-Pushing through the front door she stumbled with a struggle to her large rose-coloured couch, grunting and groaning as she heaved the deadweight along. FireSong slouched across her back, she moved to the side, letting the woman's bruised and now frail body fall gently to the couch, as she herself fell to her knees, exhausted from her half drag-half-piggy-back from the Inn to her Store in the dead of night.
-Sigh-
Looking to the womans whose mouth still bled some, she shook her head. She would never condone fighters in her family when she finally had one. It would not be. She had slit a throat once to save a man and that day lingered within her thoughts in quiet moments even still. His horrific shriek, the blood draining from his face and his groaning, writhing, convulsing body, tossing madly at her feet. She winced even now at the memory, as she stood, and looked back out the door to the sky fretted with diamond stars. She stared hard at the faraway glistening beads, deciding what to do with her newfound acquisition. She walked to the door and closed it as a chilly draught ran through. She glanced back at the K.O'd woman and quirked her lips. She would let her stay the night, but not any longer. She didn't want to invite unsavoury company to her new business. It was surely a bad omen if she did.
Walking to a cabinet she unfolded the doors with a creak and pulled out a large woolen blanket and walked back to FireSong, easing it over her awkwardly positioned, unconscious form. Producing from her pouch some smelling-salts she waved them under the womans nose, and with her free hand gathered some dandelion seeds from Wielyn, and opening the womans mouth resting them on her tongue to disapate. The woman would come to soon, and her awakening from the trauma of unconscious-sleep would not be frighteningly vicious. It would be slow and grainey, but not torturous or shocking as it most times was.
Patting the womans forehead she sighed softly and cooed an enchantment beneath her breath. Smiling softly she turned and disappeared into her foyer through a doorway, and whispered up the spiral stairway to her room, the faint husk of bergamot treaded the night air of the cozy, lantern-lit store. The flicker of red skirts was the last glimpse of Fay, as she glid along the wooden walkway leading to her room with ginger footsteps, as the darkness concealed her silhouette and she closed her bedroom door with a muted click-
-Sigh-
Looking to the womans whose mouth still bled some, she shook her head. She would never condone fighters in her family when she finally had one. It would not be. She had slit a throat once to save a man and that day lingered within her thoughts in quiet moments even still. His horrific shriek, the blood draining from his face and his groaning, writhing, convulsing body, tossing madly at her feet. She winced even now at the memory, as she stood, and looked back out the door to the sky fretted with diamond stars. She stared hard at the faraway glistening beads, deciding what to do with her newfound acquisition. She walked to the door and closed it as a chilly draught ran through. She glanced back at the K.O'd woman and quirked her lips. She would let her stay the night, but not any longer. She didn't want to invite unsavoury company to her new business. It was surely a bad omen if she did.
Walking to a cabinet she unfolded the doors with a creak and pulled out a large woolen blanket and walked back to FireSong, easing it over her awkwardly positioned, unconscious form. Producing from her pouch some smelling-salts she waved them under the womans nose, and with her free hand gathered some dandelion seeds from Wielyn, and opening the womans mouth resting them on her tongue to disapate. The woman would come to soon, and her awakening from the trauma of unconscious-sleep would not be frighteningly vicious. It would be slow and grainey, but not torturous or shocking as it most times was.
Patting the womans forehead she sighed softly and cooed an enchantment beneath her breath. Smiling softly she turned and disappeared into her foyer through a doorway, and whispered up the spiral stairway to her room, the faint husk of bergamot treaded the night air of the cozy, lantern-lit store. The flicker of red skirts was the last glimpse of Fay, as she glid along the wooden walkway leading to her room with ginger footsteps, as the darkness concealed her silhouette and she closed her bedroom door with a muted click-