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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 24, 2005 7:50:07 GMT -5
 : "Sixteen," Brian answered truthfully. "I am a bit older then her. Just a bit." |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 25, 2005 20:15:45 GMT -5
Christine whimpered in her sleep, tears slipping down her cheeks. She was afraid, terrified by what she saw in her dreams. She had to wake up, had to break free, but her body didn't want to. Her body found it easier to stay asleep, to keep her a prisoner of whatever dark magic the sand merks possessed in their chattering.
Though no sound came out, her lips moved in prayer. Just what she was praying for was a mystery - freedom for Sky, freedom for her? Who knew - only the sleeping maiden did and she wasn't able to tell anyone.
Finally, two words managed to snake and snag their way free of her throat. "Help me," she whispered before falling deeper into the unnatural sleep she found herself a victim of.
And still the tears continued to flow.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 25, 2005 23:47:06 GMT -5
 : Peter walked in, saw nephew and girlfriend, arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. He walked over to a window and pushed it open. It was large enough that Sky could fit his head through. "Sky?" he called. "It's open." |
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Post by Sky on Dec 25, 2005 23:54:46 GMT -5
Poking his head into the room, Sky groaned internally. Of course the first thing, or should he say person, that he saw had to be Brian. Starting to pull his head out of the room, Sky changed his mind. No, he wasn't comfortable talking to Chris when her cousin was there, but why was it that he, Sky, had to be the one to leave? Thrusting his head back into the window, he glanced over at Brian and asked coolly, "Do you and your friend mind stepping out for a while? I'd like to speak to Chris."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 25, 2005 23:56:02 GMT -5
: Brian nodded and lead his lady from the room and back downstairs. Mother was going to have his head for missing this briefing. Actually, no. *Father* would be doing the head chopping off for missing a briefing. Mother would just provide the basket to catch the head in. |
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Post by Sky on Dec 26, 2005 0:05:23 GMT -5
With the room now empty of everyone except Chris and himself, Sky suddenly felt extremely, irrationally, nervous - so much so that he was almost tempted to call Brian back into the room. Almost. But not quite.
Clearing his throat, Sky stalled for time; it wasn't as if he did this kind of thing everyday - he didn't even know how to go about talking to a girl who wasn't exactly there. Sighing to himself, Sky figured that he might as well say something - anything. After all, she probably couldn't really hear him, even if Lady Melisande said she could.
"So . . . Chris. It's me, Sky. I'm here. Well, kind of - it's actually just my head that's in here because you know, I'm a dragon and all and I wouldn't exactly fit into your bedroom. Trust me, if I wasn't a dragon, I would have visited you in whole. But then again, if I wasn't a dragon, there wouldn't have been a need for me to come here because none of this would have happened-" Shaking his head, Sky tried to clear his thoughts, "Sorry for rambling there . . . it's just that, I don't really know what to say. I mean, what can I say? I'm sorry? That doesn't seem adequate. How are you feeling? That answer seems pretty obvious. So what? What can I say to you? I don't know. Maybe . . . I mean, just know that I miss you, okay?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 26, 2005 7:49:37 GMT -5
The tears stopped the moment she heard Sky's voice. She felt comforted by the fact that he *hadn't* forgotten her. Again, she tried to fight her way free, trying to force herself to awaken, but whatever was keeping her a prisoner in her own body, locked away from everyone, was just too strong.
The signs of a struggle appeared on her face - but just barely. It only gave a hint that she was still there, although trapped, she could hear. She was trying to wake up. Eventually, the signs faded and she fell back into a deeper sleep.
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Post by Sky on Dec 27, 2005 18:22:04 GMT -5
Sky stared at Chris's face in silence, wondering to himself what exactly she was thinking about - because it was clear as day that she was having some kind of thought. One that was causing her distress, Sky noted reluctantly.
After a few moments more, Sky quietly withdrew his head from the window. As it so happened, visiting Chris was more difficult than he had expected it to be. Something about seeing her lying helpless in her bed tugged at his heart, making him feel guilty for his previous complaints about his condition. It was sobering, really.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 27, 2005 21:24:56 GMT -5
When Sky left, the tears started to fall again. She felt safe when he was there, when he wasn't - she was afraid. She knew something was going to happen on this quest - something that would not be positive. Two small words escaped her lips before she slipped back into a deeper sleep. "Don't go."
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Post by Sky on Dec 27, 2005 21:39:01 GMT -5
Not hearing Chris's quiet plea, Sky moved away from the window, feeling somewhat, actually, very lost. It felt as though the real magnitude of this quest had suddenly been dropped onto his shoulders and now . . . now he wasn't certain what he was supposed to do. And what would happen if he failed? Sky shook his head sadly; this was apparently something he was going to have to learn how to deal with on his own. He was going to have to learn to deal with this pressure. Somehow.
It scared him, really, that when it came down to the bare bones, Chris's fate rested on his shoulders. The question then was, were his shoulders capable? At this particular moment, Sky was doubtful.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 27, 2005 21:43:53 GMT -5
OOC: awwww  - if he wasn't such a big dragon, and Chris wasn't in her "sleep", she'd give him a hug. Poor Sky. He surely is the angst prince (Palladium is the Angst King) |
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