Lomiel, Avarian, Meril or whatever. (dark_daughter) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-10 22:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | avarian, caranthir, elrond, zhibal |
You are healing faster than we hoped.
Who: Caranthir, Avarian, Elrond, Zhibal.
What: Caranthir forges, Avarian fights her way out of the shadow, and Zhibal comes to visit!
When: Uh... probably during the head!Haleth log.
Caranthir: *swears he's going insane*
Caranthir: *or seeing and hearing things*
Avarian: *finally managed to make it through the darkness .... it took 3 days.... but is definitely on the other side now*
Caranthir: *FORGES*
Caranthir: *talks to himself occasionally and eye twitches*
Elrond: *has her on her stomach, and is inspecting her back again, somewhat impressed* You are healing faster than we hoped. I believe I can sew these up completely now.
Avarian: *smiles* You might even be able to untie me.
Caranthir: *stops FORGING* *takes a walk >.<*
Elrond: I would only untie you if I thought you had the sense not to go riding off to your death. *sternly, while stitching*
Avarian: Nay, I want ... *ponders* I need to speak to a few people.
Elrond: We will see. *has 3 out of 5 scars neatly stitched up*
Avarian: *nods her head, softly .... swears some woman was speaking to her... but knows no one is in the room now*
Caranthir: *sighs**WALKS*
Elrond: *will check her other wounds over, as well, before he decides if she aught to be allowed out of a bed*
Caranthir: *twitch*
Avarian: *closes her eyes, and hums a bit* *is probably drugged, but also just generally feels like a weight's been lifted off her shoulders* *knows she isn't whole yet, but feels closer*
Caranthir: *decides to go for a ride. A nice long ride*
Elrond: *sews up the last scar* You understand this is not over yet.
Avarian: *stops humming a bit, and nods her head* I think it is almost time for me to put the blade aside entirely.
Caranthir: *is going to just riiide away for a few..years or so >.>*
Elrond: That might be wise. You are either losing your touch, or never much cared.
Elrond: *finishes up the last one, slathers the whole mess with salve, then checks on her other wounds* *cleans out a few that aren't healing well* This will sting.
Avarian: *nods her head* I did not much care. And I may be losing my touch. Both are probably true ... but I was worried, that I was using Caranthir ..... .... *hisses a bit*... and worried, that he was something of Morgoth sent to hound at me, and there was the vision, as well. It called to me.
Elrond: Visions will do that. You must learn to ignore it.
Avarian: I thought I saw him dying. I felt like it would have been my fault. I wished to ... see if I could sway things, otherwise. *hisses again* That orc bite really is nasty.
Zhi: *coming to visit!*
Elrond: I am trying to come to terms with the idea that you were bitten by an orc at all.
Avarian: The poison was making me dizzy. They had already stabbed the hand I use to fight with. I was trying to convince them to cook me, if they were going to eat me, so that I had more time to fight them off.
Elrond: *arches a brow* You cannot negotiate with orcs.
Avarian: Obviously. ... Is that skin going to grow back?
Elrond: Yes. *stitches the wounds he just cleaned again, then re-bandages them* *unties her*
Avarian: *almost cheers!*
Elrond: You may walk in the gardens. If I see you running off to the South I will make the rangers put more holes in you. *sternly*
Elrond: *helps her up, has the healers wash her up and put her in a clean dress, and then she is pushed out into the gardens!*
Avarian: *walks through the gardens, humming to herself... oblivious to the craziness going on at the theatre .... really humming, picks up a flower and twirls it in her fingers*
Zhi: *smiles* Perhaps I should have included a clause about making sure you have not come to harm.
Avarian: *turns, spots Zhi, and smiles at her* It was my own fault. I was running away from the frying pan and running into the fire.
Zhibal: I see.
Avarian: *tilts her head* The fire showed me war, and ... more fire, and death... I thought it might have shown me Caranthir's death, but now I am not certain.
Zhibal: There will always be war, Meril.
Zhibal: Between men.
Avarian: I know.
Avarian: .... This war, I think, I will not be fighting. Not in the same way.
Zhibal: *nods her head*
Avarian: *smiles a bit, picks up another flower and tucks it into Zhi's hair* Orcs decided to try skinning and eating me alive. I hope I tasted good, as I was their last meal. *winks at her*
Zhibal: I am sure you taste delicious.
Avarian: *chuckles, takes a seat on a garden bench* Now tell me why you really came here.
Zhi: The progress on the theatre has gone well. I was merely curious as to your progress.
Avarian: I have had an interesting time.
Avarian: I helped build a kitchen, and created some cement used to shore up the cielings and front... Feanor approves of me, Maglor does not ...
Avarian: I cannot blame him, that is my own fault.
Avarian: My back is being healed? *smiles?*
Zhi: *raises eyebrows**looks surprised at the latter*
Avarian: *Notices, laughs, and explains* The second orc swiped at me with his sword as he was dying, and ripped some of the scars open.
Avarian: Mor ..... Caranthir ... decided to carve them all open, since the timing was convenient.
Zhibal: *looks a bit concerned*
Avarian: *tilts her head* It has been a very hard three days warring with shadows, and burning the taint off my back. But ... Lord Elrond is looking after me, and he tells me that physically I will be alright.
Zhibal: What about emotionally? Mentally?
Avarian: I believe that will be a longer process... though... I will tell you that I already feel much lighter.
Avarian: I almost do not recognize myself. *chuckles*
Zhibal: You are rather...shining, from within.
Avarian: *smiles, genuinely at her*
Avarian: The hardest thing, so far, has been knowing what is not a trick being waved in front of me, and what is.
Zhibal: Has it been?
Avarian: *softly* Surprisingly so. I can remember, now, every single thing that happened in that place, and you would think that would be enough to drive me insane.
Zhibal: It would drive me mad, I think.
Avarian: You would think so. *nods her head* But I have found that knowledge is far greater than half-knowledge, or ignorance.
Zhibal: *smiles brightly* Pity you never learned that lesson from me.
Avarian: You must have been trying so hard for me to see it, too.
Avarian: And Moryo was trying... even Iren, sometimes, would try .... and to think it was a grumpy part-maiar and an orc named Larry, of all things.... *laughs*
Zhibal: Or perhaps it was finally, you.
Avarian: *darts her eyes* Perhaps.
Zhibal: *smiles softly* If you do not mind my saying so, you are much more suited here, than you were in the Jun. Even if you did fit in, and were profitable.
Avarian: I do not mind it at all .... I will not ever be convinced that dancing there was the most terrible thing, but I realise how it must have looked now, to some poeple.
Zhibal: Not everyone is so open minded, I am afraid. I still get looks.
Avarian: You know.... *smiles a bit, in memory* Laerion, used to always tell me that I should have danced for Kings, or greater, instead of brothel patrons. ... But He had been one of them. I think I was simply trying to recapture something.
Zhibal: And not just because I am from the East. *nods her head* Perhaps you were.
Avarian: But I think... that 7 thousand years of dwelling on the past is quite enough now. *grins*
Zhibal: I rather like this change in you. It is for the better. As though a cloud as moved away from the sun.
Avarian: *... blushes*
Avarian: Do not talk so much about it, or I will have to be contrary and bitchy again.
Zhibal: *laughs* Perhaps not entirely away from the sun.
Avarian: *runs a hand through her hair* I am not sure how to be .... this way. I have not been this way in .... ... I do not remember. It is odd.
Zhibal: *puts a hand on her cheek* Let it flow, like water.
Avarian: *smiles, though still looks worried* I do not know how to be strong, when I feel as if my light is pouring out of my body in every direction, and anyone could come at me... it is very vulnerable, being like this... I do not seem to care, but..
Zhibal: Let yourself be vulnerable, Meril, and earn your names back.
Avarian: *smiles, hugs her*
Zhibal: *hugs her gently* Get some rest, and I hope to see you dance in the theatre.
Avarian: *nods her head* I will.
Zhibal: *nods, and walks out!*