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Alaina watched, heart broken, as no took the elevator up and left her behind. How could she have done that? They were friends! They'd looked after each other! Letting anger take over for now since it was the emotion that hurt the lest, she turned and ran off into the mall and quickly became lost looking for this supposed spirit train.
Alaina had been happy to see her friend again, but then Jo holds up the marker. Alaina looks down at her necklace and see the cap hanging there, empty, and hugs Jo tightly. It would've been ages before shed managed to snag another dry erase! "I met shoemaking elves and fell through a void that hadn't been there when I went in the shop!" She writes,mshowing Jonbefore looking at the new person and moving a little behind her friend.
The raven-haired youth freezes and looks at all the little fey like this is insane. Of course, it is, since elves aren't real(right?) and they definitely(maybe) didn't make shoes. Still, the look for Jo had to continue, so Alaina shook of the shock and wrote a description of Jo on the dry erase board before showing the nearest elf.
"This is, like, the best night ever!!!!" She agreed eagerly, nodding and pulling out her stolen dry erase board and writing quickly, drawing a raven to show she'd seen it too. "I think I know where we can get a heater, but I like being out of the wind the most!" Then the world changed and Alaina didn't know what to do except run and run until she couldn't anymore. Seeing the strange face on the sign, smiling at her, she felt this weird desire to go in and explore. Never knew what could be in a place. Maybe Jo was there!
'Quite,' Lady Rebecca nods in response then, seeing Lady Alaina arrive adds, gesturing towards where Garrett is being led from the tilting field by Redwyrm squires, 'Alaina! Is there anything you can do for poor Sir Garrett? They've revived him, but as you can see, he still seems to be staggering from the blow Sir Hugh felled him with... and he's due in the sword ring with Lord Geoffrey! After the mace and the lance, I'm sure the sword will favour Sir Garrett - you've seen how he is with that family blade of his...' "I could try, but I'm down to my healer's kit at the moment. How are you feeling?" Alaina asks.
"Lady Alaina, can you do anything for them, or should we carry them to the nearest temple, I will carry Aydan if need be..." "Yes, but much of the fire is smoldering now. Nevertheless, I shall try." Alaina says as she hurries over. She instructs Garret to move then as close as he can without aggravating their wounds, and then calls on her white fire to burn away the injuries.
Alaina seems a little less vigorous now that her channeling fire is spent, but the wounds are mostly gone and no one is in danger of dying...
"There are times when explanations are a danger Mi'lady. But if you truly wish to act the stubborn mule, I believe I heard talk of treason or worse. Especially if you were female." "And now that I think about it, I heard two voices from inside the tent, but only that vile knight stepped out of it..."
'What happened?' she asks in a hoarse whisper... "What happened is that you ignored our warnings and came very close to avoiding the rest of the tournament. I would think after what happened last night you would have stopped taking risks like this. You should have trusted Beatrix and I when we said we had to leave and get your father!" Alaina says sternly. "I will be sure to tell him you need time to recover and that he might want to consider letting you miss the rest of the tournament. You have been through a lot." She says as she examines the bruises gently, prodding around the edges to test their sensitivity.
"We just came to see the black knight. I daresay you are more impressive up close." Alaina says. "But alas, we do not have much time to spare and we must return to the tournament. I'll be watching to see if your strength can endure the rest of the day. Good day to you, Sir Knight."
"Did you hear that?"'No,' whispers Lady Rebecca, a worried frown on her brow as she senses the concern in Beatrix's voice, 'what was it? Alaina, did you hear?'
"Yes I did." Alaina whispers. "It seems we had out first sign of trouble before we ever saw the knight. Which may be a good thing." Her hand goes to her new mace at her side as she glances back at the tent. "We need to leave before they realize we are here."
'Mayhap we should go and see what this "Black Knight" is all about, yes? After all, swooning at the competitors seems to be our expected duty...'Beatrix gives a noncommittal shrug. She is not enthusiastic about the possibility of chatting up heavily armed men of questionable provenance, but knows that once Rebecca gets an idea she will not be dissuaded. "As a Lady in Waiting, I discourage such activity, since it is potentially dangerous. But.." She pauses and gives Beatrix an apologetic smile. "I wouldn't mind knowing more about this 'Black Knight' myself. At the first sign of trouble though, you must promise to run, Lady Rebbecca. No arguments!"
If you could at least awaken him?' Lady Rebecca asks, 'Lest he remain in the dirt to be trampled by the next competitors in the mace... You could then fetch your healer's supplies... I'm quite positive this is far from the last injury which will require your skills today, Alaina! "Which was the reason I was wanting to save my magic, but what you say makes sense." Once again Alaina let's the white fire burn into her patient. She smiles as she watches the wounds fade more easily this time.
Lady Rebecca rushes to Garrett's side as soon as she's able, calling Alaina to go with her... "He put up quite the fight, didn't he?" Alaina asks no one in particular as she lowers a hand covered in white fire to Garrent's forehead. The fire spreads over Garret's body quickly, fading bruises like it is consuming the color. "I'd try to heal him again, but we still have other friends competing. I wish I had thought to bring my kit.."
"Well, I was told by my late mother that it started during wars long ago. A lady would give a token to the soldier she loved, and tell him it was very important and that we needed to return it when he came back. The reason was actually very clever. If the soldier knew he had to return something important to his loved one, he would fight that much harder to stay alive so he could do so." She smiles as she looks out at the current duel. "Now we do it for luck and to make our affections known." |
