Advances on the healing front
Alanna ran as fast as she possibly could to Daine's classroom. Up 3 flights of
stairs, along a long corridor, up another 2 flights, another corridor, 1 more
flight of steps and the first door on your right. The lady knight was almost
dead once she reached the top.
Alanna fell against the door. Annabelle heard the knock, looked at Daine's
sweaty face, and answered the door. A short, out of breath, red headed woman
bounded through the door to fall neatly beside Daine.
"Daine! Daine! Are you alright?!"
Daine panted slightly then replied, "What do you think?!"
Alanna ignored the rather rude reply. "Healers will be here soon. I sent Neal,
Cleon and the girl you sent…um…Clara to find them."
"I…. want…Numair!" Daine struggled with words.
"They are gonna go find him too. Is there anything you want?"
"Apart from Numair and for this all to stop, nothing!" Daine said angrily
through clenched teeth. She let out another wail of pain as Alanna's face grew
into a mask of agony. The contraction ceased and Alanna's hand emerged as a
crumpled purple wreck. Daine saw this
"I'm sorry!"
"Its alright, they'll be here in a minute," Alanna prayed to the goddess,
Mithros and all other gods who might be listening for as much help as they could
give without causing a natural disaster.
Clara, Neal and Cleon hurried through the palace to find the healers wing.
Sweat glistened on their faces and ran down their arms and legs. Clara changed
her legs to that of a cheetahs to keep them pumping. She didn't realise but she
was leaving Neal and Cleon far behind.
"HEY! SLOW DOWN CLARA!" Cleon bellowed
"CAN'T, SORRY! YOU HURRY UP!"
"We can't run as fast as you Clara!" shouted Neal. "How come shes so fast?
She's faster than Kel!"
"Wild Magic, young Daffodil! Her and her sister have it."
"That's where I saw her before. I served them at dinner last night,"
Clara stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. Was Neal talking about her?
About Clara? Why?
Clara turned around to hear what they said and she met 2 out of breath boys
with sweat soaked palace uniforms.
"We get beaten to near death every day and now you make us run at the speed of light!"
"I'm really sorry, but Daine needs help… and…I can't let… her down. She taught me all I know about my magic… and I'd hate to be the reason for her…her…" Clara
looked away; she didn't want to let Neal or Cleon see the tears that had trickled down her cheeks.
Neal found his feet and strided over to Clara.
"Hey, Don't cry Clara. We understand the worry that you're going through. You can stop crying now, 'cause
you're wetting my shirt! Please?"
Clara didn't realise that whilst she had been blubbering, Neal had brought her
into the circle of his arms! She had her head resting on his chest and her
tears had been soaking into his already damp shirt. Once she had realised this,
she jumped out of his arms before the boys realised that she was very, VERY
comfortable in his arms. So warm, so comfortable…DAINE!!
"C'mon! Daine's probably ripped all Alanna's hair out at the roots!"
"Just think of her with out the hair!"
All 3 of them decided to find healers as quick as possible. The though of a
bald lioness was more scary than one with hair.
Alanna ran as fast as she possibly could to Daine's classroom. Up 3 flights of
stairs, along a long corridor, up another 2 flights, another corridor, 1 more
flight of steps and the first door on your right. The lady knight was almost
dead once she reached the top.
Alanna fell against the door. Annabelle heard the knock, looked at Daine's
sweaty face, and answered the door. A short, out of breath, red headed woman
bounded through the door to fall neatly beside Daine.
"Daine! Daine! Are you alright?!"
Daine panted slightly then replied, "What do you think?!"
Alanna ignored the rather rude reply. "Healers will be here soon. I sent Neal,
Cleon and the girl you sent…um…Clara to find them."
"I…. want…Numair!" Daine struggled with words.
"They are gonna go find him too. Is there anything you want?"
"Apart from Numair and for this all to stop, nothing!" Daine said angrily
through clenched teeth. She let out another wail of pain as Alanna's face grew
into a mask of agony. The contraction ceased and Alanna's hand emerged as a
crumpled purple wreck. Daine saw this
"I'm sorry!"
"Its alright, they'll be here in a minute," Alanna prayed to the goddess,
Mithros and all other gods who might be listening for as much help as they could
give without causing a natural disaster.
Clara, Neal and Cleon hurried through the palace to find the healers wing.
Sweat glistened on their faces and ran down their arms and legs. Clara changed
her legs to that of a cheetahs to keep them pumping. She didn't realise but she
was leaving Neal and Cleon far behind.
"HEY! SLOW DOWN CLARA!" Cleon bellowed
"CAN'T, SORRY! YOU HURRY UP!"
"We can't run as fast as you Clara!" shouted Neal. "How come shes so fast?
She's faster than Kel!"
"Wild Magic, young Daffodil! Her and her sister have it."
"That's where I saw her before. I served them at dinner last night,"
Clara stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. Was Neal talking about her?
About Clara? Why?
Clara turned around to hear what they said and she met 2 out of breath boys
with sweat soaked palace uniforms.
"We get beaten to near death every day and now you make us run at the speed of light!"
"I'm really sorry, but Daine needs help… and…I can't let… her down. She taught me all I know about my magic… and I'd hate to be the reason for her…her…" Clara
looked away; she didn't want to let Neal or Cleon see the tears that had trickled down her cheeks.
Neal found his feet and strided over to Clara.
"Hey, Don't cry Clara. We understand the worry that you're going through. You can stop crying now, 'cause
you're wetting my shirt! Please?"
Clara didn't realise that whilst she had been blubbering, Neal had brought her
into the circle of his arms! She had her head resting on his chest and her
tears had been soaking into his already damp shirt. Once she had realised this,
she jumped out of his arms before the boys realised that she was very, VERY
comfortable in his arms. So warm, so comfortable…DAINE!!
"C'mon! Daine's probably ripped all Alanna's hair out at the roots!"
"Just think of her with out the hair!"
All 3 of them decided to find healers as quick as possible. The though of a
bald lioness was more scary than one with hair.