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| Leyna Montagne | Sep 11 2007, 11:14 PM Post #1 |
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Black Widow Healer :: Medowbrook Teacher
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Leyna Montagne moved slowly towards the house that held so many memories for the young witch. They weren’t her memories, but they held a strange fear on the woman that walked down the neatly orated walkway. Stopping at the doorway, she paused as she fought back the urge to run. It happened every time she came to the Celestine Manor, and every time she yelled at herself. She was a Red jeweled Black Widow Healer damn it… so get a hold of yourself. It was a bit strange to be haunted by memories that weren’t your own. It was strange to find yourself flinching at the sound of men’s voices or the presence of angry hate, when you know that you have no reason for it. But the reason was there. The reason resided in the large manor who’s door she found herself stand in front of. But what frighten her the most the fact that the memories came from the Queen she was asked here to see. Sighing to herself, she slowly entered the home of the ruling Queen of Nharkhava. She wasn’t a court member here, but a good friend of the family. And for the past few years, she had entered this house every few months to check up on the woman that made her heart ache because she could heal completely. It was painful for a healer to see a patient struggle with an illness, but when that illness was cause by the experiences that one had experienced, it made the healing even more painful. Putting on a strong face, the young Red Jeweled woman slowly made her way up the stairs towards the only person that she could talk to… Symon Griswold. |
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| Rhydra Celestine | Sep 12 2007, 04:39 PM Post #2 |
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Black Widow Queen
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Symon looked up from where he had been reading in the parlor with Rhydra. She seemed content to continue reading and ignored their butler, Royce’s, summons of Symon. He put down his book, removed his glasses, folded them up placing them on the end table between his and Rhydra’s chairs, and took his leave of his Queen. She gave him a parting glance but said nothing. He knew it was because she wasn’t particularly happy with him at the moment. He didn’t need Royce to announce who was here. It was that time of the month. He knew that Leyna was always sure to visit around this time if only to check on Rhydra. Leyna had been the one who had placed the healing webs in Rhydra’s mind to block the memories that had kept her from being able to rule, to live, to function properly. Symon had told Leyna numerous times before, but he wasn’t sure if she realized how important she was to the continued prosperity of Nharkhava or the continuing life of their Queen. She had replaced Rhydra’s memories of Meadowbrook and the atrocities that had happened to her there with more pleasant if not mundane memories. He had hoped that with this meeting he would be able to get her to work on Rhydra’s aversion to men. He was no fool. He knew why she had an aversion. He had spoken to Leyna about what Rhydra’s memories were like. Popovich being one of the fore players in the macabre little drama that played through Rhydra’s head. He just couldn’t understand why Rhydra couldn’t put the past behind her. She couldn’t even remember Popovich and yet she still managed to be turned off by men and have aversions to things she only should have if she remembered those memories. Symon also wanted to talk to Leyna about Rhydra’s constant nightmares when she slept. He was running out of excuses on how to explain what she was seeing. It was as if Leyna’s webs weren’t as strong when Rhydra was sleeping. Was there something wrong? Symon had instructed Royce from the day that Leyna first visited to show her to the tea room which happened to be on one of the outside decks that over looked the Palisade. It was a beautiful view, and it was made even more exciting by the fact that if you looked down you realized that your deck was simply held up by some wooden supports over the sheer drop of the cliff that Celestine Manor sat upon. It was where he and Leyna had always met these past years that Leyna had helped Rhydra. Rhydra knew Leyna, but she simply equated Leyna as being a friend of Symon’s and not really understanding why the Black Widow Healer had come. In her mind, she was as whole as the rest and didn’t have the memories that the Black Widow Healer had come to suppress. When he reached the tea room he was glad to see that Royce had already shown Lady Leyna to the room and he quietly asked for some refreshments before they were to be left alone. Royce nodded and quickly left to do the Steward’s bidding. Symon entered the deck with a great smile on his face. The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth stood out starkly, but he was not ignorant of his aging, in fact, it was one of the prime reasons he had started in motion so many plans that he had. “My dear Leyna,” he began taking her hands in his and placing a kiss upon the back of each of her hands. He held them there as he looked her over silently for a quick moment before motioning to her seat as he took his. “You are well, I trust?” he asked, but he had gotten a look at the horror she had in her eyes and he knew that she was haunted still by the memories of Rhydra. Were they truly that bad? What could have happened in Meadowbrook that was as horrible as both women made it out to be? He knew, but it felt better to pretend to wonder knowing that it was he who had sent her there and it was he who had left her there for so long. “I cannot say how glad I am that you are here. There is much to discuss.” The tea was brought with small triangular watercress sandwiches of which Symon tried one and dusted off his fingers having no more. He was more a meat person as it was. Watercress was not his favorite type of sandwich. He sipped his tea and nodded to Royce to lock the door. He then placed a Green shield on the door as well as a Green auditory shield. He was not a fool to think that his Green jewel would stand up to Rhydra's Red, but if she did decide to join them he would know. Besides, he did not want Rhydra to walk in at an inappropriate moment. |
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| Leyna Montagne | Oct 1 2007, 11:10 PM Post #3 |
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Black Widow Healer :: Medowbrook Teacher
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It didn’t take Leyna long to reach her destination, despite the bone chilling tinge she was feeling. She hated being here, or doing what she was coming here to do. But she was a friend and cared about the Queen’s heath that had been placed in her hands, so she came and kept coming because she was Blood and that was what a sister would do for one another. Entering the tea room, she took her usual place closets to the window. She usually found her eyes drifting towards the wonderful countryside that as blooming below. It was a breath taking view, one that she wished she could enjoy without the feeling of regret. Sighing to herself, she was content just to want for the Green jeweled Prince’s arrival. Smiling at the sound of the ageing Prince’s voice, she turned her head and looked at the man that had been her friend for so long. At one point the two looked to be the same age, but now… now this man could have easily been her father. In that moment, she almost regretted the fact that she was a member of the long lived races. “Prince,” she replied to his greeting as she allowed him to take her hand as was their custom. “As well as normal,” was her quick words as she found her seat once again. She knew that he had guess a long ago about what had happen to his Queen, but had never asked… just as she had never told, or mention the horrible deaths that had come at her hand because of what had happened at the places that she now worked. Now only if she could get to man that had caused all of this… but a vision told her that killing him would be both a danger to herself and her daughter, along with the Queen and Nharkhava. She took a careful bite of the sandwich and watched as the Prince locked the door. Once he sat back down, she carefully asked, “How is she?” |
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