Certainty had been upended for Megara. A new reality, where Nairn was alive and well and not buried or obliterated when Kirkwall fell. While there was still a great deal of residual anger and pain with his deception, there was a definite lightness in her being. Ruth had not taken it as well, not until Meg had revealed the hollo of Nairn’s “heart”. The two had sat for hours into the night pondering over possibilities, theories, Ruth promised to scour the Refectory for any other healing and engineering tomes and literature but it would take time. Time, Nairn may not have much left of.
She refused to give up hope. Sylaise too, urged her not to. Revas had consulted June, and while the soul lacked those parts of himself, Meg knew together they had the best chance.
Ruth remained in bed, despite the lateness of the morning. Meg had risen at her usual early hour, performing her usual household tasks before seeing to her outdoor ones. She’d met Revas while gathering some fresh tea leaves, inviting him back for tea and a spot of breakfast if he hadn’t eaten.
While the house was small, it suited the character of its owner perfectly. Various smells filled the air, freshly baked bread, the heavy scent of herbs and potions quietly brewing on the back stove. The living space was a cosy corner of two sofas with a scattering of cushions and blankets, warmed by the quaint fireplace. A table sat between the kitchen hub and the small nook, one end a mess of vials and different jars all relating in some way to the healing arts.
Meg was chatting while stirring the brewing pot of herbs as the knock came. Her brow furrowed slightly, [color=#008e02]“Funny. Not expecting more company.. Be right back.”[/color] Though it could be a messenger. Nairn had sent her notes, or little packages since their reunion, small gestures to reassure her he was fine and thinking of her.
When her eyes met the face of Alaric though she blinked. [color=#008e02]“Ric?”[/color] Her brain froze momentarily, hands suddenly reaching high up into the air, [color=#008e02]“Riccccccccyyyyyy!”[/color] The short healer leapt forwards in greeting, aiming to tackle as best she could regardless of his superior height. [color=#008e02]“You never said you were coming! Why’d everyone surprising the shit out of me these days!?”[/color]
She refused to give up hope. Sylaise too, urged her not to. Revas had consulted June, and while the soul lacked those parts of himself, Meg knew together they had the best chance.
Ruth remained in bed, despite the lateness of the morning. Meg had risen at her usual early hour, performing her usual household tasks before seeing to her outdoor ones. She’d met Revas while gathering some fresh tea leaves, inviting him back for tea and a spot of breakfast if he hadn’t eaten.
While the house was small, it suited the character of its owner perfectly. Various smells filled the air, freshly baked bread, the heavy scent of herbs and potions quietly brewing on the back stove. The living space was a cosy corner of two sofas with a scattering of cushions and blankets, warmed by the quaint fireplace. A table sat between the kitchen hub and the small nook, one end a mess of vials and different jars all relating in some way to the healing arts.
Meg was chatting while stirring the brewing pot of herbs as the knock came. Her brow furrowed slightly, [color=#008e02]“Funny. Not expecting more company.. Be right back.”[/color] Though it could be a messenger. Nairn had sent her notes, or little packages since their reunion, small gestures to reassure her he was fine and thinking of her.
When her eyes met the face of Alaric though she blinked. [color=#008e02]“Ric?”[/color] Her brain froze momentarily, hands suddenly reaching high up into the air, [color=#008e02]“Riccccccccyyyyyy!”[/color] The short healer leapt forwards in greeting, aiming to tackle as best she could regardless of his superior height. [color=#008e02]“You never said you were coming! Why’d everyone surprising the shit out of me these days!?”[/color]
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