Thank you to the player of Tavarius (Suits and Ties) for his collaboration.
Prior to Raye's return to RhyDin
When Raye finally awoke, her surroundings were quite different. She was in an old, but relatively soft and quite clean bed in a small, dark room. The only light came from a sliver of the sun through a crack in the thick, heavy drapes that covered the window opposite her. The covers were tucked in tight around her body. On the nightstand beside where she lay rested her ruck sac, beside that was a chair that had the clothes she had been wearing. They were cleaned and neatly folded, the small leather pouch sat undisturbed atop them. Her swords hung over the back of the chair, everything else looked to be untouched. The wound had been cleaned and sewn and thick bandages covered it for an added measure of precaution. In addition, she had been cleaned to the best of her caretaker's ability.
The room was cool but the covers were thick and did a decent job of keeping her warm. Outside were the sounds of voices, and if she managed to climb out of bed and take a peek, she'd see that they were in a small, rural town. Just outside the window was a long, wooden porch that hooked around the building she was in and on this porch sat an elderly couple in wicker chairs, speaking with Tavarius who leaned against the rail and smiled brightly at the pair of them as they applauded cheerfully at the sight of his famous Flower Ball. It was bright outside, a calm day with the sounds of children playing in a nearby field and the playful barking of hounds easily discernable not too-far off.
Raye had awakened numerous times over the the next several days. Sometimes she was mostly upright with something quite warm pressed to her back and firmly around her midsection to keep her in place. She would weakly try to struggle against whatever held her only to hear a soothing voice muttering bits of oddities. She would quickly settle down, her subconscious deeming this a safe "place" before shutting down once more.
Other times she had been in a bed with various faces and voices drifting in and out of her vision and hearing. She could remember struggling as her clothing had been removed but nothing beyond that moment.
She awoke slowly, her eyes remaining closed as she heard the sounds of chirping birds, soft laughter and rambunctious children and dogs playing. A slight smile began to form upon the corners of her lips and she was quite content in this still near dream state. Her mind tried to linger, to continue to protect her injured body and mind but Rayvinn's will to do something asserted itself and the thick sooty lashes fluttered and lifted.
With a cursory glance about the room, her body unmoving, the events of the past several days rushed back. She found herself moving far too quickly, legs being slung over the bed as her torso contorted to rise from the bed. "Aghhh. Gods be damned for their incessant meddling in my life!" She shouted as loudly as her dry throat and cottony tongue allowed. She tasted the faint bitterness of Valerian root, which explained the cottony tongue and the lack of further resistance during her care.
A hand pressed to her sore side as she arose from the bed, drew one of her swords and moved out the door of her room and into a more open area of...wherever she was staying. "Tavarius?! Hello?"
It opened to a wide hallway with two other doors on either side of it. This hall went into a large, open room brightly lit by sunlight flooding in through the windows. Her cry was enough for Tavarius' rather keen ears to pick up and he tossed the Flower Ball into the hands of the older gentleman on the porch before darting off into the small house. He came into view in the center of that large room as he turned to face the hall, blinking in surprise at the sight of Raye standing there naked with a sword in her hand.
"You're supposed to be in bed," he explained quite simply, pointing with a long finger back toward the room she had came from. "Go on, shoo!" he approached, waving another hand to try and get her to back away. "Why are you holding a sword? No one's here to fight, get back to bed now."
It had never occurred to Raye that she was naked. She had awakened in a strange place, dosed with Valerian root. Tavarius was lucky she wasn't running through the house and outside shouting threats and then carrying through with them.
"I..I am?" She lowered the sword so the point was near the floor, head canting slightly to the side. "And...I am holding a sword because I was drugged. I didn't know what was happening or where I am." She backed up a couple of steps as he approached and shooed her, until she was standing in the doorway of the room. "Where are we? Who drugged me? Who took care of me? How do you know there is no one to fight? How long have I been asleep? And I don't want to go back to bed. I am bored." She rapid fired the questions at him in what had been affectionately termed "rapid elf speak" once upon a time. Her behavior lacked any sort of threat; if anything, she seemed quite docile at the moment with her soft voice and wide eyes.
"I drugged you," he replied. "So you would sleep more, you lost a lot of blood. I took care of you, and this is a small town and the strongest man is a hunter who provides meat for the town. He's quite nice, so, I don't think there's anyone to fight," he waved again, shooing her off. "Back into bed. I don't care if you're bored, you aren't healed all the way yet. I'll bring you something to eat. What would you like?"
"That is not a good reason to drug someone. You will not do that to me again." Jade hues took on a much
cooler appearance but her voice wasn't raised at all. In a move that was all too familiar, the elf placed a hand to her hip and outright glared at him.
"Well I care if I am bored. And just who appointed you as my keeper? I am obviously capable of deciding for myself. I dislike being bored and I am not going back to bed."
She would, however retreat into the room, still glaring at him, to get dressed as she just realized she was standing there without a stitch on. He would hear her from the room, cursing and muttering as she dressed herself despite the pain. "Cannot believe he took my clothes off. Nooo he couldn't just have the mistress of the house take care of me. Oh no, he had to find some way to embarrass me to death, he did!" Finally she was finished dressing and venting and called out. "I will eat whatever...without the VALERIAN ROOT!"
Tavarius' head tilted as he heard her cursing. "Embarrass you half to death. How can you be half dead? Is that like, zombies? I've seen zombies. They look all dead, but can't be. Otherwise they wouldn't make all that noise, right?" he bounced on his heels and smiled at the doorway, regardless of whether or not he could see her at this point. "It's a good place, this town. They're nice folks, said we can stay here until you're fit for travel again."
She half growled her displeasure at what she perceived as eavesdropping. "No, I am not a zombie. And being embarrassed half to death is an expression people use when they are very, very embarrassed," she explained as she padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor to stand in the doorway; finishing the buttoning of her pants as she moved. Her arms were crossed gingerly over her chest; a slight grimace crossed over too pale features as she regarded him.
"Didn't they even bother to ask who we were and why I was covered in blood and passed out? Or why we appeared to have wallowed in a fire pit?"
Her chin lifted ever so slightly in defiance. "I am fit to travel right this instant. I have no intention of staying. I will, however, pay for your room and board since you led me to safety and took care of me."
Prior to Raye's return to RhyDin
When Raye finally awoke, her surroundings were quite different. She was in an old, but relatively soft and quite clean bed in a small, dark room. The only light came from a sliver of the sun through a crack in the thick, heavy drapes that covered the window opposite her. The covers were tucked in tight around her body. On the nightstand beside where she lay rested her ruck sac, beside that was a chair that had the clothes she had been wearing. They were cleaned and neatly folded, the small leather pouch sat undisturbed atop them. Her swords hung over the back of the chair, everything else looked to be untouched. The wound had been cleaned and sewn and thick bandages covered it for an added measure of precaution. In addition, she had been cleaned to the best of her caretaker's ability.
The room was cool but the covers were thick and did a decent job of keeping her warm. Outside were the sounds of voices, and if she managed to climb out of bed and take a peek, she'd see that they were in a small, rural town. Just outside the window was a long, wooden porch that hooked around the building she was in and on this porch sat an elderly couple in wicker chairs, speaking with Tavarius who leaned against the rail and smiled brightly at the pair of them as they applauded cheerfully at the sight of his famous Flower Ball. It was bright outside, a calm day with the sounds of children playing in a nearby field and the playful barking of hounds easily discernable not too-far off.
Raye had awakened numerous times over the the next several days. Sometimes she was mostly upright with something quite warm pressed to her back and firmly around her midsection to keep her in place. She would weakly try to struggle against whatever held her only to hear a soothing voice muttering bits of oddities. She would quickly settle down, her subconscious deeming this a safe "place" before shutting down once more.
Other times she had been in a bed with various faces and voices drifting in and out of her vision and hearing. She could remember struggling as her clothing had been removed but nothing beyond that moment.
She awoke slowly, her eyes remaining closed as she heard the sounds of chirping birds, soft laughter and rambunctious children and dogs playing. A slight smile began to form upon the corners of her lips and she was quite content in this still near dream state. Her mind tried to linger, to continue to protect her injured body and mind but Rayvinn's will to do something asserted itself and the thick sooty lashes fluttered and lifted.
With a cursory glance about the room, her body unmoving, the events of the past several days rushed back. She found herself moving far too quickly, legs being slung over the bed as her torso contorted to rise from the bed. "Aghhh. Gods be damned for their incessant meddling in my life!" She shouted as loudly as her dry throat and cottony tongue allowed. She tasted the faint bitterness of Valerian root, which explained the cottony tongue and the lack of further resistance during her care.
A hand pressed to her sore side as she arose from the bed, drew one of her swords and moved out the door of her room and into a more open area of...wherever she was staying. "Tavarius?! Hello?"
It opened to a wide hallway with two other doors on either side of it. This hall went into a large, open room brightly lit by sunlight flooding in through the windows. Her cry was enough for Tavarius' rather keen ears to pick up and he tossed the Flower Ball into the hands of the older gentleman on the porch before darting off into the small house. He came into view in the center of that large room as he turned to face the hall, blinking in surprise at the sight of Raye standing there naked with a sword in her hand.
"You're supposed to be in bed," he explained quite simply, pointing with a long finger back toward the room she had came from. "Go on, shoo!" he approached, waving another hand to try and get her to back away. "Why are you holding a sword? No one's here to fight, get back to bed now."
It had never occurred to Raye that she was naked. She had awakened in a strange place, dosed with Valerian root. Tavarius was lucky she wasn't running through the house and outside shouting threats and then carrying through with them.
"I..I am?" She lowered the sword so the point was near the floor, head canting slightly to the side. "And...I am holding a sword because I was drugged. I didn't know what was happening or where I am." She backed up a couple of steps as he approached and shooed her, until she was standing in the doorway of the room. "Where are we? Who drugged me? Who took care of me? How do you know there is no one to fight? How long have I been asleep? And I don't want to go back to bed. I am bored." She rapid fired the questions at him in what had been affectionately termed "rapid elf speak" once upon a time. Her behavior lacked any sort of threat; if anything, she seemed quite docile at the moment with her soft voice and wide eyes.
"I drugged you," he replied. "So you would sleep more, you lost a lot of blood. I took care of you, and this is a small town and the strongest man is a hunter who provides meat for the town. He's quite nice, so, I don't think there's anyone to fight," he waved again, shooing her off. "Back into bed. I don't care if you're bored, you aren't healed all the way yet. I'll bring you something to eat. What would you like?"
"That is not a good reason to drug someone. You will not do that to me again." Jade hues took on a much
cooler appearance but her voice wasn't raised at all. In a move that was all too familiar, the elf placed a hand to her hip and outright glared at him.
"Well I care if I am bored. And just who appointed you as my keeper? I am obviously capable of deciding for myself. I dislike being bored and I am not going back to bed."
She would, however retreat into the room, still glaring at him, to get dressed as she just realized she was standing there without a stitch on. He would hear her from the room, cursing and muttering as she dressed herself despite the pain. "Cannot believe he took my clothes off. Nooo he couldn't just have the mistress of the house take care of me. Oh no, he had to find some way to embarrass me to death, he did!" Finally she was finished dressing and venting and called out. "I will eat whatever...without the VALERIAN ROOT!"
Tavarius' head tilted as he heard her cursing. "Embarrass you half to death. How can you be half dead? Is that like, zombies? I've seen zombies. They look all dead, but can't be. Otherwise they wouldn't make all that noise, right?" he bounced on his heels and smiled at the doorway, regardless of whether or not he could see her at this point. "It's a good place, this town. They're nice folks, said we can stay here until you're fit for travel again."
She half growled her displeasure at what she perceived as eavesdropping. "No, I am not a zombie. And being embarrassed half to death is an expression people use when they are very, very embarrassed," she explained as she padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor to stand in the doorway; finishing the buttoning of her pants as she moved. Her arms were crossed gingerly over her chest; a slight grimace crossed over too pale features as she regarded him.
"Didn't they even bother to ask who we were and why I was covered in blood and passed out? Or why we appeared to have wallowed in a fire pit?"
Her chin lifted ever so slightly in defiance. "I am fit to travel right this instant. I have no intention of staying. I will, however, pay for your room and board since you led me to safety and took care of me."