Post by Lady Liliana Campbell on Jun 9, 2008 1:56:17 GMT -6
"What ails my sweet rose?"
That familiar voice that never failed to comfort drifted through the exhausted mind of the woman laying upon the bed in the Healer's Hall. Twisting and turning, a groan passing her lips, Liliana struggled to awaken. She did not want to remember that voice now.
Her Papa's voice.
"Do not cry my sweet Liliana. All wounds heal in time..."
A whimper would be drawn from her lips. It's cause was not the physical wounds, but the emotional ones. When those words had been spoken to her she had been a mere child, barely six summers old, and some children in the village had beaten her. Yet, it'd been the cruel words they had called her that had caused the most injury. Her Papa's words had helped to soothe the hurt.
"Go to Beth and let her tend to your injuries now. I will be back in time for dinner. I love you, little one."
Imagining the feel of comforting arms holding her close and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, Liliana felt a sharp pain shoot through her heart. A hot tear slid down her cheek from closed eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks, as mumbled words would pass her lips,"Please...don't leave..."
A gentle hand touching her arm was what caused Liliana to stir from her troubled slumber. Blinking slowly, both cheeks now soaked by tears, she stared up at the unfamiliar face of a woman who was smiling gently down at her.
"Do nae fret. Sleep..." Those soothing words put Liliana at ease and soon her lids lowered as sleep took her again. Peace was found this time.
A few days passed from the incident, occurring only the evening of her arrival at the hall, and Liliana was slowly recovering from the fever caused by her dip in the sea. Though she slept quite a bit still, she was awake for a longer time each time she opened her eyes, and on this particular day she was sitting up in bed.
Eating the soup brought to her, which tasted quite delicious as she had not ate in some time, Liliana looked around her at the others that laid in the beds in the hall. It was a peaceful place, aside from those who had dreams or delusions, of which she had learned she'd had a few. Not a single question had been asked of her about where she was or how she had came to be at the Healer's Hall.
She did recall a man's face and the comfort of his arms as he carried her to get aid, two women's faces as they worked to mend her wound, and then that was it. What they had asked or spoken to her about, if anything, during that time was forgotten. One thing she would never forget though was the feel of the knife entering her body and the cruel laughter of the men.
Sorrow would flicker in her chocolate gaze as she stared down into her soup, thoughts of her time aboard that horrid ship flashing through her mind, she felt the tears stinging her eyes again. With a yearning words could not described she wished that her mind had been cleared of what had taken place from the day she was kidnapped until the day she was thrown into the sea.
A hand appeared just under her face, ready to take the bowl of soup if she was finished, and she looked up at them through blurred eyes,"Is there anyone I could speak to...? I have some questions..."
So many questions plagued her mind:
Who had the man been that had saved her? Who were the two women that had taken care of her injury? How had she come to be in this place? Where was this place?
Having any one of those questions answered would succeed in easing her worries...
That familiar voice that never failed to comfort drifted through the exhausted mind of the woman laying upon the bed in the Healer's Hall. Twisting and turning, a groan passing her lips, Liliana struggled to awaken. She did not want to remember that voice now.
Her Papa's voice.
"Do not cry my sweet Liliana. All wounds heal in time..."
A whimper would be drawn from her lips. It's cause was not the physical wounds, but the emotional ones. When those words had been spoken to her she had been a mere child, barely six summers old, and some children in the village had beaten her. Yet, it'd been the cruel words they had called her that had caused the most injury. Her Papa's words had helped to soothe the hurt.
"Go to Beth and let her tend to your injuries now. I will be back in time for dinner. I love you, little one."
Imagining the feel of comforting arms holding her close and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, Liliana felt a sharp pain shoot through her heart. A hot tear slid down her cheek from closed eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks, as mumbled words would pass her lips,"Please...don't leave..."
A gentle hand touching her arm was what caused Liliana to stir from her troubled slumber. Blinking slowly, both cheeks now soaked by tears, she stared up at the unfamiliar face of a woman who was smiling gently down at her.
"Do nae fret. Sleep..." Those soothing words put Liliana at ease and soon her lids lowered as sleep took her again. Peace was found this time.
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A few days passed from the incident, occurring only the evening of her arrival at the hall, and Liliana was slowly recovering from the fever caused by her dip in the sea. Though she slept quite a bit still, she was awake for a longer time each time she opened her eyes, and on this particular day she was sitting up in bed.
Eating the soup brought to her, which tasted quite delicious as she had not ate in some time, Liliana looked around her at the others that laid in the beds in the hall. It was a peaceful place, aside from those who had dreams or delusions, of which she had learned she'd had a few. Not a single question had been asked of her about where she was or how she had came to be at the Healer's Hall.
She did recall a man's face and the comfort of his arms as he carried her to get aid, two women's faces as they worked to mend her wound, and then that was it. What they had asked or spoken to her about, if anything, during that time was forgotten. One thing she would never forget though was the feel of the knife entering her body and the cruel laughter of the men.
Sorrow would flicker in her chocolate gaze as she stared down into her soup, thoughts of her time aboard that horrid ship flashing through her mind, she felt the tears stinging her eyes again. With a yearning words could not described she wished that her mind had been cleared of what had taken place from the day she was kidnapped until the day she was thrown into the sea.
A hand appeared just under her face, ready to take the bowl of soup if she was finished, and she looked up at them through blurred eyes,"Is there anyone I could speak to...? I have some questions..."
So many questions plagued her mind:
Who had the man been that had saved her? Who were the two women that had taken care of her injury? How had she come to be in this place? Where was this place?
Having any one of those questions answered would succeed in easing her worries...
