Peoples, im really sorry, thisll be confusing. What happens is Crane is reminiscing about sitting in for Lark and the Kids when Rosethorn had the blue pox. Ok, I have redone it, it doesnt flow as well, but it makes alot more sense to my mind...
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She had died. So that was it. He had felt it through his plants, but had not known precisly what it was. Still, somthing was wrong with that. Although all of his plants had cried out in one voice when she went, they had all rejoiced and come back minutes later. If she had died, surely between the children, the dog, Lark, and his own greenhouse, he would have heard of it before. As he continued to listen, his disbelief grew. He couldn't comprehend it. Obviously, the other dedicates that were there were in the same condition that he was. She had died, and yet was still here. The key to figuring out how that had happened was infinitely more difficult than even the one for blue pox. His mind reeled at the very thought. So, naturally, he stopped thinking about it. Honored Moonstream had told only the heads of the separate temples of the incident. He decided against going to see her, in favor of his greenhouse. In a slight daze, he sat amongst his plants. A passerby that knew him would have thought it odd to see him like this. He showed none of his usual superiority, it was now replaced with bewilderment. Fortunately, most matters were settled, so he had time to ponder this problem in peace. He thought about sitting with her when she had the blue pox, late at night, when he couldn't possibly sleep. In disgust with himself, had had taken some papers and went to discipline.
~ OK this is where you have to bear with me, we are switching from thinking about, to being there. Got it? ~
He softly knocked on the door. Lark answered, after stepping over two bodies, both asleep. She was only slightly taken aback when she found crane at the door. She didn't even have to ask why he was there, it showed in his eyes, and was reflected in hers. Sleep was impossible, so might as well be useful. Lark quietly beckoned him in, and led him to the room where Rosethorn was resting. Niko, who had been sitting before, looked up from his pondering, and gave Crane a nod. Wordlessly, he got up, and walked out with Lark behind him. Crane sat down, and began to immerse himself in his work.
"Father! Bandits are coming!"
Crane started from his work-induced trance. This was the fever, she was hallucinating, or reliving memories. He had a feeling it was the latter. Rosethorn continued to mumble and then cried out again.
"Nasah! Father please! Don't let them hurt her! Daddy please!"
She gasped from her dream, and he stiffened as he realized what she was seeing. This was the attack on her village, and the rape of her best friend. He assumed her name had been Nasah. Rosethorn now talked despairingly, begging various people to help her friend. A single tear ran down her cheek as she reached out to someone that was not there. When she grabbed his hand, he started, and held it tightly, trying to let her know that someone was with her. It calmed her for a moment, and she receded back to sleep. Reaching out, he brushed the tear from her cheek, and nearly cried himself. She was reliving memories that no one deserved to have in the first place. They stayed the rest of his shift like that. Crane holding her hand, resting it in his lap. Every once in a while, she opened her eyes and babbled slightly, but there was nothing more of that particular experience.
Crane started from his thoughts. The sun had gone down, and he could feel the plants asking for water now that the sun would not dry them. He sighed, plants were so much less complicated then the rest of the world, no wonder many, including him, thought them calming. He got up, and watered them all, cracking the first real smile in since the blue pox had broken out.
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There we go. That wasn't too bad was it? I hope it was ok, sorry if the times are a bit mixed, I had even myself confused there for a while. Oh well.
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She had died. So that was it. He had felt it through his plants, but had not known precisly what it was. Still, somthing was wrong with that. Although all of his plants had cried out in one voice when she went, they had all rejoiced and come back minutes later. If she had died, surely between the children, the dog, Lark, and his own greenhouse, he would have heard of it before. As he continued to listen, his disbelief grew. He couldn't comprehend it. Obviously, the other dedicates that were there were in the same condition that he was. She had died, and yet was still here. The key to figuring out how that had happened was infinitely more difficult than even the one for blue pox. His mind reeled at the very thought. So, naturally, he stopped thinking about it. Honored Moonstream had told only the heads of the separate temples of the incident. He decided against going to see her, in favor of his greenhouse. In a slight daze, he sat amongst his plants. A passerby that knew him would have thought it odd to see him like this. He showed none of his usual superiority, it was now replaced with bewilderment. Fortunately, most matters were settled, so he had time to ponder this problem in peace. He thought about sitting with her when she had the blue pox, late at night, when he couldn't possibly sleep. In disgust with himself, had had taken some papers and went to discipline.
~ OK this is where you have to bear with me, we are switching from thinking about, to being there. Got it? ~
He softly knocked on the door. Lark answered, after stepping over two bodies, both asleep. She was only slightly taken aback when she found crane at the door. She didn't even have to ask why he was there, it showed in his eyes, and was reflected in hers. Sleep was impossible, so might as well be useful. Lark quietly beckoned him in, and led him to the room where Rosethorn was resting. Niko, who had been sitting before, looked up from his pondering, and gave Crane a nod. Wordlessly, he got up, and walked out with Lark behind him. Crane sat down, and began to immerse himself in his work.
"Father! Bandits are coming!"
Crane started from his work-induced trance. This was the fever, she was hallucinating, or reliving memories. He had a feeling it was the latter. Rosethorn continued to mumble and then cried out again.
"Nasah! Father please! Don't let them hurt her! Daddy please!"
She gasped from her dream, and he stiffened as he realized what she was seeing. This was the attack on her village, and the rape of her best friend. He assumed her name had been Nasah. Rosethorn now talked despairingly, begging various people to help her friend. A single tear ran down her cheek as she reached out to someone that was not there. When she grabbed his hand, he started, and held it tightly, trying to let her know that someone was with her. It calmed her for a moment, and she receded back to sleep. Reaching out, he brushed the tear from her cheek, and nearly cried himself. She was reliving memories that no one deserved to have in the first place. They stayed the rest of his shift like that. Crane holding her hand, resting it in his lap. Every once in a while, she opened her eyes and babbled slightly, but there was nothing more of that particular experience.
Crane started from his thoughts. The sun had gone down, and he could feel the plants asking for water now that the sun would not dry them. He sighed, plants were so much less complicated then the rest of the world, no wonder many, including him, thought them calming. He got up, and watered them all, cracking the first real smile in since the blue pox had broken out.
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There we go. That wasn't too bad was it? I hope it was ok, sorry if the times are a bit mixed, I had even myself confused there for a while. Oh well.