A Sweltering Silence.

Postby Thadius Dhrin » Thu May 12, 2005 10:40 am

"See to him..."

Those were the only words he needed to hear. The slim silk bag was brought from his shoulder, rested on the floor next to the governor's bed. With practiced ease the vial of salve was extracted, as the lithe form of Thadius Dhrin sat upon the bed beside Altias.

Long fingers uncorked the bottle, gently calloused fingertip dipping within to scoop out a small amount of the dark gel. With the gentleness of a born nursemaid, it is applied to the wound. The first movement from the govnernor since his collapse is noted then. A rasping intake of air, a sharp hiss between dry lips, as the acidic mixture touched the dying flesh.

"It will take time. I have enough salve to treat him, the tea must begin as soon as he is awake."

The salve is capped, the bottle extended toward Ari. He is aware of the arrival of the others, but must deal with these matters before being cordial. From the elegant silk bag comes a packet of tea, also then extended toward the watcher of the governor.

"As much as he can drink, as often as he is awake. You will need them both for this to work."

It was only then that he looked up to the newcomers to the sick room. A gentle nod was given to the male, a soft smile to the woman.

"My Queen of the floors."

Rising from the bed he bowed gracefully to Quincy, smoothing his skirt as he straightened. A soft noise of discomfort as he turned his back to Ariane, to fully look at the other two, fingers attempting to release the silk from the sheen of sweat on his back. The thin fabric clinging briefly to the series of welts on his back.

The bag retrieved from the floor, a soft smile to Ari.

"My home is not too far, a day on a fast horse. Perhaps four at your current pace. I would be happy to take you there if you think it would be helpful for your doctor."

A gentle frown then, one finger raising before his face, ticking back and forth.

"I do not wish a reward. I do not expect, nor will I accept, payment. That is the end of that, Nightingale. I'll hear no more of it."
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Postby Carnath-Emory » Thu May 12, 2005 11:06 am

Quincy. Quincy, who explodes through that doorway like a cooling breeze on a hot, summer's day; who fills the stuffy room with an excess of vigor, of life. And Darrin at her back, solid, dependable Darrin: there is a bright welcome in her eye for both of them, all the emotion that she can permit her features to exhibit at this time. A hint of fear, after all, could ruin everything. Quincy and Darrin would fall upon the man without hesitation, and she cannot allow him to die. Not yet.

Perhaps not ever.

An arm reaches out for her sister, fingertips grazing her small shoulder, before dropping away entirely, for her attention must return to Dhrin as he sits. There is discomfort at his sudden proximity, but this is avoided as deftly -- subtley -- as his touch of a half hour before. Quincy will surely think nothing of that, having witnessed the aversion a hundred times before: it's little but a small shift away of the knees, a withdrawing of arms towards her body.

"They may see to that when we leave," she replies in the meantime, before explaining to the pair: "The Governor has fallen ill to poison. Ser has brought its remedy. See to him, please, if you are able -- " The words trail away as Dhrin addresses her sister so directly, and for the first time it occurs to her that she might have mistaken the man, might have sorely misjudged him. There is another glance towards Quincy, and this time with a question in her eye as she rises.

"We leave then," she manages, through the brief haze of confusion. "Now. With all the haste you're capable of." And swallows tightly, at the wiggle of a finger before her face, at the chill which lingers still in the pit of her stomach. No payment. No cost. Surely this cannot be so, and still: he recognises her sister. They are aquainted. So there comes a slow nod, as she straightens the delapidated silk of her shirt, and when one of the women comes to their door with the requested water, she lifts it high in her hand, drinks away half of it in two swift, deliberate gulps. There: her request is fulfilled, and now so is his. And with a slow nod of the head:

"Very well. Let it be as you wish."
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Postby Rattrap » Thu May 12, 2005 11:25 am

"Helpful, indeed, if it works."

The doc had arrived, occupying the space behind the others. The building much too small for any such scene to take place for too long without his notice. If not for the immediacy of a broken leg, he probably would have come sooner - and intervened. He flashed Ariane a look of warning and caution, that not waiting for him to investigate the substance now applied to the governor could very well mean his demise if the Thadius' intentions were not as he said. But that would be all, as the deed had been done - David would certainly be more vigilant at Altias' side until the effects could be discerned.

"...and helpful, perhaps, if it does not." Should they need to track down a killer of a governor in the near future, that is - though if such were the case, it would be unlikely for such a killer to seriously lead them to his home. As it were, David stayed with caution without judgement of the selfless helper - there was, with the doctor's lack of knowledge, equal weight to both sides for deception and honesty.

"It's getting a little crowded in here, if you all don't mind..."
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Postby Quincy » Thu May 12, 2005 12:11 pm

The cruel temperature has left her face bright as she prances into the room. A hat with a big brim falls on the floor. Something within her seems to be laughing wildly, like cowbells. The amplitude of her energy is a mercy in this place, but if Ariane expects the ranks of her brain to march to the rescue, she may be sorely disappointed.

She'll not abide a brief, gentle touch on her small shoulder; there must be a fierce neckhug with her face brushing that knife-ambushed hair, before she'll right and regard the gentleman who addresses her. Her wide moon of an eye is focused with surprise. Her encounter with this man, after all, had been very brief and ethereal and more than a year ago; she lifts her nose with overweening confidence so that she can stare down it as he bows.

"'ey, I know you..." It is not the answer to the question in Ari's gaze.

Thadius and Ariane exchange more words. Payment?

In moments to come she is distressed, for it seems that they'll depart, and she can scarcely comprehend what has happened. Her potent happiness changes easily in the clutches of this atmosphere. The resurgence of the governor's sickness seems frighteningly sudden.

"Do you got to go with him?" she demands of Ari with her hand in a fist. Her devastating tongue is never in check, much like her sister's trust of strangers and mere acquaintances. There is no such thing as overbearing protectiveness.

Her hair flies in a passion when she turns her head, giving the elf by the door a helpless, confused glance.

This is when the doctor enters the crowded room and makes Quincy feel like a girl who smuggles immortal literature into orphanages. It is his hard, busy look that wears its disapproval of noise and chatter in a solemn workplace. With a flattering and significant silence she'll clear out of his way and huddle to the wall with folded arms.

Her brain is illumined with puzzle-pieces.
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Postby NightSteel » Thu May 12, 2005 12:43 pm

The elf interprets the doctor's request differently. Instead of stepping aside, he very nearly steps out of the room--halting in the doorway. Whew.. that had been a close one. He turns back around to face Quincy, whom he had just very nearly thrown away a week for, and beckons her quietly, with a faint little smile. "I think the good doctor was asking us to leave." He could have been wrong, but he was going with his gut.
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