A flower needed water and sun to grow. The waves needed the moon in order to flow. And a heart needed love to live.
These were the simplest of thoughts to pass through the small woman's thinking that night. How she was missing Panther. Months again he was gone. Almost half a year's time. And a heart had known the pain of it before...for years at a time before, and it was in mourning. Did others feel such things as deeply? Eyes had seen some very few do so.. but it was not often.
As she climbed the stairs to leave the common room behind that night, her head pounded. Heart weighed with worry over another absence. The last one...she had nearly not seen his return to her. This time, she could only guess that the gods in their cruel games intended to simply keep him. How it pained her that she might ever have to fully let him go to breathe again. Was he not her very life's breath?
And the horrible dreams of a faceless form trying to drown her or do her harm in other ways was keeping her from sleeping. The headaches would not leave her that week. Herbs had been acquired from a vendor at the marketplace after her last visit there. Lips could taste them in the water she had been sipping that night.
Her empty hand passed against the wall of the hall's way where she paused midway down the lamp-lit corridor. The pain was so strong in her head that it would have been best to be carried. But her own feet served her in this way that night. As the strongest pain eased enough to do so, she continued until she reached the door belonging to the rooms kept there. It was brought open, just enough to step inside and close it well and quietly behind her.
Best it was not to trouble others. They had so much more to do and talk about amongst themselves. So she had seen self to those rooms lest she worry any that might have seen her. Dusky features were a bit ashen that night and beneath her eyes a darkness had settled to make her look as ill as the pain was making her start to feel. How long had it been since the dark dreams had come back? Weeks. Weeks, it was guess.
She moaned a little, easing self down on the pelts before the dormant small hearth in the room. The mug of water with its herbs was half finished and she set it to the flooring nearby. Not even a hot bath that night could be bared with the pain of the headache wearing her out so.
Soft, quiet she hummed a melody from Llothgar that mothers in the plains among the Se'Leqi tribe sang to their children at night to ease them to good, strong dreams to renew them for the day ahead. It was a lullaby the small woman knew well from hearing it from others there, as she had no children of her own to sing it to.
Away from the noise of the common room's crowd, she relaxed fully and was soon asleep without thought to anything else.
These were the simplest of thoughts to pass through the small woman's thinking that night. How she was missing Panther. Months again he was gone. Almost half a year's time. And a heart had known the pain of it before...for years at a time before, and it was in mourning. Did others feel such things as deeply? Eyes had seen some very few do so.. but it was not often.
As she climbed the stairs to leave the common room behind that night, her head pounded. Heart weighed with worry over another absence. The last one...she had nearly not seen his return to her. This time, she could only guess that the gods in their cruel games intended to simply keep him. How it pained her that she might ever have to fully let him go to breathe again. Was he not her very life's breath?
And the horrible dreams of a faceless form trying to drown her or do her harm in other ways was keeping her from sleeping. The headaches would not leave her that week. Herbs had been acquired from a vendor at the marketplace after her last visit there. Lips could taste them in the water she had been sipping that night.
Her empty hand passed against the wall of the hall's way where she paused midway down the lamp-lit corridor. The pain was so strong in her head that it would have been best to be carried. But her own feet served her in this way that night. As the strongest pain eased enough to do so, she continued until she reached the door belonging to the rooms kept there. It was brought open, just enough to step inside and close it well and quietly behind her.
Best it was not to trouble others. They had so much more to do and talk about amongst themselves. So she had seen self to those rooms lest she worry any that might have seen her. Dusky features were a bit ashen that night and beneath her eyes a darkness had settled to make her look as ill as the pain was making her start to feel. How long had it been since the dark dreams had come back? Weeks. Weeks, it was guess.
She moaned a little, easing self down on the pelts before the dormant small hearth in the room. The mug of water with its herbs was half finished and she set it to the flooring nearby. Not even a hot bath that night could be bared with the pain of the headache wearing her out so.
Soft, quiet she hummed a melody from Llothgar that mothers in the plains among the Se'Leqi tribe sang to their children at night to ease them to good, strong dreams to renew them for the day ahead. It was a lullaby the small woman knew well from hearing it from others there, as she had no children of her own to sing it to.
Away from the noise of the common room's crowd, she relaxed fully and was soon asleep without thought to anything else.