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Sorry this took so long.
And...it wasn't a dog that destroyed me book...it was my sister...
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It was three days before Devon was able to train again; even so she had to go slow at first. After all it wasn't just that she was tired.
Her hands where scarred.
But it didn't look like a scar. Ragged blood red lines started on either side of her Upper wrists and twined about her wrists, hand around her fingers and met into her palms.
She wasn't even fully recovered before fever broke out in the city. Mr. and Mrs. Banner themselves stayed healthy but their 10 sons fell ill within days of each other. Many other school children fell ill as well. Devon was spared as where Noah, Beth and their trainers.
It was a hot afternoon, 4 days after the fever, or the sweating sickness, broke out that Devon went to see the Banners.
It was Hyacinth who opened the door. As Devon had learned Hyacinth was Mrs. Banner's only daughter, and that she had 5 brothers older than her and 5 younger.
Poor Hyacinth was as pale as a ghost. Which was worrisome sense she was so white naturally. Devon had often wondered where Hyacinth's feature's came from. Tall and thin where her mother was short and plump, pale as a ghost and a dark haired as a raven where her father was tanned and blonde.
The explanation.
Mrs. Banner died her hair to hide the gray that showed so well in black hair.
Mr. Banner had given his daughter height.
She had her mother's gray eyes, rounded face, delicate nose and broad smile.
She was pale but so, apparently, where 3 of her father's siblings.
Hya, as she liked to be called, was also quiet where he mother and father where loud, logical where her parents weren't, and loved to sew when her mother could barley stitch, proof was seen in the shirts she'd been mending.
One way or another Hya was out of place at home and often faded behind her 10 brothers.
But now Hya was the only one healthy.
"You okay Hya?"
"I'm fine Devy."
"You look sick. You aren't falling ill too are you?"
"No. I just haven't slept well."
"Will you come to the palace with me. If your parents can spare you? I haven't heard from Alan in a while. I want to make sure he's okay."
"Sure. Just let me get my boots."
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When Hya and Devon arrived at the palace chaos had ensued. The prince had fallen ill. After much inquiry they discovered 'page Alan' was with him.
Heading off towards the rooms where the Prince was Hya asked Devon.
"Isn't it odd? The queen was always so weak but the healer said she's healthier than she's been in years."
"Yes" Devon muttered, running her finger over the red lines on her left wrist. "Very odd"
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Sorry this took so long.
And...it wasn't a dog that destroyed me book...it was my sister...
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It was three days before Devon was able to train again; even so she had to go slow at first. After all it wasn't just that she was tired.
Her hands where scarred.
But it didn't look like a scar. Ragged blood red lines started on either side of her Upper wrists and twined about her wrists, hand around her fingers and met into her palms.
She wasn't even fully recovered before fever broke out in the city. Mr. and Mrs. Banner themselves stayed healthy but their 10 sons fell ill within days of each other. Many other school children fell ill as well. Devon was spared as where Noah, Beth and their trainers.
It was a hot afternoon, 4 days after the fever, or the sweating sickness, broke out that Devon went to see the Banners.
It was Hyacinth who opened the door. As Devon had learned Hyacinth was Mrs. Banner's only daughter, and that she had 5 brothers older than her and 5 younger.
Poor Hyacinth was as pale as a ghost. Which was worrisome sense she was so white naturally. Devon had often wondered where Hyacinth's feature's came from. Tall and thin where her mother was short and plump, pale as a ghost and a dark haired as a raven where her father was tanned and blonde.
The explanation.
Mrs. Banner died her hair to hide the gray that showed so well in black hair.
Mr. Banner had given his daughter height.
She had her mother's gray eyes, rounded face, delicate nose and broad smile.
She was pale but so, apparently, where 3 of her father's siblings.
Hya, as she liked to be called, was also quiet where he mother and father where loud, logical where her parents weren't, and loved to sew when her mother could barley stitch, proof was seen in the shirts she'd been mending.
One way or another Hya was out of place at home and often faded behind her 10 brothers.
But now Hya was the only one healthy.
"You okay Hya?"
"I'm fine Devy."
"You look sick. You aren't falling ill too are you?"
"No. I just haven't slept well."
"Will you come to the palace with me. If your parents can spare you? I haven't heard from Alan in a while. I want to make sure he's okay."
"Sure. Just let me get my boots."
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When Hya and Devon arrived at the palace chaos had ensued. The prince had fallen ill. After much inquiry they discovered 'page Alan' was with him.
Heading off towards the rooms where the Prince was Hya asked Devon.
"Isn't it odd? The queen was always so weak but the healer said she's healthier than she's been in years."
"Yes" Devon muttered, running her finger over the red lines on her left wrist. "Very odd"