Fire continued
Fire lent out over her stone balcony and pushed her face towards the fading evening sun. Her height meant that she had to use her elbows to brace her self upwards and press her hips into the cold stone barrier so that her face could leave the shadows cast by the castle behind her. As she lent over to feel the warmth on her face she also lent with her mind, as if by physically pushing herself forward she could increase the range in which she searched the minds near to her. She'd been practising this a lot recently, and standing out on her balcony, looking to the horizon for any sign of the Brigan and his Royal guard, though she knew she would feel him much sooner than she saw him.
Her days passed slowly unless she was needed at the hospital. Sadly she only went there when she was really needed now. It was not that the staff didn't want her there, they asked for her often, though it was true that she still attracted much unwanted attention from the more able of the patients, and had to take her guard with her when she visited as she had caused more than several brawls. It was however, the ever growing admiration in which the city held her which had made her keep her distance from its people. They thought her some sought of angel, sent to cure or ills. Why hadn't you heard of how she had won the war by using her monster powers to divide the enemy and saved the king's life when he was inches from death? All fallacy! It is true she had helped with both but neither had been down to her in truth. When she started to visit the hospital after the war, she soon become tired of peoples over eagerness to please her, but when Brigan had said that she must accept what people wanted her to be and carry on she felt she had regained herself again and spent months at the hospital for days on end. She had now realised that this had allowed rumours to get out of hand and people had started to come to the hospital for all kinds of aliments believing she was a miracle worker.
Fire sighed and rolled over so that her back was pressed against the balcony and hung her head downwards so that her back was arched and her chest raised. She longed to pull her headscarf off and to let her hair loose. That was the only problem with standing outside, no raptor proof mirrors or gauze. As she let that thought slide it seemed as though her hair had heard he and and the scarf slipped, spilling her long red locks, and she had to flip herself around fast so that she could snatch the scarf back before it fell to ground below.
"Phew" she whispered under breath, and then regretted it when she heard the screech of a raptor monster in the distance. She flung herself inside, her skirts whisking in behind her in a blur of speed, and pushed the door closed, leaning on it chuckling to herself. She stopped abruptly however as sudden wash of gloom swept over her. It had come to this, laughing to herself at the most mundane of things. The self pity that accompanied the gloom made her feel angry on top of everything. She stalked over to the bed and sat down hard and the flung herself backwards, arms spread wide in a star shape, long scooped sleeves trailing down from her hands into thin points.
Her bedding was dark green, the walls still had much of the stone work showing but she had Clara but up pale green drapes covered in a twisting vine pattern on parts of them, they helped with the cold but also lessened the dungeon-like appearance of the place. She rolled onto her side and stared at her pale green sleeve, concentrating very hard on the gold patterned edging that ran down the length of it. She had once never worn dresses out of choice except for special occasions but she tended to wear them more lately. Partlry due to the heat of kings city, the visitors she had to greet, appearances she had to make, but really it was in case Brigan should arrive home to fast for her to look her best. A tear leaked from her eye, but she brushed it away fiercely and that burst of anger manged to shove down the self pity that was threatening to rise again. She gulped and closed her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep. Brigan had been gone nearly two months and she missed him like an ache that felt like it would crush her was it not relieved soon. Her arms longed rap around his smooth chest and back, her hands burnt with need to brush up and down his body and her shoulder practically itched with the need of his muscular arms tight around her. The tears had started falling thicker and she hadn't noticed. She shook with anger and hurt and so belatedly and pathetically she lay on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
