Deminatza
Visitor
Tonight was a pleasant evening spent around a fire with new found acquaintances, listening to stories and songs, albeit bawdy, all while surrounded by a breathtaking landscape. Deminatza could not recall the last time she and Scar were able to be truly at ease amongst company. It was a foreign, yet most welcome notion.
The sound of coughing and a door closing from below interrupted her musings. She donned a robe and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and looked in on Scar. Noting that the disturbance failed to disturb his slumber, she made her way downstairs. There, she noticed a young man pouring himself a glass of water, perspiring slightly struggling to suppress his cough.
“Forgive my intrusion, milord. Might I offer thee aid?”
“Apologies, lady,” he managed between wheezing coughs, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I have not yet gone to bed,” Demi smiled reassuringly. “Please sit, I shall provide thee a remedy for the cough.” She gestured to the long table and did as he was bidden.
“Thank you lady.”
The healer made him a hot cup of tea consisting of ginger, lemon and honey and set it down in front of him. “Drink this. It should ease the coughing. Please drink all of its contents. I shall return momentarily.” It was not long before she returned with a handful of tree leaves.
The man sipped his tea and curiously watched the woman. His hand shook and he could not take his eyes away from her cream colored neck. After draining the cup of its nectar, he returned the cup on its saucer and rose to assist her by carrying the bowl of hot liquid and leaves to the table. As he sat back down, she instructed him to place his head over the bowl. As he did so, she covered his head and bowl with her shawl to trap the steam and told him to inhale deeply. “This should aid thee with the wheezing milord.”
After a few deep breaths, his wheezing eased. “That’s better, I think. Thank you”
Deminatza smiled. “I must return before my beloved wakes and wonders where I am. Continue to inhale until the water has cooled or until the wheezing has dissipated. I bid thee goodnight,” she bowed and returned to her apartment.
Is this the man Scar had spoke of earlier this e’en tide. Perhaps I shall venture to into town and purchase more herbs for him. She reached their bed chamber and carefully slid into bed and thought she succeeded in not waking Scar, however his words revealed her failure.
“Is all well,” Scar curiously inquired drowsily.
“Aye, milord. All is well. Sleep now,” Deminatza whispered as she settled herself with her back against his chest and felt the safety of his embrace, allowing sleep to overcome her.
The sound of coughing and a door closing from below interrupted her musings. She donned a robe and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and looked in on Scar. Noting that the disturbance failed to disturb his slumber, she made her way downstairs. There, she noticed a young man pouring himself a glass of water, perspiring slightly struggling to suppress his cough.
“Forgive my intrusion, milord. Might I offer thee aid?”
“Apologies, lady,” he managed between wheezing coughs, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I have not yet gone to bed,” Demi smiled reassuringly. “Please sit, I shall provide thee a remedy for the cough.” She gestured to the long table and did as he was bidden.
“Thank you lady.”
The healer made him a hot cup of tea consisting of ginger, lemon and honey and set it down in front of him. “Drink this. It should ease the coughing. Please drink all of its contents. I shall return momentarily.” It was not long before she returned with a handful of tree leaves.
The man sipped his tea and curiously watched the woman. His hand shook and he could not take his eyes away from her cream colored neck. After draining the cup of its nectar, he returned the cup on its saucer and rose to assist her by carrying the bowl of hot liquid and leaves to the table. As he sat back down, she instructed him to place his head over the bowl. As he did so, she covered his head and bowl with her shawl to trap the steam and told him to inhale deeply. “This should aid thee with the wheezing milord.”
After a few deep breaths, his wheezing eased. “That’s better, I think. Thank you”
Deminatza smiled. “I must return before my beloved wakes and wonders where I am. Continue to inhale until the water has cooled or until the wheezing has dissipated. I bid thee goodnight,” she bowed and returned to her apartment.
Is this the man Scar had spoke of earlier this e’en tide. Perhaps I shall venture to into town and purchase more herbs for him. She reached their bed chamber and carefully slid into bed and thought she succeeded in not waking Scar, however his words revealed her failure.
“Is all well,” Scar curiously inquired drowsily.
“Aye, milord. All is well. Sleep now,” Deminatza whispered as she settled herself with her back against his chest and felt the safety of his embrace, allowing sleep to overcome her.