Post by Rezna Lardale on Dec 4, 2010 13:01:07 GMT -5
It was a gray and chilly day. Luckily, temperature hadn't fallen below freezing and the heavy clouds kept the snow at bay. Few students dared to venture outside the warmth and comfort of their common rooms, preferring wizard's chess to actual physical activity. The same couldn't be said for a restless nurse, whose mind was miles away from her actual work. After some arguing, the Herbology Professor succeeded in forcing the reluctant witch to take the evening off from the Hospital Wing duties and clear her head. What Leseur didn't know was that she took his advice literally.
Rezna took a deep breath of cold air as it rushed past her face and blanketed her entire body. The young woman was only a yellow blur in the sky as her broom gathered speed over the quidditch field. Once she reached the quidditch stadium, Rezna slowed her broom and landed on the highest bench of one of the viewing towers. Pulling her thick winter robes around her, it was enough to keep a measure of comfortable warmth despite the December chill.
Rezna knew no better place for contemplation than this. It her school-year days this was the place she escaped to when life got tough, and it turned out to be a habit to break.
Men, she thought with frustration, as she reluctantly began to recall the last couple of weeks, which unhelpfully blurred together in a painful mixture of emotions. Only when the nightmare ended and Talon was back on his feet did Rezna start to seriously wonder about what happened the night he came to the Hospital Wing, burned to a crisp. Talon couldn't very well tell her during the weeks he spent on the ward, as the inhaled smoke burned his vocal cords along with is body. And now that she released him, Rezna didn't have the heart to barge into his office and demand an explanation, which he hadn't yet offered himself. Rezna could imagine the actual course of events with a strong degree of certainty, but Roan's motivation for nearly killing Talon eluded her.
Then there was the whole matter with Forgoil. The last time she'd seen him was after he had broken into her office, stole medicine and then jumped out a window to escape Sylph. Forgoil was one of her oldest and dearest friends, yet Rezna couldn't reconcile her peaceable childhood image of a gray haired young man with his badger with the angry man who threatened her physically harm. Though Rezna would never admit it, Forgoil's words had wounded her deeply and irrevocably altered their friendship. Had Talon not been bleeding to death on the floor, Rezna would probably have chased after Forgoil. Whether she would have demanded an explanation or physically attempted to knock the devil out of him, Rezna wasn't sure and probably wouldn't have another chance to find out.
The witch sighed and rested her chin on her knees, finally allowing the feeling of helplessness to wash over her, knowing she already lost one man she loved and circumstances were bound to make her lose the other.
DERP!
Rezna took a deep breath of cold air as it rushed past her face and blanketed her entire body. The young woman was only a yellow blur in the sky as her broom gathered speed over the quidditch field. Once she reached the quidditch stadium, Rezna slowed her broom and landed on the highest bench of one of the viewing towers. Pulling her thick winter robes around her, it was enough to keep a measure of comfortable warmth despite the December chill.
Rezna knew no better place for contemplation than this. It her school-year days this was the place she escaped to when life got tough, and it turned out to be a habit to break.
Men, she thought with frustration, as she reluctantly began to recall the last couple of weeks, which unhelpfully blurred together in a painful mixture of emotions. Only when the nightmare ended and Talon was back on his feet did Rezna start to seriously wonder about what happened the night he came to the Hospital Wing, burned to a crisp. Talon couldn't very well tell her during the weeks he spent on the ward, as the inhaled smoke burned his vocal cords along with is body. And now that she released him, Rezna didn't have the heart to barge into his office and demand an explanation, which he hadn't yet offered himself. Rezna could imagine the actual course of events with a strong degree of certainty, but Roan's motivation for nearly killing Talon eluded her.
Then there was the whole matter with Forgoil. The last time she'd seen him was after he had broken into her office, stole medicine and then jumped out a window to escape Sylph. Forgoil was one of her oldest and dearest friends, yet Rezna couldn't reconcile her peaceable childhood image of a gray haired young man with his badger with the angry man who threatened her physically harm. Though Rezna would never admit it, Forgoil's words had wounded her deeply and irrevocably altered their friendship. Had Talon not been bleeding to death on the floor, Rezna would probably have chased after Forgoil. Whether she would have demanded an explanation or physically attempted to knock the devil out of him, Rezna wasn't sure and probably wouldn't have another chance to find out.
The witch sighed and rested her chin on her knees, finally allowing the feeling of helplessness to wash over her, knowing she already lost one man she loved and circumstances were bound to make her lose the other.
DERP!