Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-01 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, aspel cassul, seloria cassul |
Your warm whispers, Out of the dark they carry my heart....
Who: Aspel & Seloria.
What: Story time.
Where: Cassul Keep, Kerwon
When: 15 years ago.
Rating: PG? (Mentions of injuries, Heroines and dark woods)
Status: Complete!
This day had been brutal. The task force Aspel had been assigned with thought they would be doing a simple parameter sweep of a disturbance that had happened not far from the Keep. Admittedly, it was a paying gig, which was a benefit but the fight had left her in less than stellar shape. Unfortunately, with the guff she was given about how to fight and when to fight as the field was not time nor place for a woman to engage, Aspel was not going to also give them the pleasure of seeing her injuries as well, even if some of the men in her squad likely had been cause for them. Admittedly, she had had to allow the healer to poke and prod at her some, but there seemed to be a certain level restriction that her fellow Knights followed that would not allow them to admit their full level of injury. After being kept out of the group for so long, and even now, feeling as if she was only beginning to creep in on the fringes she had to push through and prove that she could stand up to foes just as well as any of them. Regardless of that, the long day was done and Aspel had a promise to keep. With that in mind, she trudged up the steps and through the halls of the Keep until she found herself, wearily, standing in front of Seloria’s room. A gentle knocking would be made at the door frame with a gentle and loving smile. For now, it was story time. The girl who had been tucked carefully into bed by her attendant slipped out from under the covers. She knew exactly what the knock meant. No one really knocked. They all just wandered in, expecting her to accept their presence. While in some instances she didn't mind it, in others it meant fussy things. Aspel was never fussy. Aspel brought stories and sometimes books with pictures. Her hair hung in a long braid over her shoulder. The ribbon on the bottom of it was brown. Brown was Seloria's favorite. Her small hands latched onto the large ring that doubled as the handle for the door and she pulled back on it. The door creaked in protest as she threw all her weight into getting it open. She hadn't even put on slippers, the pads of her feet pressing against the cool stone floor for leverage. The feather white crown poked out from behind the door and her large blue eyes looked up at her battered sister. A moment later, she latched onto her leg, completely disregarding her condition. Aspel swallowed the whimper of pain, dismissing it before it even emerged. Seloria did not need to know of these things. The little girl before her needed to know of nothing more than fairy tales, unicorns, butterflies, rainbows, and charming princes that would surely sweep her away to a magical land of joy, and happiness for all involved for the rest of their lives. Bending down - another violent shoot of pain ripping through her body, that would surface in nothing more than a wince - Aspel wrapped an arm around the smaller girl, giving a soft hug, before attempting to lift Seloria up. “Walking upon such cold floors with bare feet is an assured way to illness.” Her words were soft, worried, loving. With that, Aspel would attempt to carry Seloria back to her bed assuming the girl didn’t squirm too much, and place her upon it. “Have you behaved today?” A soft smile, one worn around the edges, but loving emerged as Aspel shifted, stiffly moving to sit on the edge with the heavy tome laid in her lap. Seloria completely missed the tensing of her leg as she’d attached herself to it. All she knew was that Aspel had said something fussy. It was the tone if nothing else and it made Seloria frown at her. “I will not get sick,” she said scrunching her face into a stubborn set. The stone wasn’t that cold. Well, it was, but she was going to be back in her bed soon anyway, with the big blankets and Aspel would be there too. So it’d be extra warm. Her excitement for stories always overrode her desire for comfort. The act of being picked up was met welcomingly and once she was lifted, the girl wrapped her arms around her sister as best she could. It wasn’t to make sure she didn’t fall. She trusted that Aspel wouldn’t drop her. It was just another hug of tight affection to let her know how much she’d missed her through the day. Then she was laid upon her bed. Seloria made sure to put the blankets back up around her as Aspel went and got the book. It was a ritual they completed often and it wasn’t too hard for the girl to situate herself properly. She’d been tucked in so many times she knew exactly how it needed to look down to literally tucking the covers under the edges of her body. When asked if she had behaved today, she only nodded. So...she might have stole some cookies from the kitchen earlier, but it wasn’t really stealing if Geldis gave them to her and told her to keep it a secret was it? She sat up, her back against the pillows...before sliding down and pulling the blankets up to her chin. She might fall asleep somewhere during the story, but Aspel was always really good at picking up where she’d drifted off! A gentle smile was offered in return to Seloria’s rebuttal. “If you are not careful, your chances for illness shall increase.” And it was true, though perhaps not as true for Seloria as it was for Aspel herself in these times. The muscles soreness would abate eventually, but it would likely be replaced by a new pain in the coming morn. A soft squeeze was given back to the girl as she was carried, the youngest Cassul was a precious thing, one that Aspel wished often to never let go, to always have the ability to watch over and protect. The gaps in ages - while generally considered ill advised - had worked well for Aspel, who had been old enough to understand, and love with her whole heart each new addition to the family as they came. With Seloria settled into bed, Aspel’s soft and loving smile returned. “Ah, good. I would loathe to have to make excuse for you to mother.” It was a gentle tease, like much of her stance and treating of the other girl were. Though, it seemed now that Seloria had settled in, and Aspel shifted back, prying open the book to where they had left off the night before. “Are you ready?” A curious quirking a brow followed the question as she waited for a reply. “I am a Cassul,” she declared proudly. “I can beat anything.” It was a perfect likeness of Rictor’s bravado when it came to battle. If the cold was against her, then clearly it was a battle. It was a battle that she would win. She’d even pounded her fists into the comforters and nodded her head sharply to emphasis her words. All that fight in her instantly dissipated when Aspel asked if she was ready. The way she had neatly tucked herself in was undone when her small hands gripped the top of her covers and pulled them up to her chin. Her feet kicked with excitement. “Yes!” “Mm.” Aspel cheerily confirmed to Seloria’s fighting spirit. “That is most certainly, the proper attitude to take.” Her tone was full of nothing yet pure fondness for the young girl in bed before her, and Aspel shifted, attempting not to provoke pain from any of her many sore spots this eve. “I believe we were just entering into the dark woods with our Heroine, no?” Because this was obviously, the perfect spot to pick up on to keep Seloria captivated a bit longer than normal tonight, and really, even if Aspel would never say it, she could certainly use the company. |