's eyes growing increasingly heavy before she laid back, arms moving around the pillow and eyes refocusing on the flickering flame of the candle. "Maybe it be that death is a peaceful existance, not one with the same perils as we live by each day." Her mind went not only to Sil then, but to the others that had fallen that night in the protection of Goldenmyst. They'd massacred the enemy, but their own losses were heavy on the rider's heart. How strange, that the war were to take place on that day of all days. Nym leaned up, blowing out the light and laying there in the dark.
With the light extinguished, it didn't seem so dark any longer. The stars were visible, after a time, the outline of trees and architecture also slowly being made out to the rider's eyes. Eventually, her eyes closed for the healing sleep that she needed. She hadn't allowed magical healing, thinking that if she could lead men to die then she could also suffer the pain in healing. For a moment, she imagined Sil leading Goldenmyst's dead to their rest with that same kindness she'd remembered about the drow girl. Only a moment, though, the rest of her dreams being fitful with images of the night.
"Sil..." she whispered, remembering her lost friend. Gradually the herbs took affect, Nym's eyes growing increasingly heavy before she laid back, arms moving around the pillow and eyes refocusing on the flickering flame of the candle. "Maybe it be that death is a peaceful existance, not one with the same perils as we live by each day." Her mind went not only to Sil then, but to the others that had fallen that night in the protection of Goldenmyst. They'd massacred the enemy, but their own losses were heavy on the rider's heart. How strange, that the war were to take place on that day of all days. Nym leaned up, blowing out the light and laying there in the dark.
With the light extinguished, it didn't seem so dark any longer. The stars were visible, after a time, the outline of trees and architecture also slowly being made out to the rider's eyes. Eventually, her eyes closed for the healing sleep that she needed. She hadn't allowed magical healing, thinking that if she could lead men to die then she could also suffer the pain in healing. For a moment, she imagined Sil leading Goldenmyst's dead to their rest with that same kindness she'd remembered about the drow girl. Only a moment, though, the rest of her dreams being fitful with images of the night.
