This time, the fear consumed Keovari. He felt his heart skip a breath when she was suddenly not beside him. In a flurry of snow, he spun and turned to her, rushing over. About to blurt out a string of questions, worry, and apologies, at his wits end of harrowed worry, he forced himself to stop short and catch her soft voice.
Faye tried to see past the quickening drifts of snowing wind that fled past her, but it was getting more difficult and her cries seemed to be consumed before they even reached her own ears. she would have to chance it. Drawing Satsurai from it's sheath, she advanced in the direction of the moving figure. Her progress was slow, but the closer she got the more positive she was that it was her new friend.
"Like hell." He said bluntly.
He removed his overcoat and made sure his shirt sleeves covered the old scars, then held it out for her. He knelt down before looking back to her face, "Please excuse this, my Lady." He slipped one hand lightly around her ankle and closed his eyes, letting his energy seep out to her skin. An unexpected wall seemed to smack him back. He frowned deeply and tried again. This time the force knocked him to the snowy earth. Keovari's frown deepened as he stood. Why can I not help her? He frowned as he searched her face as if expecting an answer to appear there. Because of...her?
But the necessity to help and protect Mystical overwhelmed his hesitance, and he stepped closer, "Please allow me to carry you back to our previous lodgings. You have been made weak enough as it is, though my own mistakes, and now you most certainly cannot move. Neither I will not leave you here. I apologize, Mystical."
He held out his hands as he again stepped closer, his icy blue eyes glued to her beautiful green, apologizing and pleading with her.
"I truly regret what my mistakes have done to you already. I... cannot allow worse..." He took another step closer, expiring the space between them, and slipping his hands around both of hers, holding them to his heart.
He spoke softly now, his voice heavy with the deep worry that made him act unlike his reserved self, "Mystical, I have no choice, my heart will not allow any more harm to come to you... All this time away, I have wished only to be with you again, to take on the burden that Fate unfairly surrendered to your shoulders. It is because of my actions in a failed attempt to assist you, that you have to wring from yourself more strength then you should be required to find. Now, again, I have bought you what you do not deserve..." He paused and squeezed her hands gently, "...I... care... far too much for you to allow you to be alone in your battles any longer. I am sorry for my inadequate assistance before now and assure you, I will guide and support you as you deserve."
He stopped, but continued to hold her gaze, finding himself selfishly unable to let go of the comforting enchantment they exuded.
Feet away from the figure she had been pursuing, Faye realized it was indeed her friend. Rather then joy at finding him, her stomach dropped. She tucked Satsurai back into its home, then dashed the last few yards to him.
"Rosiel?" She knelt into the cushion of snow, and took his hand in both her own, "Rosiel?" She asked, growing deeply worried. The small woman took one hand, removed the glove which she tossed aside. She lay it on his forehead before snapping it back in surprise, eyes wide. She slowly lay it back down, feeling the heat.
"You... are quite ill," Faye whispered sadly and she reached up to removed the cloak Lady Mystical had given her, sending another guilty pang of worry through Faye's heart. She moved closer and gently pulled Rosiel up to her lap, then tucked the cloak around him. She removed her other glove, then lay one hand on his forehead, the other taking his hand up again, "I may not be able to offer much to someone like you... But healing is one of my crafts..."
She closed her eyes and let the silky light of her water energy slide from her heart into his body, and from her hand into his fevered head. Instantly she felt that her talents would do little to help him, but she pressed on, offering what she could.
It's my fault.
She did not notice the tears growing in her eyes, "I am so sorry, Rosiel. You have been so helpful and welcoming to me. This is my own fault, but I will not let my carelessness cause you such illness and pain as this. I regret what my mistakes have done to you... I will not allow worse." The tears slid down her cheeks and merged with her water energy which slowly fed off the snow around them as her own store of energy neared failing. She felt them move slowly down as the snow released itself into her magnetic call, letting them touch the frozen earth.
Faye wished in the back of her mind that she had some of Mystical's warmth to offer, before slipping into the gentle wash of blankness that accompanied her more powerful spells. The cold was unimportant now, the desperation of her depression distant. What mattered now was Rosiel’s safety.
Her lips moved in soft patterns, repeating the spell, strengthening it as Nature gave her it's wild power so freely. She let her watery healing slip into his body, hoping it would sooth Rosiel.
Faye tried to see past the quickening drifts of snowing wind that fled past her, but it was getting more difficult and her cries seemed to be consumed before they even reached her own ears. she would have to chance it. Drawing Satsurai from it's sheath, she advanced in the direction of the moving figure. Her progress was slow, but the closer she got the more positive she was that it was her new friend.
"Like hell." He said bluntly.
He removed his overcoat and made sure his shirt sleeves covered the old scars, then held it out for her. He knelt down before looking back to her face, "Please excuse this, my Lady." He slipped one hand lightly around her ankle and closed his eyes, letting his energy seep out to her skin. An unexpected wall seemed to smack him back. He frowned deeply and tried again. This time the force knocked him to the snowy earth. Keovari's frown deepened as he stood. Why can I not help her? He frowned as he searched her face as if expecting an answer to appear there. Because of...her?
But the necessity to help and protect Mystical overwhelmed his hesitance, and he stepped closer, "Please allow me to carry you back to our previous lodgings. You have been made weak enough as it is, though my own mistakes, and now you most certainly cannot move. Neither I will not leave you here. I apologize, Mystical."
He held out his hands as he again stepped closer, his icy blue eyes glued to her beautiful green, apologizing and pleading with her.
"I truly regret what my mistakes have done to you already. I... cannot allow worse..." He took another step closer, expiring the space between them, and slipping his hands around both of hers, holding them to his heart.
He spoke softly now, his voice heavy with the deep worry that made him act unlike his reserved self, "Mystical, I have no choice, my heart will not allow any more harm to come to you... All this time away, I have wished only to be with you again, to take on the burden that Fate unfairly surrendered to your shoulders. It is because of my actions in a failed attempt to assist you, that you have to wring from yourself more strength then you should be required to find. Now, again, I have bought you what you do not deserve..." He paused and squeezed her hands gently, "...I... care... far too much for you to allow you to be alone in your battles any longer. I am sorry for my inadequate assistance before now and assure you, I will guide and support you as you deserve."
He stopped, but continued to hold her gaze, finding himself selfishly unable to let go of the comforting enchantment they exuded.
Feet away from the figure she had been pursuing, Faye realized it was indeed her friend. Rather then joy at finding him, her stomach dropped. She tucked Satsurai back into its home, then dashed the last few yards to him.
"Rosiel?" She knelt into the cushion of snow, and took his hand in both her own, "Rosiel?" She asked, growing deeply worried. The small woman took one hand, removed the glove which she tossed aside. She lay it on his forehead before snapping it back in surprise, eyes wide. She slowly lay it back down, feeling the heat.
"You... are quite ill," Faye whispered sadly and she reached up to removed the cloak Lady Mystical had given her, sending another guilty pang of worry through Faye's heart. She moved closer and gently pulled Rosiel up to her lap, then tucked the cloak around him. She removed her other glove, then lay one hand on his forehead, the other taking his hand up again, "I may not be able to offer much to someone like you... But healing is one of my crafts..."
She closed her eyes and let the silky light of her water energy slide from her heart into his body, and from her hand into his fevered head. Instantly she felt that her talents would do little to help him, but she pressed on, offering what she could.
It's my fault.
She did not notice the tears growing in her eyes, "I am so sorry, Rosiel. You have been so helpful and welcoming to me. This is my own fault, but I will not let my carelessness cause you such illness and pain as this. I regret what my mistakes have done to you... I will not allow worse." The tears slid down her cheeks and merged with her water energy which slowly fed off the snow around them as her own store of energy neared failing. She felt them move slowly down as the snow released itself into her magnetic call, letting them touch the frozen earth.
Faye wished in the back of her mind that she had some of Mystical's warmth to offer, before slipping into the gentle wash of blankness that accompanied her more powerful spells. The cold was unimportant now, the desperation of her depression distant. What mattered now was Rosiel’s safety.
Her lips moved in soft patterns, repeating the spell, strengthening it as Nature gave her it's wild power so freely. She let her watery healing slip into his body, hoping it would sooth Rosiel.
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