NB. I'm making most of my information up. I know nothing about herbs that
will cure certain things, and in what country they grow in – I know that
Willowbark is in Australia but I don't know if it is anywhere else.
Temperature I measure in ° degrees Celsius.
Part 2. The Comment.
Marguerite paced the length of her room over and over again. She was still so mad at Roxton from earlier that afternoon.
"Why does he make me feel like that all the time?" Marguerite asked herself. She always felt weak at the knees whenever Roxton looked at her. Her heart skipped a beat whenever he gave her that cute half smile of his.
What Roxton had said in all actual fact really wasn't that bad but at the time it was all wrong. Marguerite had been in a vicious mood all morning. She felt awful and Roxton had rubbed her up the wrong way ending up with her losing it.
***
Marguerite had been sitting on the rocks beside the pond dangling her feet into the cool water. She was trying to relax but it wasn't working because of the constant interruptions. First it had been Veronica waking her up early as she searched for one of her misplaced knives. Then Malone had accused her of taking one of his quills.
Not wanting to see anyone else that morning Marguerite had taken herself down to the pond. The cool water was nice and she her leaned her head back against another rock. The day was heating up as summer rose its head announcing to the explorers that it was becoming the hot season.
"My my, don't we look cheery today?" Roxton had joked as he sauntered towards her.
Marguerite opened her eyes to glare at him. "Leave me alone Roxton". She said smoothly at him.
"It's nice to see you to". Roxton said to her.
Marguerite looked away from the handsome man standing beside her.
"There's some work for you to do when you come back to the treehouse". Roxton said lightly. "You won't break any nails".
That comment did not go down well with Marguerite who did not feel 100% in the first place.
"Go away Roxton". Marguerite yelled at him before leaping to her feet and walking away.
***
Marguerite stopped with her pacing and sat down on her bed. Wishing that she could turn back the time, she wished that she had not been so irrational that afternoon. Roxton had only been teasing her yet she'd completely flown off the deep end probably ruining their blossoming friendship forever.
Allowing herself to lie down onto her side Marguerite did something she had not done in a long time. Cry. Silently the tears streaked her cheeks. Before she could cry anymore she fell asleep.
~*~
That evening Veronica and Roxton set to organizing dinner. Since the weather had become hotter they liked to eat cold meals. Tonight's meal was going to be dried Raptor meat served with vegetables and fruit for desert. Challenger and Malone entered the kitchen looking somewhat disheveled.
"You added too much sulfur". Challenger was saying.
"I did not". Malone defended himself. "You handed me the spoon. You put the sulfur on the spoon".
"I asked you to check it". Challenger replied.
"I did. It was level". Malone washed up before handing the towel and soap to Challenger.
"I'll have to recheck all the measurements. I must have left one out somewhere". Challenger looked hungrily over at the food on the table then around at the explorers standing in the kitchen, noticing that they were one short.
"Where's Marguerite?" Malone asked voicing Challenger's thoughts.
Roxton was about to walk towards the lower level where the bedrooms were but Veronica held out an arm, halting him.
"I'll get her". Veronica said quietly.
The three men were sitting down at the table when Veronica reappeared without Marguerite.
"Marguerite not eating with us?" Challenger asked with raised eyebrows. It was common knowledge that the heiress liked her food and very rarely skipped meals.
"She says she's not feeling well". Veronica explained. "I'll take her down some later".
Roxton wondered if he'd really upset her that much that afternoon.
~*~
Part 2. The Comment.
Marguerite paced the length of her room over and over again. She was still so mad at Roxton from earlier that afternoon.
"Why does he make me feel like that all the time?" Marguerite asked herself. She always felt weak at the knees whenever Roxton looked at her. Her heart skipped a beat whenever he gave her that cute half smile of his.
What Roxton had said in all actual fact really wasn't that bad but at the time it was all wrong. Marguerite had been in a vicious mood all morning. She felt awful and Roxton had rubbed her up the wrong way ending up with her losing it.
***
Marguerite had been sitting on the rocks beside the pond dangling her feet into the cool water. She was trying to relax but it wasn't working because of the constant interruptions. First it had been Veronica waking her up early as she searched for one of her misplaced knives. Then Malone had accused her of taking one of his quills.
Not wanting to see anyone else that morning Marguerite had taken herself down to the pond. The cool water was nice and she her leaned her head back against another rock. The day was heating up as summer rose its head announcing to the explorers that it was becoming the hot season.
"My my, don't we look cheery today?" Roxton had joked as he sauntered towards her.
Marguerite opened her eyes to glare at him. "Leave me alone Roxton". She said smoothly at him.
"It's nice to see you to". Roxton said to her.
Marguerite looked away from the handsome man standing beside her.
"There's some work for you to do when you come back to the treehouse". Roxton said lightly. "You won't break any nails".
That comment did not go down well with Marguerite who did not feel 100% in the first place.
"Go away Roxton". Marguerite yelled at him before leaping to her feet and walking away.
***
Marguerite stopped with her pacing and sat down on her bed. Wishing that she could turn back the time, she wished that she had not been so irrational that afternoon. Roxton had only been teasing her yet she'd completely flown off the deep end probably ruining their blossoming friendship forever.
Allowing herself to lie down onto her side Marguerite did something she had not done in a long time. Cry. Silently the tears streaked her cheeks. Before she could cry anymore she fell asleep.
~*~
That evening Veronica and Roxton set to organizing dinner. Since the weather had become hotter they liked to eat cold meals. Tonight's meal was going to be dried Raptor meat served with vegetables and fruit for desert. Challenger and Malone entered the kitchen looking somewhat disheveled.
"You added too much sulfur". Challenger was saying.
"I did not". Malone defended himself. "You handed me the spoon. You put the sulfur on the spoon".
"I asked you to check it". Challenger replied.
"I did. It was level". Malone washed up before handing the towel and soap to Challenger.
"I'll have to recheck all the measurements. I must have left one out somewhere". Challenger looked hungrily over at the food on the table then around at the explorers standing in the kitchen, noticing that they were one short.
"Where's Marguerite?" Malone asked voicing Challenger's thoughts.
Roxton was about to walk towards the lower level where the bedrooms were but Veronica held out an arm, halting him.
"I'll get her". Veronica said quietly.
The three men were sitting down at the table when Veronica reappeared without Marguerite.
"Marguerite not eating with us?" Challenger asked with raised eyebrows. It was common knowledge that the heiress liked her food and very rarely skipped meals.
"She says she's not feeling well". Veronica explained. "I'll take her down some later".
Roxton wondered if he'd really upset her that much that afternoon.
~*~