She had been struggling since the news of Aolis' disappearance had touched her ears. The elveness had closed up shop and spent hours..no days..in desperate search for the sweet-hearted male elven. But as the days dwindled on so did her strength, for each passing night the moon waned the moon sickness began to rise.
She found herself nearly passing out in the marketplace the day before in her feverish search for certain herbs that would help the moon sickness and thus allowing her to continue her search. And if it had not been for the wise words of a man she barely knew, she might of continued until she collapsed in the streets.
But this night before the new moon, she found no strength to move out of her bed. Her head felt as if someone had placed it within a vice and she knew it would only get worst until the moon started it's new cycle. Failed in finding the rare herbs to help, she knew she would not be moving for the next few days. This clawed at her mind and heart.
The feather down mattress of her bed was no comfort to her even as it's softness, coupled with the satin sheets of leafy green, cradled to her exhausted form. Like a hug from a big squishy stuffed animal. Her room was lightly decorated but nothing really stood out. The four post bed made out of cherrywood, which happened to be her favorite type of wood. The color was simply marvelously! An elegant armoire that kept what few of her personal clothes she owned. You would think with someone who owned a clothing shop she'd make a lot more for herself. Aside from that there was a well sized table nudged right under the window. The desk was well kept, papers and books stacked proper. The only thing that would of stood out on that desk, and to any eye, would be the vase of flowers she had plucked from the display in the marketplace.
It was the only memento she had of Aolis save for pendant and memories. And as day faded to night she stared at them, almost unblinking. Worried even in her sickened state. She prayed to Ithil that he was safe. That he would remain safe. And that soon she would see him. If anything just to ease the ache that the dark elven had stained onto her heart.
She found herself nearly passing out in the marketplace the day before in her feverish search for certain herbs that would help the moon sickness and thus allowing her to continue her search. And if it had not been for the wise words of a man she barely knew, she might of continued until she collapsed in the streets.
But this night before the new moon, she found no strength to move out of her bed. Her head felt as if someone had placed it within a vice and she knew it would only get worst until the moon started it's new cycle. Failed in finding the rare herbs to help, she knew she would not be moving for the next few days. This clawed at her mind and heart.
The feather down mattress of her bed was no comfort to her even as it's softness, coupled with the satin sheets of leafy green, cradled to her exhausted form. Like a hug from a big squishy stuffed animal. Her room was lightly decorated but nothing really stood out. The four post bed made out of cherrywood, which happened to be her favorite type of wood. The color was simply marvelously! An elegant armoire that kept what few of her personal clothes she owned. You would think with someone who owned a clothing shop she'd make a lot more for herself. Aside from that there was a well sized table nudged right under the window. The desk was well kept, papers and books stacked proper. The only thing that would of stood out on that desk, and to any eye, would be the vase of flowers she had plucked from the display in the marketplace.
It was the only memento she had of Aolis save for pendant and memories. And as day faded to night she stared at them, almost unblinking. Worried even in her sickened state. She prayed to Ithil that he was safe. That he would remain safe. And that soon she would see him. If anything just to ease the ache that the dark elven had stained onto her heart.