"Here dearie, it'll help ease the pain."
Deminia was lying down upon her scared, sore back with her swollen eyes shut tight to block out the bright light that engulfed her. She no longer felt the same excruciating pain as she did before, but was sore none the less. Her eyelids felt heavy as she attempted to open them to the warm voice that stirred her from her not so peaceful sleep.
For awhile everything was hazy like a thick fog that seemed to just settle within Deminia's sight. As her eyes shifted everything seemed to spin wildly in her head. To keep from becoming ill, she closed her eyes once more. It was like she was heavily intoxicated.even though she knew she could not have possibly taken in any liquor.
"Look at you, poor thing. Beaten to a pulp.I don't care who ye are, those hoodlum soldiers 'ad no right to treat you as Master Auri said they did." The voice chimed out again while Deminia felt a tightening pressure on her forehead.
Deminia opened her eyes once again and strained them at the figure hovering over her. At first it was a cloudy, gray figure that resembled a haunting spectre looming over its next victim. But then the figures outline sharpened and took on a humanoid appearance with a plump, wrinkly face that set off a pair of two beady eyes and a gimpy smile. Deminia moaned and cringed at its hideousness.
"Well mornin! Come now child, sit up." The old lady encouraged as she propped up Deminia's head with pillows as hard as stone. Deminia squirmed around on the pillow for a little while before giving up on finding a comfortable position. 'They sleep on pillows of down while I sleep on bricks just because they think I am insignificant.' Deminia thought as she stared up at the carved marble ceiling and cursed under her breath.
"Here, I missed a laceration on your arm. Let me help you." The old woman said again as she began to wrap Deminia's arm with a thin, cream colored piece of cloth. Deminia slapped the old woman's hand away forcefully as it neared her skin.
"Get your filthy human scum away from me!" Deminia attempted to shout in her now raspy, Teir'Dal accent. The old lady rolled her beady eyes and went in for another attempt before the two girls were disrupted.
The curtain closing off view in one of the many marble arch ways was pulled back as Aurion stepped through still half clad in his armor. His happy face still annoyed Deminia a great deal a long with his blazing red helmet hair. 'Does he not understand how ridiculous he looks?' Deminia thought to herself as she sneered at his unwelcome arrival.
"Well welcome back to Norrath sleepy head!" Aurion laughed as he wiped beads of sweat off his forehead with his loose, cream colored shirt.
"Get away from me you pasty piece of." Deminia began to scowl as Aurion sat himself down in a chair next to Deminia's couch-like bed.
"I see you have already met Pana Dear!" he interrupted as he nodded his head in the direction of the old lady who was still sitting on Deminia's bed.
"I don't care who it is, but can you please move it?" she snapped back after being rudely cut off before.
Aurion gulped then looked over at Pana Dear with a sincere apology written on his face as Pana Dear stood and curtseyed before Aurion.
"She's a friendly one." She chuckled before exiting through Aurions entrance.
The two sat there in awkward silence for a good period of time once Pana Dear had left the room. Deminia continued to stare Aurion down and snarl at him while Aurion bit his lower lip and panned the room with his handsome gray eyes.
"I.uh.hope you like this room because it's the only one we could really keep you in. I apologize if it's not the most comfortable place you've ever been in; but it's the best I could do. I'm sure a woman of your stature had a much nicer place than this back in Neriak." Aurion sputtered still keeping his gaze away from Deminia's evil glare.
She rolled her sore eyes and lifted her chain arms up to her chest and crossed them tightly. She knew this place was much better than the hell she was forced to live in before, but she hated this place more. It was so clean and happy...it annoyed the hell out of her.
"I might as well have lived in a cubby hole.. But I'd rather live in a cubby hole than hide away in luxury to avoid the truth of life." She sputtered back at the nervous Aurion. He didn't really quite know how to answer her comment; Deminia could tell by the lost look on his face.
"Doesn't sound like a very nice place for a noble to grow up. I bet the Necromancers have quite the magnificent estates that they hide from the rest of you like they do everything else." Aurion mumbled as he stood and proceeded over to a small glass table that held a bread tray and a bottle of wine with small goblets to go along with. He poured the golden liquid into the miniature goblet and turned back to Deminia in mid sip only to be hit in the face with Deminia's stone-hard pillow that was thrown in anger.
"Leave the Necromancers out of this you insignificant ass hole! Their quarters are the same size as ours. Don't even start saying anything about my people because you know nothing of our way of life or anything! I think I would know a little more about my people than a Pasty would!" Deminia screamed at the started Aurion. His goblet shattered in his hand and lacerated his pale skin on his palm. Immediately he lifted the satin table cloth to his hand and cringed as it rubbed wrong against his wounds.
"I may not know much but I do know that the Necromancers have the rest of you running around doing their bidding like helpless puppets making your pitiful excuse for a government a mess! My people's way of.." He began to shout back at her before she interrupted his beginning to be hurtful comment.
"The Necromancer's have us running around like helpless puppets, huh? You ignorant moron have you looked at your stupid king lately? You and the rest of your ugly kind march from here to who knows where on some kind of escapade to grab him nothing more than a loaf of bread. They keep our government as stable as it can possibly be under the will of Innoruuk, you idiot. Our government is probably more stable than your monarchy, so don't you dare say that your government is better than mine because the truth is going to hit you sooner or later that it's not. My people are just as good as yours in every way, shape, and form! You're not perfect..none of you are.but because you think you are is the reason races all over Norrath would love to see you all die."
Aurion paused in shock as she spat those meaningful words out of her scared mouth. The fury in her eyes captivated Aurion and sent him into a trance that forced everyone of those words to sink into his very soul against his own will. He knew times like these would happen during this entire process, but he never prepared himself for it.
"I never said my government was better than yours.nor did I say I thought my people were better than yours." He began in a softer and much gentler voice than before.
Deminia sighed in frustration and turned herself away from his hideous image and began starring out the window while thinking thoughts of hatred and anger. 'He's too ignorant to understand..' she thought before she began to speak.
"But you think it..you know you do. Every one of your people does. Now get the hell out of my prison..I'm tired of your filth being in my presence."
Aurion stormed over to the entry way and paused for a second as he placed his bleeding hand upon the stone archway. This entire project seemed so impossible to him now..but for Maylia he could not give up. She understood..and he soon would too.
"D91714," Aurion began, "I know you may not think I know, but I do. There's a lot about your people that you do not know about and I do. I just hope you will allow me the breath to show you."
Deminia's mind began to become at ease as it did those few nights before. Something in Aurions voice intrigued her right then and told her he was correct. As she thought about it all, there was a little about her people that seemed quite sketchy.but she was afraid to question it..until now.
Deminia was lying down upon her scared, sore back with her swollen eyes shut tight to block out the bright light that engulfed her. She no longer felt the same excruciating pain as she did before, but was sore none the less. Her eyelids felt heavy as she attempted to open them to the warm voice that stirred her from her not so peaceful sleep.
For awhile everything was hazy like a thick fog that seemed to just settle within Deminia's sight. As her eyes shifted everything seemed to spin wildly in her head. To keep from becoming ill, she closed her eyes once more. It was like she was heavily intoxicated.even though she knew she could not have possibly taken in any liquor.
"Look at you, poor thing. Beaten to a pulp.I don't care who ye are, those hoodlum soldiers 'ad no right to treat you as Master Auri said they did." The voice chimed out again while Deminia felt a tightening pressure on her forehead.
Deminia opened her eyes once again and strained them at the figure hovering over her. At first it was a cloudy, gray figure that resembled a haunting spectre looming over its next victim. But then the figures outline sharpened and took on a humanoid appearance with a plump, wrinkly face that set off a pair of two beady eyes and a gimpy smile. Deminia moaned and cringed at its hideousness.
"Well mornin! Come now child, sit up." The old lady encouraged as she propped up Deminia's head with pillows as hard as stone. Deminia squirmed around on the pillow for a little while before giving up on finding a comfortable position. 'They sleep on pillows of down while I sleep on bricks just because they think I am insignificant.' Deminia thought as she stared up at the carved marble ceiling and cursed under her breath.
"Here, I missed a laceration on your arm. Let me help you." The old woman said again as she began to wrap Deminia's arm with a thin, cream colored piece of cloth. Deminia slapped the old woman's hand away forcefully as it neared her skin.
"Get your filthy human scum away from me!" Deminia attempted to shout in her now raspy, Teir'Dal accent. The old lady rolled her beady eyes and went in for another attempt before the two girls were disrupted.
The curtain closing off view in one of the many marble arch ways was pulled back as Aurion stepped through still half clad in his armor. His happy face still annoyed Deminia a great deal a long with his blazing red helmet hair. 'Does he not understand how ridiculous he looks?' Deminia thought to herself as she sneered at his unwelcome arrival.
"Well welcome back to Norrath sleepy head!" Aurion laughed as he wiped beads of sweat off his forehead with his loose, cream colored shirt.
"Get away from me you pasty piece of." Deminia began to scowl as Aurion sat himself down in a chair next to Deminia's couch-like bed.
"I see you have already met Pana Dear!" he interrupted as he nodded his head in the direction of the old lady who was still sitting on Deminia's bed.
"I don't care who it is, but can you please move it?" she snapped back after being rudely cut off before.
Aurion gulped then looked over at Pana Dear with a sincere apology written on his face as Pana Dear stood and curtseyed before Aurion.
"She's a friendly one." She chuckled before exiting through Aurions entrance.
The two sat there in awkward silence for a good period of time once Pana Dear had left the room. Deminia continued to stare Aurion down and snarl at him while Aurion bit his lower lip and panned the room with his handsome gray eyes.
"I.uh.hope you like this room because it's the only one we could really keep you in. I apologize if it's not the most comfortable place you've ever been in; but it's the best I could do. I'm sure a woman of your stature had a much nicer place than this back in Neriak." Aurion sputtered still keeping his gaze away from Deminia's evil glare.
She rolled her sore eyes and lifted her chain arms up to her chest and crossed them tightly. She knew this place was much better than the hell she was forced to live in before, but she hated this place more. It was so clean and happy...it annoyed the hell out of her.
"I might as well have lived in a cubby hole.. But I'd rather live in a cubby hole than hide away in luxury to avoid the truth of life." She sputtered back at the nervous Aurion. He didn't really quite know how to answer her comment; Deminia could tell by the lost look on his face.
"Doesn't sound like a very nice place for a noble to grow up. I bet the Necromancers have quite the magnificent estates that they hide from the rest of you like they do everything else." Aurion mumbled as he stood and proceeded over to a small glass table that held a bread tray and a bottle of wine with small goblets to go along with. He poured the golden liquid into the miniature goblet and turned back to Deminia in mid sip only to be hit in the face with Deminia's stone-hard pillow that was thrown in anger.
"Leave the Necromancers out of this you insignificant ass hole! Their quarters are the same size as ours. Don't even start saying anything about my people because you know nothing of our way of life or anything! I think I would know a little more about my people than a Pasty would!" Deminia screamed at the started Aurion. His goblet shattered in his hand and lacerated his pale skin on his palm. Immediately he lifted the satin table cloth to his hand and cringed as it rubbed wrong against his wounds.
"I may not know much but I do know that the Necromancers have the rest of you running around doing their bidding like helpless puppets making your pitiful excuse for a government a mess! My people's way of.." He began to shout back at her before she interrupted his beginning to be hurtful comment.
"The Necromancer's have us running around like helpless puppets, huh? You ignorant moron have you looked at your stupid king lately? You and the rest of your ugly kind march from here to who knows where on some kind of escapade to grab him nothing more than a loaf of bread. They keep our government as stable as it can possibly be under the will of Innoruuk, you idiot. Our government is probably more stable than your monarchy, so don't you dare say that your government is better than mine because the truth is going to hit you sooner or later that it's not. My people are just as good as yours in every way, shape, and form! You're not perfect..none of you are.but because you think you are is the reason races all over Norrath would love to see you all die."
Aurion paused in shock as she spat those meaningful words out of her scared mouth. The fury in her eyes captivated Aurion and sent him into a trance that forced everyone of those words to sink into his very soul against his own will. He knew times like these would happen during this entire process, but he never prepared himself for it.
"I never said my government was better than yours.nor did I say I thought my people were better than yours." He began in a softer and much gentler voice than before.
Deminia sighed in frustration and turned herself away from his hideous image and began starring out the window while thinking thoughts of hatred and anger. 'He's too ignorant to understand..' she thought before she began to speak.
"But you think it..you know you do. Every one of your people does. Now get the hell out of my prison..I'm tired of your filth being in my presence."
Aurion stormed over to the entry way and paused for a second as he placed his bleeding hand upon the stone archway. This entire project seemed so impossible to him now..but for Maylia he could not give up. She understood..and he soon would too.
"D91714," Aurion began, "I know you may not think I know, but I do. There's a lot about your people that you do not know about and I do. I just hope you will allow me the breath to show you."
Deminia's mind began to become at ease as it did those few nights before. Something in Aurions voice intrigued her right then and told her he was correct. As she thought about it all, there was a little about her people that seemed quite sketchy.but she was afraid to question it..until now.