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i think i saw a .spider.; *Katrina*
Topic Started: Sep 25 2007, 02:05 AM (372 Views)
Magdalena Everard
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Black Widow
Summer Sky Birthright
Jozuah had been taken away. To where? Magdalena didn’t know, but she was sure it wasn’t good. Soleil and Rhone were very angry with him. With her… with everyone. Somehow helping Jozuah had been a catalyst for Soleil’s anger and everyone in the Everard family knew that inciting her anger would be their downfall – or their death. She was having a hard time concentrating because she had yet to change out of her blood spattered smock, her gloves had since soaked through, and she could almost imagine Jozuah’s red blood staining her pale white hands. What sickness would this bring her? What horrible ailment awaited her when she laid down to rest or had her supper. She always felt worse after she ate… as if germs found their way into her body by creeping down her throat. The thought brought bile in a rush up as if it was an unconscious effort to burn the germs away. Magdalena choked for a minute before swallowing her riotous stomach acids and placing her dirty hands over her stomach.

“I don’t feel well…” That comment should have been Magdalena’s motto. It seemed to be the only thing she said out loud and frequently. Too often had she said it only to faint moments later. Too often had she said it only to vomit up her mother’s latest “home cooked” meal which made Magdalena feel worse since she tried so hard to be a good girl for her mother.

Magdalena was standing very still in the room where Rhone had shown both herself and Katrina, a distant cousin of Magdalena’s, and had told them to wait for their punishments. Apparently they were to be guilty by association and by trying to heal their bleeding, broken mutual cousin. Magdalena looked like a broken puppet with arms akimbo and legs spread apart. Her pale face looked anguished and her limbs were already too thin to be pleasing. She felt her stomach rumble which heralded that her mother would be coming soon with another batch of her soup, but would she know where her sickly daughter was being kept? She would probably once again throw a fit that her daughter’s room would have to be moved. Magdalena couldn’t sleep there knowing that there had been blood on the floor. She would have horrible nightmares and most likely her neuroticism would reach new heights.

Magdalena’s head slowly moved to look at Katrina with wide blue eyes. She licked her pale, cracked lips and managed to get out. “What do you think Grandmama will do to us?” Millions of torture scenarios passed through her head. Magdalena – the eternal pessimist.
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Katrina Everard
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Katrina was sure if she was shivering from freight or anger. How dare that woman treat her as if she was doing something wrong by healing the Opal Jeweled Prince. She was a natural healer, so to the young child that was like she was being punished for breathing. How could someone be punished for being who they are. It was a concept that boggled the mind of this young Queen.

She had turned inward to deal with the new conflicting emotions, and had almost missed her Black Widow cousin’s words. Turning her head to look at the young woman next to her, she began to wonder about the girl that had tried to help but then seem to be scared of… well everything, but looking back at the last few moments, she noticed that it was the blood that had scared the woman the most. “Don’t worry, we will get you cleaned up,” she said with sympathy. “It is always a bit gross the first time, but after that, you get used to the blood.” She didn’t quite understand what the woman was upset about but she tried to offer some comfort anyway.

Taking a good look at the room that they had been placed in, she tried to think of something more she could do for this woman that was almost shivering next to her. Turning her head to look at the woman just in time to see her wide blue eye a fix on her, she shrugged. “Why would anything be done to us…” What kind of place had she found herself in where helping someone live would be punished, “Lets get you cleaned up.” She offered once more in a tone that could only be call fussing, and then moved towards the adjoining bathroom. There was something strangely wrong with Magdalena. The girl looked like she hadn’t eaten a good meal in weeks, but that wasn’t the only thing that seemed to be wrong with her… She wished that she could just put her finger on it, because if she could, she would be able to fix it. That puzzle would bug her to no end, and would keep her up at night just so she could think about it some more.

Turning on the water in the wash room, the young Queen found some towels and then turned on the shower. “I think a warm shower to wash off the blood will help.” She said gently to the young woman.
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Magdalena Everard
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“It is always a bit gross the first time, but after that, you get used to the blood.”

Used to the blood? Magdalena felt bile rising in her throat at the image of ever seeing more blood. At this moment she was now covered with billions upon billions of different germs that would sabotage and destroy her immune system. It’s how she ended up like this. Her distant cousin confused her. Did she like blood? Was she used to this sticky liquid that smelt like iron and made everything red? It was something that Magdalena couldn’t understand and didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to be covered in blood. She didn’t want to see it ever again. She wanted her mother to come and rescue her as she always did.

The idea of washing the blood off was good in Magdalena’s mind. Her wide, frightened blue eyes focused on Katrina as the girl offered to help her clean up and she had to admit that she wanted more than anything to step into a scalding shower and burn the blood from her skin. She needed new skin to combat the germs that were no doubt crawling all over her smock and gloves. “I hope my mother comes soon.” Magdalena didn’t really seem in the moment. She needed to retreat for a while. The reality of the moment was too intense for her mind. She needed to take some time to assess the situation. She let Katrina lead her into the adjoining bathroom and she stripped slowly removing her dark colored dress button by button as her haunted blue eyes were distant and it was clear that she was not exactly there.

Piece by piece her grimy, blood covered clothing came off until the last two scraps left were her white dainty lace gloves. She seemed more reluctant to remove them than she had any of her other clothes. She stepped into the water and closed her eyes as she imagined the germs sliding off her skin by the heated water. She leaned her head against the wall as her long brunette hair fell around her shoulders and chest like limp wet seaweed. It had once been shiny and luxurious, but with her mother’s special meals had soon become dry, limp and damaged much like the rest of her. She felt weak in the shower as she returned to the moment and sat on the floor of the shower watching the red swirls circle the drain and disappear. “What do you think will happen to Jozuah,” she called from the shower. She had been so consumed in her fear of blood and germs that she had forgotten what had started her hysteria in the first place. “Do you think Soleil will punish him again?” Magdalena didn’t think that he could take anymore…
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Katrina Everard
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There was something wrong with this girl, something very wrong. Pressing her lips together, she watched as Magdalena step into the shower, and for a moment she pondered the ironic situation that she found herself in. She was comforting a woman that was almost ten years her elder. Shaking her head, she jumped up on the counter and plopped herself down to wait for her to finish. “What did he do wrong in the first place?” she carefully responded to the teenager’s question. She hadn’t sensed anything overly wrong with the Prince, so she wondered if he had dome something awful. She shuttered at that thought. Had she just help and healed a man that had killed or raped a woman? No, her instincts told her that he had been innocent.

After a few moments, she frowned as she tried to puzzle out her cousin a bit more. The woman child looked like she hadn’t eaten for days, so maybe she had been sick. That would explain why her skin looked dried out and her hair looked so limp. Focusing her healer sight on the woman, she used craft to do a quick sweep on her, but turned out nothing. She cocked her head and called in a small pot and filled it with water. Setting the pot to hover in the air, the young Queen sits a bit of witchfire underneath so that it would boil. “I am going to make you a healing to brew to help with the fatigue.” she called out to the woman child as she called in a small packet of herbs. “So, how long where you sick?” she asked as she set herself to working on the healer’s brew. This particular brew would help bring back some of the color and restore some of her strength from a prolong sickness. Taking a quick peak to make sure that the woman child would see, she descended to the Green and added a bit of her own power laden blood to make it a bit more potent and have more of a kick.
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Magdalena Everard
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Katrina’s voice was muffled from the constant stream of scalding water, but Magdalena could faintly make out her question. Magdalena shuddered as she thought about what Jozuah had done to bring Soleil and Rhone’s anger upon him. He had helped to set Chansity and Rhaevin free from the puppet strings and whims of their familial Queen and dictator. He had helped them to escape out into the world to make their own fortunes and find their own lives. She had been too weak minded and of such low constitution to be able to join them… not that they had asked. Her entire family was prone to forgetting about her existence. She shouldn’t blame them entirely because she had to spend a great deal of time in her room recuperating from her various prolonged sicknesses. Keiran, even in his extended absence, was more of a figure in their family than she and she lived with them.

“He helped Chansity and Rhaevin, our cousins, escape to the realm of Terreille where Soleil has no power…” She felt sick to say it aloud. Imagine how many unknown germs infested that land. It was backwards and wrong.

She had to admit that she did not know her cousins Chansity and Rhaevin very well… if at all since her mother kept her all to herself. Soleil avoided Magdalena because of her ill aura and Rhone, though realizing that Magdalena was her grandchild and one of her only female ones at that pitied her – but did not seek to know her at all. If anything Magdalena was a foot note in her own life. She was not free to live it nor was she free to give her opinion about her life. Her mother ran it and her grandmother ran her mother. Even if Magdalena had worked up enough courage to speak her mind, her mother promptly shushed her and told her that it was the medicine talking and that she wouldn’t feel that way in a few hours. Always, her mother was right, and always Magdalena went back to feeling ill and nervous. No matter how hard she tried she could never escape the germs that kept her sick. No matter how clean she was.

“I am going to make you a healing to brew to help with the fatigue.”

Magdalena shivered under the steaming water and shook her head violently in the shower. How many healing brews had she taken just to make matters worse? How many times had her mother come into her room with a bright smile on her face and a new “healing remedy” to try that just had Magdalena vomiting so badly that it was laced with blood? Nothing helped… Magdalena had resigned that she was cursed by the Darkness to be sick. “I don’t mean to be rude, Cousin, but my mother makes me enough healing brews that have no effect and only make me sicker. I’d rather not drink anymore… I’m feeling rather weak as it is.” She knew if one more sip of healing brew passed her lips that she would most likely vomit all of her insides up. That’s the way she was feeling anyway.

She pulled the handle on the shower so that the spray died to a trickle and then to nothing and stepped out while wrapping a large towel around her. Her limbs were stick thin and though she might have been attractive at one point – she had no muscle or fat with which to frame her skeleton and so looked simply like an androgynous boy with long hair and pretty eyes. Even for a seventeen year old girl, she had never had enough food or nutrients to blossom into the form of a young woman. The shadows under her eyes which were sunken in by the lack of sleep and paleness of her skin resembled bruises of a deep violet color. Magdalena never liked seeing herself in the mirror and shied away from seeing herself now. She stood in front of Katrina, wrapped in her towel, with eyes cast down as she thought about her cousin’s last question.

How long had she been sick? “As long as I can remember…”

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Katrina Everard
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Katrina finished the brew and waited for her cousin to step out of the shower. In the mean while, she paused to think about the words that she was hearing from the girl on the other side of the glass. He had been punish for helping people live this house… that didn’t sound very good because she hadn’t planned on being here that long. Even so, she wouldn’t put aside her hopes of leaving just yet.

Turning back to the problem at hand, she pressed her lips together as she use craft to help cool off the brew. She would give it to her even if she had to use craft to do it. ““Healing brews should make you feel better not worst.” She said with that know-it-all voice she sometimes uses, “And if they don’t, then your mother doesn’t make very good ones… or doesn’t pay a very good healer.” She paused for a second before continuing on with her ramble. “My sister says that I excel at making brews. In fact, she says that I am even better than her, and she is a fully trained healer.” The pride in her voice rang out through the small wash room. “So, you will try mind and see if they are better than the ones that your mother brings.” That was clearly an order of a Queen, despite the young age of the girl child sitting on the counter.

She watched with what could only be called pure professionalism at the body that had been ravaged by an illness that she could sense in the woman. Cocking her head at the woman child, the Healer Queen blinked twice at the girl before looking baffled. “I don’t know who told you that you were sick, but there is nothing wrong with you now.” If she was a bit older, the relation might have hit her a bit harder, just a bit faster, but for now; she was still just a young child. “I don’t think your mother’s healer was very well trained, if she said that you were still sick.” Giving her that knowing look, she jumped of the counter and walked towards the woman with the brew, “You just need some rest and possibly a real healer to make sure that you don’t over expensed yourself, so that you can recover from what was ever wrong with you.” There was some real doubt in her mind that this woman had been sick at all and it could clearly be heard in her voice. “Now drink this…” she ordered once more.

While she waited for her cousin to trust her with the brew, she when back to the Green and gather her power once more. This woman was a puzzle and she was determined to figure her out. Using the small of threads of Green, she began to sweep the woman for some sign of something… anything that would tell her why this woman was this way. Her eyes became unseeing as she shifted her sight into that of a healer. After a few moments, she had found what she was looking for. As her eyes became focused again, the room grew cold as anger boiled up inside her. Frost began to slowly form on the mirror behind her as she looked at her cousin once more. “You haven’t been sick…” she slowly said to the other woman as her brain came up with the reason for the ‘illnesses.’

This woman’s body was filled with toxins and poisons. How could a woman that was a natural Black Widow not known that her food was tainted? The only answer that came to her mind was that she was trained. That part saddened this Healer Queen. To not know who you are or the powers that you are born with… that was a very sad thing to the young girl.
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