(Meh... that sucks Dx I've got to work harder as well in my school; got a test on Friday..)
Elton watched his son walk up the stairs, noticing that he looked determinedly up instead of to the side; probably because he was still scared. He stifled a sigh, being worried about him. As Kateliana quietly asked if he could help, he smiled slightly, nodding. "Of course," he said gently, leaning down and scooping her up into his arms. "You'll be able to walk perfectly normally when we get back to Fortuna." He glanced around the room one last time before climbing the steps slowly, taking care to keep his steps even so that she wouldn't fall. It was obvious how much Kateliana hated having to ask for help; he knew that she missed being able to walk. Silently he bit his lip, feeling a great surge of relief as they reached the outside, where there was sunlight.
Almost immediately, Enker rushed forward towards them. "How is she?" he asked eagerly, glancing down at Kateliana, who was still in his arms.
"She's doing great," Elton said brightly, forcing a smile. "Only a mild injury... She'll be back to normal once we reach Fortuna." His voice was casual, and he took care to make it seem like Kateliana would heal, as he had faith that she would, anyway. "Enker.. I wanted to thank you for all you have done for us. We really owe you a lot."
"I's nothing..." Enker muttered, waving his thanks away. "You payed me too much anyway, so it's the least I can do..." His voice trailed off, and he smiled. "I hope that our paths cross again." He patted Elton on the arm, and smiled at Kateliana. "Goodbye, miss."
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Marcel shrugged. "What I would really like to do in the future would be to one who trains the soldiers for war..." His voice trailed off. "The commander. As I do not like killing people." He knew he wouldn't be a very good soldier for that very reason. But he would need status to get up to that position, because it was very hard to get there; many people wanted that rank.
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Morgan grit his teeth together. "No doctor treats a servant, majesty." His voice was angry, but it was true. Doctors only helped people with money; helping a servant would give them no money, and therefore, they wouldn't do it. Morgan knew that he was telling the truth about her dying; the sickness had killed many people from the castle. He had watched some of his own fellow soldiers die in front of his eyes, and he had been powerless to stop it... Noel couldn't die now... he needed her; they were all each other had.
( This is an epic fail of a post. Dx Sorry... )
Elton watched his son walk up the stairs, noticing that he looked determinedly up instead of to the side; probably because he was still scared. He stifled a sigh, being worried about him. As Kateliana quietly asked if he could help, he smiled slightly, nodding. "Of course," he said gently, leaning down and scooping her up into his arms. "You'll be able to walk perfectly normally when we get back to Fortuna." He glanced around the room one last time before climbing the steps slowly, taking care to keep his steps even so that she wouldn't fall. It was obvious how much Kateliana hated having to ask for help; he knew that she missed being able to walk. Silently he bit his lip, feeling a great surge of relief as they reached the outside, where there was sunlight.
Almost immediately, Enker rushed forward towards them. "How is she?" he asked eagerly, glancing down at Kateliana, who was still in his arms.
"She's doing great," Elton said brightly, forcing a smile. "Only a mild injury... She'll be back to normal once we reach Fortuna." His voice was casual, and he took care to make it seem like Kateliana would heal, as he had faith that she would, anyway. "Enker.. I wanted to thank you for all you have done for us. We really owe you a lot."
"I's nothing..." Enker muttered, waving his thanks away. "You payed me too much anyway, so it's the least I can do..." His voice trailed off, and he smiled. "I hope that our paths cross again." He patted Elton on the arm, and smiled at Kateliana. "Goodbye, miss."
--
Marcel shrugged. "What I would really like to do in the future would be to one who trains the soldiers for war..." His voice trailed off. "The commander. As I do not like killing people." He knew he wouldn't be a very good soldier for that very reason. But he would need status to get up to that position, because it was very hard to get there; many people wanted that rank.
--
Morgan grit his teeth together. "No doctor treats a servant, majesty." His voice was angry, but it was true. Doctors only helped people with money; helping a servant would give them no money, and therefore, they wouldn't do it. Morgan knew that he was telling the truth about her dying; the sickness had killed many people from the castle. He had watched some of his own fellow soldiers die in front of his eyes, and he had been powerless to stop it... Noel couldn't die now... he needed her; they were all each other had.
( This is an epic fail of a post. Dx Sorry... )



