Thedor 02, 229: Touched by Sess?

Touched by Sess?
Summary: After the incident at the temple, Draventa is at the infirmary when Emerit comes to pay her a visit.
OOC Date: 02/01/2014 (OOC)
Related: As of yet unposted log of the temple incident.
Players:
Draventa Emerit 
Infirmary, Darfield Castle
The rectangular room has whitewashed walls and a stone floor bare of carpet and rushes. The air smells of vinegar, soap and strong herbs. On a far fall is a line of windows that look outside of the castle. Each of the windows has a widow box filled with fresh herbs and flowers. Along the wall opposite of the windows are about twenty beds in a row. The beds are narrow and simply made of sturdy oak and rope. Each bed has a fresh canvas, straw stuffed mattress covered with heavy unbleached and dyed linen sheets, a pillow, and a blue wool blanket. Next to each bed is a small square table and a stool. One each of the narrow walls are doors leading to other rooms. One leads to the hallway, which in turn leads to the main part of the castle. Across from the main entry are two doors. One leads to the apothecary and still room, and the other leads to the Royal Physician's office.
2nd day of Thedor, 229

It's been a night since the events of the Temple. Draventa is still piecing everything together. She's still in a considerable amount of pain, the medicines she's being given are making her sleepy, perhaps on purpose. But she's up for now, sipping on some type of tea and propped in bed. There white sheets and white ton she's on are making her seem almost paler, as are the dark circles underneath her eyes. With her legs wrapped and propped up underneath the covers with pillows, it echoes back to when she was younger and stumbled upon the snake pit. Her guard, who also suffered from something, has been relieved of duty and a new one Drav's never dealt with is in the corner. Her maid is dozing in the chair near by. On her night stand is a small vase with flowers and several book, one her sketchbook. It doesn't' look to have been touched yet.

Into the tranquility of the very early hour slips Emerit, closely followed by her handmaiden Yulanda and her chaperone Valaria. Her two guards will wait outside, as not to bring more bustle into the infirmary than necessary. The bastard princess looks very orderly today, her fiery red hair is tamed into a braid, and she wears a longsleeved dress of dark green sammit with silver snake embroideries. Her freckled mien shows concern when those moss green eyes of hers brush the bed where Draventa is seated, and she will move over to greet her half-sister. "Draventa. I just heard… Are you alright?" Blunt words that leave her without much thinking. Leaning slightly forward, her hand moves to give Draventa's arm a squeeze that will feel light as a feather - her sister is after all the frail one. "Do you feel well enough… I mean, can I stay for a bit? Pray tell me, how this happened?" Emerit's voice is soft and friendly, her gaze rests on Draventa, her own smile dampened a touch by the awareness of their strained relationship.

Draventa slowly brings her eyes up form her tea, and for the briefest moment, her eyes look more blue. But that may be just a trick of the morning light, as their back to the pale blue gray they've been for such a long time. She'll take a deep breath, her voice definitely still shaky, "Emerit. You can stay…" She'll blink again, her eyes unfocusing some at her last question. She seems rather out of it, enough that she doesn't flinch at the touch from the Mist. "I…I just went to the Temple. It's been awhile since I've left the castle." She'l turn slightly, lift the tea to set it down on the table. It rattles. After she fell into the snake pit, over a decade again, she was bed ridden for a half a year. That fear is back. "There…He was…" Drav, while quiet, usually isn't one to stumble over her words or be unsure,Her voice drops even quieter, "Sess appeared…" She finally makes eye contact, to drive the point home. Sess. The god.

Emerit's gaze lingers for a moment more intently on her sister, as if that blueness of Drav's eyes has attracted her attention. She will draw a nearby chair closer to sit down by Draventa's bed, letting go of her hand as she does so. Still. Her sister's explanation has her moss green eyes widen, and she lets out an incredulous gasp. "Sess?", she echoes, hands folding before her in her lap. "Impossible!" But from the look of her, thoughts are racing through her head. She comes from Rustles Island, and has always tended to believe more in the other religion of the Three Beasts. Although the Gods of Light are worshipped there as well, and have had a slight increase of followers in the recent years.

Draventa nods solemnly. "Yes. Sess." She knows Emerit's beliefs fall elsewhere, but Drav knows what she saw…and felt. "He…he was at the Temple."

Emerit's eyes move restlessly about the room until she shakes her head a touch and they come to linger on her sister once again. "And?" Her beliefs may fall elsewhere, still she is willing to listen - and learn. "Did he… say anything? Do anything? Who else was there?" Questions that come randomly to her mind and leave her lips without hesitation. "Even a God must have a purpose when he choses to appear like that." Her mien is friendly, but also showing a certain amount of scepticism.

Draventa pulls back slightly. "He….he did. He destroyed the statues in the room….and reveled scrolls for the priests." Her brow comes together in a frown, and her eyes drop to her hands in her lap now, "E-every scar….Every bite reopened…." Her fingers tighten upon themselves. Despite the girls not being close, Emerit would remember Drav falling into the Rays of Sun pit and how close she came to death. It's what's caused her frailness, and some whisper her oddness.

Emerit tilts her head a little to the side when she hears Draventa's reply, her eyes widening a touch. "Sounds like a real apparition," her gaze flits downwards. Then, when the real Moniwid princess explains, the bastard Moniwid cannot help but exclaim: "Oh… no!" Her tone slightly raised in concern, some anger and some sympathy as well. "Poor you! You must be hurting… Why would Sess do a thing like that? Smash statues? Put you through all of the pain /again/?" Her fingers move to the snake pendant she wears on her necklace, but the touch fails to calm her this time. "What do the healers say?", Emerit inquires after her pause, her fingers tapping thoughtfully against the pendant, while her other hand moves to pat Draventa very very gently on her shoulder.

"I…I don't know. I thought, at first, that maybe I did something bad…"Drav shrugs her shoulders ever so softly, "But the priestess said I did nothing wrong." Her pale cheeks dust pink, "It…It felt just like it did the first time…" Drav swallows, nervous to even admit that. "I have been sleeping every time they've come in…. I don't know."

"Hmm," Emerit's demeanour is slightly clouded with worry as she leans back in her chair again. "Do you want me to speak to them?" Allow her rather. She sits there for a moment, her mien pensive, while her fingers still play with that pendant of hers. No, she will not address the matter of marriages and betrothals at the moment. Even though the princess's current indisposition won't make things any easier. "Does Estevan know about this?", she inquires finally. Moss green eyes flit from her pendant to Draventa's pale face. "As for Mantilo… He is roaming the country, as usual. You can hardly expect him to sit still in this castle. You know him. I will send him to you, as soon as he returns." A flicker in her eyes, and her jaw sets in a hint of silent indignation. Leaving her here. In charge. As usual.

Draventa tilts her head, a echo of her formal self, "No…the healer will come to me. It's only been a night….I've just been sleeping." Drav feels so out of control, it's not even a Emerit thing, she just wants to know. She's scared. Who wouldn't be? "I don't know. Word was sent to anyone from the house that could be found. Estevan may be on his ship. He might not have heard yet." A very soft sigh escapes her as Mantilo is mentioned, and she'll nod slightly, she's missed her oldest brother as well. A small grimace and Drav will lay her hands flat on her thighs, like touching them will sooth the pain away, "I'm sure he'll come when he hears." She hopes, anyway.

Emerit just nods and sighs, when Draventa gives her reply. Noticing her sister's pain, as her gaze follows the Moniwid princess's hands, the Mist of the Island will slowly rise now, pushing that chair gently a bit to the back. "Oh yes, he will," she replies, leaning over to pat her sister gently on her arm for a last time. "Just stay strong, sister. And don't give in to the pain." She hesitates, before she will lean forward, to place a gentle peck to Draventa's cheek, a thing she has not done EVER until today. If Draventa will allow it. "I will leave you now. If you should need anything, pray send for me. Your highness." A curtsey is offered, when Emerit finally remembers the customs of the court, and a faint smile. Then she will leave towards the door, the chaperone and handmaid in tow.

Draventa's still slightly dazed by everything, so she doesn't realize what Emerit's doing till the kiss is already planted on her cheek. She'll blink, surprised. "I…thank you Emerit…For coming and checking on me." She'll let out a sigh as her half sister leaves, her eyes cloying and her hand rubbing her legs.

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