Esther (glass) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-16 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !plot: founders festival, esther glass, raghnall quilloran |
Who: Raghnall & Esther
What: Healing times~
Where: Healer's tent
When: Day 2 of FF.
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Complete
He didn’t know how it happened. ...no, wait, that was a lie. It happened because he was being reckless attempting to impress a girl. He wouldn’t say which girl it was - he assumed most people would think he was lying anyway - but he didn’t have to explain himself to anyone unless they asked. And the great thing about Esther was even if she asked he knew she wouldn’t blab. Which was why he sought her out. That, and she was one of the only healers he knew who put up with him. Esther found the day to be full of more work than fun, so she fell back into sighing in-between glasses of ether to replenish her magic. There was a surge of people every time there was some event involving the Fighter’s Guild but Esther only felt mildly annoyed at that — fighters would be… well fighters. Getting hurt was part of it. She was finishing a bottle of Esther when Raghnall walked in, Esther’s eyebrows went up. “I was wondering when you would show up.” But the white mage beamed, no annoyance in her voice, moving to bop him on the nose in greeting. “What happened?” Raghnall should have known she’d be expecting him, and honestly felt a bit embarrassed when she said as much to his face. Aware that she was probably busy, he thought ahead to pick up a treat for her, a snack he knew she liked, offering it to her as a consolation prize for having to put up with his idiocy yet again. Raghnall wouldn’t apologize - he knew this would happen. Taking note of the bottle of ether, he offered Esther the cake with a slight grin. “I tried using a technique that I haven’t mastered yet, and it backfired.” Thankfully, he was the only one hurt in the resulting mess, a fact that he was oddly proud of. “Any chance you can make sure I get a scar? The ladies claim they’re dashing.” Esther didn’t mind at all, she was fond of everyone (less fond of some, but Raghnall was not one of those rare cases). “Faram, you’re incorrigible, but never change.” The cake was eyed with appreciation because if there was something else Esther enjoyed, it was eating. “And you know the way to my heart. Sit, sit.” She busied herself with getting a few clean bandages out and a potion or two. “Did you give your mentor a small heart attack?” Esther chuckled, hands steady as they examined the injury. Not the worst one she had seen to today, thank Faram; teasing him about injuries was a lot harder when they were serious. “It’s not bad enough to scar, and it does not make you look more dashing. You need to pick up tips from, what is his name, ah yes! Lord Vaux, apparently he is quite the charmer around here.” A towel dipped in warm water as she cleaned the blood and dirt before getting ready to cast cure. Raghnall still felt like a nuisance, especially considering his injury was technically his fault and nobody elses. “I’ll do my best not to, but I make no guarantees,” she said, grinning widely as he found a place to put the cake where it wouldn’t be in the way. Raghnall wouldn’t want it to get spoilt before she had a chance to try it. “I pay attention, and you deserve a little something for putting up with me.” Laughing softly at her question, Raghnall had the grace to look sheepish. “He told me I’m lucky I came out relatively unscathed for the most part,” he admitted, choosing not to add in the part about how he was more scared of his mentors’ reaction than the fact that he’d screwed up at all. “Ah Esther, why’d you have to go wrecking my dreams? And then to say Lord Vaux is more charming than me… my heart hurts.” He enjoyed how easily she bantered with his without giving the impression she found him troublesome. Esther giggled, resisting the urge to bop him on the nose again. He was charming, he was young and smart - for a moment she felt much older than she was. Maybe it was the fact she would be married soon (when not sure, but soon enough). “I have to knock your dream down now and again, help you build them again -better- the second time around.” Stepping back, she lifted her staff and chanted the spell, feeling her mana drain as the spell took effect, falling like a warm blanket over Raghnall and clearing his wounds. When it was finished, Esther stepped back, giving a satisfied nod. “There we go, young sir, you’re ready to go out and cause havoc again.” Raghnall knew she was off limits, but there was something about that giggle that made him happy. She had this way of making him feel like she actually thought of him as a friend, which he chalked up to how nurturing and patient she was. Esther would make some man a fine wife. Closing his eyes, which he always did so as not to spoil the mystery, he listened to her chanting and felt a measure of peace wash over him. He smiles up at Esther, aware that she’s probably not paying attention, but Raghnall still feels the need to acknowledge how much better he feels. ‘Thank you milady, you are as always, sent from the skies above.” And on some days, it was weird thinking that she was no longer really allowed to flirt with others as freely as she used to. That she would be faithful to one man only, it seemed so distant and so grown up. Were things different Esther would’ve kissed his cheek and flashed him a playful smile before sending him on his way. “You flatter me. Now I’m going to eat the cake, and I’m not sharing. Not even with someone as handsome as you.” Making a grab for the cake on the side, Esther held it close as if she were shielding it from Raghnall. “So shoo.” She had found someone she wanted to be with, he wasn’t going to begrudge her or anyone that opportunity. That she didn’t flirt back wouldn’t change that he felt she was amazing, he just added the codifier ‘off limits’ to all their interactions. Raghnall probably would have been shocked if she kissed his cheek, but had always found her playful. “Of course I do, that’s what you do with a beautiful and capable woman,” Raghnall explained, giving a one-shouldered shrug. “Enjoy the cake, and I hope next time I see you it’s under far better circumstances.” Raghnall called out to Esther, flashing a slight pout when she shoo’d him off. |