Disclaimer: I do not own Deltora Quest, Deltora Shadowlands, or Dragons of Deltora. I just like to play with the characters.
Jasmine felt sick. The illness of the past few days was lingering, and kept her weak and irritable. Sharn had attended to her every need, but she still wished that Lief could be there. It figured; when Jasmine needed her husband the most, he was settling a deal in Tora. She had wanted to go, but then she became sick. Lief had promised to return quickly, but it would still be at least three more days before he returned.
"Jasmine, how are you feeling this morning?" Sharn asked her daughter-in-law as she brought her breakfast that morning. Jasmine took one look at the food, and then grabbed the pot next to the bed and retched. Sharn set the tray down and sat by Jasmine's side, rubbing her back until the contents of her stomach had stopped heaving.
"Would you like to try to eat something? It may help," Sharn urged her to take some soft apple slices.
"No thank you, Sharn. I cannot seem to keep anything down."
"This illness may be more serious than I thought. Maybe it would be best if someone a little more qualified than I take a look at you." Jasmine didn't like the idea of someone examining her, but she knew that Sharn was probably right.
"That would probably be a good idea," Jasmine replied.
"There's an old midwife in the town. She helped me deliver Lief, and she has a great knowledge of herbs and remedies for all ailments. I'll go get her this afternoon," Sharn decided.
"That sounds fine," Jasmine gave a soft reply, then picked up the dry toast on the tray behind her. "I might as well try something."
Within five minutes, the toast had come back up.
AN: I know it's short, but this is just the prologue. Review if you want more.