Post by Sayvahn on Mar 23, 2016 1:07:52 GMT
Lifting her wasn’t hard. Lady Grey’s body fit well in Sayvahn’s arm, mainly because of how tiny she seemed. She was like a child to him, not as much as the young girl, but still young. Shame that she was in such a state— body, so thin, so light— and the feline knew her lightness wasn’t because he had been working on his strength, but because of her— so fragile, in his arms. It was pitiful.
Then, the girl spoke up, deciding for herself what to do. She promptly left, before he could even make a quip, before anyone could stop her.
“Blasted girl.” Sayvahn began, holding Lady Grey tighter to himself. No relief lay on the woman’s face, no ease, and so he had to presume that Lasair’s magic had had no effect. “She’s going to get herself killed.” The barber muttered, glancing at Lasair, having no urge to chase after the youngling, especially having one already in his arms. So, the feline chose to watch Lasair, to see if he would chase after the girl, to stop her, or join her. Sayvahn could man the fort, could leave, or follow. He was indifferent, but one thing did tug, if selfishly, on his mind. How calm Lasair was, despite Ratna’s state. Would Lasair feel the same, if it was the feline poisoned, and not the Lady? Would he shed some inkling of concern? It was trival thought, one that should not have pressed against the barber’s mind, but he couldn’t stop it, so he held Lady Grey tighter, pressing him against her, feeling her warmth, ever so faint, seep into his skin.
Then, the girl spoke up, deciding for herself what to do. She promptly left, before he could even make a quip, before anyone could stop her.
“Blasted girl.” Sayvahn began, holding Lady Grey tighter to himself. No relief lay on the woman’s face, no ease, and so he had to presume that Lasair’s magic had had no effect. “She’s going to get herself killed.” The barber muttered, glancing at Lasair, having no urge to chase after the youngling, especially having one already in his arms. So, the feline chose to watch Lasair, to see if he would chase after the girl, to stop her, or join her. Sayvahn could man the fort, could leave, or follow. He was indifferent, but one thing did tug, if selfishly, on his mind. How calm Lasair was, despite Ratna’s state. Would Lasair feel the same, if it was the feline poisoned, and not the Lady? Would he shed some inkling of concern? It was trival thought, one that should not have pressed against the barber’s mind, but he couldn’t stop it, so he held Lady Grey tighter, pressing him against her, feeling her warmth, ever so faint, seep into his skin.