Scarlet Rain ||Medieval Rp||

[mewmew.]

Luka's carriage came to a sudden stop and he waited as he driver opened the door for him. Once the door was open he stood and stepped out. He made his way through the darkness towards his big house. As he walked in he quickly felt overwhelmed by its emptiness. He never felt this before, but yet the advents of the day had quickly changed his feelings towards life. He frowned making his way up the spiral stair case towards his sleeping chambers. He found himself exhausted. Once in his room he took off his vest and collapsed on his big bed.

[The Logical Rattie]

Ysmay flitted through the streets. Not that unlike a simple shadow. A little black-metal dagger glimmered dully in her hand. She was actually heading home.... but it was creeping towards the mid of night. The time that was most dangerous for females. She was proud though about the night's events. Happy too. She still hadn't stopped smiling. Once she got home, she glided into the door, her dress draped over her arm. She changed into a night-gown and grabbed a cold biscuit to chew on as she cleaned her few minor injuries from the night of saving bums. Thankfully most of them could be easily hidden... but the one on her cheek... that was the one that instantly killed her mood. Ysmay was a fair healer.... but she couldn't manage to heal herself... so the deep yet small scar would be a permanent feature. Ysmay sighed, irritated and finally went to bed, collasping into her soft down comforter and feather bed, instantly falling to sleep.

Oliver smiled slightly and instantly began his trek towards the inn, his feet tapping across the ground softly. He reached the inn quickly, but he couldn't seem to tear his thoughts off of Aniya. He couldn't stop thinking about how pretty and sweet she was. He... could almost imagine... He jerked himself from his thoughts and shook his head as he came up to the infirmary. Back to work... no time to think about pretty girls. He scolded himself. Oliver sighed and jumped into the fray, beginning to heal.

Summer nodded and opened the Princess mouth. It looked a little sore,she shook her head. "Has she eatin in awhile" she asked trying to get all the facts. The princess didn't look to good she kept inspecting her body. While waiting for Blake's answer . Summer was starting to get worried of the Princess didn't wake up she would go into a coma and that something we don't need to happen.

Blake Cooper nodded slightly "Yes... she had part of an apple, a biscuit and a slice of sausage this morning, but the last time she had eaten before that was a day and a half ago." Blake said, rattling off dates. Hey, a messenger had to keep him mind sharp, especially when they had to repeat long paragraphs word for word.

[honeyhues]

Summer nodded listening to every word he said. "alright thank you ill try to do what I can, but right now I don't think I can do much" she sighed patting the wet washcloth on her fathead again.

(so so sorry I haven't been writing)

[The Logical Rattie]

((Its alright! Thank you for replying ^_^))

Blake Cooper nodded, smiling though just a bit emotionlessly "Can we take her to her room? I don't think she should continue... to... sleep.... on her study's floor." he said, his voice a bit pained. His eyes slid to Tori "Is it okay to move her, Summer?" he asked softly, looking at the healer for a moment before staring out the window, the festivities, at least the dancing, was still going on, which means they should move her now to avoid her unconscious state being seen.

[honeyhues]

(sorry im on my phone so it may take me awhile to reply)

Summer nodded "yes.. Can you carry her or do you need any help?" Summer asked packing up her things. She was worried for the Pdunces was ok she needed to be for everyone it was sorda a little pressure.

[The Logical Rattie]

Blake smiled slightly and knelt to gather the light princess in his arms effortlessly "I got her." he said with a little grin. He glanced at the General before turning his eyes to Summer "Is there... anything we can do? Do you know what wrong with her?" he asked worriedly as he walked out of the room, heading towards the princess's sleeping chambers.

[mewmew.]

Luka felt exhausted.His mind ran through the course of his day as he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. He wasn't sure how long he was laying there but long enough for a maid to come in and make a fire. The fire glowed lighting the room up faintly. Luka knew he needed to change into his sleep wear but he couldn't even convince himself to get up. He laid on arm over his eyes and sighed. Behind his eyelids he saw the bright colors of the fireworks. With a deep sigh Luka pushed himself up and started to take of his shoes. Afterwards he curled up on his bead and found himself drifting into sleep.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

A N I Y A returned to her room a little later, her eyes clouded as she thought of Oliver. He was so kind to her. Kinder than anyone else had ever been. And she cared. She was afraid to admit it but she cared. That shy and almost child like personality of his had worked its way into her heart. She wouldn't call it love....but it wasn't just friendship either. It was somewhere inbetween. In a dangerous place where it could break both of their hearts if they wer not careful.

[The Logical Rattie]

Ysmay Rowantree slipped into a somewhat peaceful sleep, dreams (a rare feature in her life) danced before her eyes. Some were admittingly about Luka, but most of them about when she was younger. She remembered little moments, most of them with her adoptive family. Her four older "brothers" and her younger "sister"... of her "mother" and of her "father". She even dreamed of her real father-- the moments when he wasn't that bad. She smiled to herself. Soon they turned into nightmares. They always did. The same nightmare of that night followed after the nightmares of death. Her mind was really a pain sometimes.

Oliver Cromwell worked diligently, not pausing long enough to allow himself to think. He had a strong feeling for Aniya, but he couldn't quite place it. He was beginning to tire. He always used his magic to his near-fainting point... there were just so many people to save... and using it in such a manner strengthened his magic. Like working your muscles to exhaustion to get strong. He couldn't spare one moment. He had to keep working. Eventually he had to force himself to stop or embarrass him self by fainting. At this point, he stumbled up to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

A N I Y A, unable to sleep, stood, slipping on her hood headed outside, breathing in the cool night air and then looking down at her wrist. A mark of power? Yeah right. I was probably a slave at one point Aniya said to herself, pulling her sleeve down tightly over her wrist and then looking up at the sky. Her life was nothing like she had wished for, and she knew it, confused slightly at what had happened to her.

(Angel, may I create another character who is a preistess, someone who has studied in magic all her life who bares the same mark as Aniya?)