Iden Maxwell
♥ 25 ♥ Healer ♥ Feeling a little blue ♥ Tagged: Nobody ♥ Location: In town ♥
Iden let her eyes travel along the crowd as she walked, pulling her hood up yet again. She honestly despised when people stopped her just to gawk. They could gander from a distance but honestly, having to stop her from doing whatever she needed to do, merely to gaze at her with drool dripping down their chins? Ridiculous. She rolled her eyes at the mere thought. Why on earth was she feeling so irritable? She clenched her fists up slightly as she walked, her hands sliding into her pockets and she made her way towards the vendors where they supplied food. She managed to get closer and she eyed some of the things, buying one of the larger loaves of bread and holding it delicately in her arms. She hurriedly made her way towards the poorest part of town, looking to make sure she wasn't being followed before she knocked on one of the doors three times, each knock being spaced out only a few seconds later than the other one. After the third knock the door opened and she was ushered inside.
The small one roomed house was occupied by four small beds, each one looking dirtier and less expensive than the next. She felt a pang in her heart as she walked over to the smallest bed, carefully sitting down on the bed beside the small bundled up child. He didn't have the plague but he was still excruciatingly sick. She brought her gloved hand up and stroked the childs cheek softly. He wasn't more than four and his cheeks were thin with obvious mal-nourishment. It wasn't the Mom's fault. She tried so hard to provide for them but it was killing her. Iden let her eyes shut, hood falling away and the child smiled happily up at her. "Den!" he beamed. The woman truly hated when anyone shortened her name, but the child was so innocent and fragile that it didn't phase her. She smiled and let her hand come up to his forehead, eyes shutting and she began muttering in an ancient language, the runes on her skin glowing ever so slightly and slowly growing brighter with each word. The childs own eyes shut and he held onto her hand loosely, having become used to this by now. She finished treating all of them, giving them all strength and trying to cure the smallest ones ailments though she knew it was going to end up killing him, her magic might be able to prolong his life but his death was inevitable. She bowed her head once she finished blessing the mother, handing her the loaf and nodding to her. "Be careful.." she murmured softly, looking over her shoulder at the children and waving at the smallest one final time before exiting the building and making her way back into town.
Ceciel Cartwright
♥ 20 ♥ Mage ♥ Feeling stupid ♥ Tagged: Arren ♥ Location: In town ♥
Ceciel paused his steps as Arren paused him. He looked over at him and his eyes were a bit wide, cheeks flushing a bit. "I.. Well that's kind of the thing.. Nobody taught me.." he mumbled softly. He brushed it off quickly, bad thoughts trying to come back and he looked back to the ground, returning to where he'd previously been standing beside him. "I think that it's light?" he mumbled, though his response was much more of a question than an exact answer. He would have showed her an example but he was absolutely sure that he'd end up catching fire to something. "It could be fire.." he mumbled almost mutely, trying to be more amusing with that comment rather than serious. He looked over to the scrolls and books the person was selling and he hummed, seeing them but not actually looking. He looked back to the mage. "I really have no idea.. That's why I was hoping I could help you.. Well.. Really I guess I thought that you could help me.. I suppose.." he stammered, his cheeks paling a bit and he cast a wary glance up at him. He let out a soft sigh, tucking his hands in his pockets and letting his shoulders pull up in a shrug. "I really don't know.. I'm awful with words and.. and people and I really just want to prove that I'm not a waste of space. Maybe you could help me with that and.. Maybe you won't.. But I'd really appreciate it if you helped. I'd also understand if you didn't and this rambling made you uncomfortable because honestly that's how I'm beginning to feel.." he looked at the ground again and he sighed. "Just please.. Don't give me hope where there is none.." he mumbled softly.
Vincent Cartwright
♥ 20 ♥ Servant to Julias ♥ Feeling worried ♥ Tagged: Julias & Maria ♥ Location:Prince's room ♥
Vincent nodded, helping the prince put the robes on and making sure they were tied properly before he took a step back, giving him a small bow to show respect and he nodded, straightening up. "I'll make sure that Eton is prepared." he nodded. "I'll have them make food and prepare it so when you return you both will be able to eat." he smiled, opening his mouth to say something reassuring but he was interrupted by a few knocks on the door. "I'll get that as well.." he mumbled, walking over to the door and opening it up, revealing a woman. His eyebrows rose in confusion before he remembered something about a squire to watch over them. He looked over his shoulder at Julias a moment, almost as if he was upset at the decision to have this squire here but he had to shake it off. He stepped out of her way. "Pardon me.." he mumbled before he slipped past her and towards the stables, his eyebrows pulled together a bit in deep thought. His feet walked to their own accord, his mind so wrapped up in his thoughts and he nearly smacked into a wall, grateful that nobody was around to witness it. He hurried to the stables and had the stable boy ready Eton before he slipped to the kitchen, making sure the chef was alerted and he could hear the sound of pans clanking together as he exited the kitchen. He stopped just outside of the kitchen. Did he need to return to the prince? Would the prince meet him outside? He sighed and began to make his way back to the prince's room, hoping that he wasn't being replaced.