Alanna of Trebond (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the_lioness) wrote2005-11-04 09:07 am
the_lioness) wrote2005-11-04 09:07 am
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"At least he will not kill me. He can not. I can take solace in the fact that he needs me alive for whatever reason. If I die, so does my Gift." Alanna's voice sounds shaky even to her own ears. Jerking on the laces of her boots with far more force than necessary, she scowls.
Myles and Thea are curled up at the foot of her bed, watching their mistress in the freestanding mirror as she has a conversation with herself. Myles yawns and lifts one paw, twitching a bit before dropping it unceremoniously on Thea's hindquarters.
It's such a refreshingly normal scene that Alanna almost smiles.
"Oh, how I miss Faithful. If he lived, he would be cursing me for the headstrong fool I know I can be, but at least I'd have him here." She swallows, finishing with her boots and pulling on a sweater. The hood gets stuck on her hair, but she decides to leave it there. The less people to notice her whereabouts today, the better.
It had been yet another restless night; she knows she will likely sleep the day away no matter what, so the hours between dusk and dawn had been devoted to pacing, swearing and thinking. There isn't anything others could say that she hasn't already said to herself. She had retraced the dreams and Roger's actions in her mind time and time again, focusing on the box and the figures, trying to maintain a clear mental image. Whenever she made the mistake of thinking about the three people in danger, she either punched the wall or collapsed to the ground, too unnerved even to cry.
Alanna lifts her sword, pulling the weapon halfway out of its sheath and testing the edge. No matter how many times she tells Jon and the others that evidence proves she can handle Roger, she knows it is different this time.
But so is she.
Buckling the sword belt around her hips, she turns and bows to the cats. Thea eyes Alanna lazily before dropping her head to the bedspread and sinking into sleep once more.
"Until later, then. Enjoy your nap, and do not begrudge me mine when I return. The faster I recover, the faster I can figure out how to best him." Her fingers grip the door frame, foot hovering in mid air.
Take a deep breath, square your shoulders and hold your head up high. He is only a man, and you are a knight.
Running her fingers through her hair, she nods and makes herself move, leaving the front door unlocked so she does not have to fumble for her keys upon her return.
Myles and Thea are curled up at the foot of her bed, watching their mistress in the freestanding mirror as she has a conversation with herself. Myles yawns and lifts one paw, twitching a bit before dropping it unceremoniously on Thea's hindquarters.
It's such a refreshingly normal scene that Alanna almost smiles.
"Oh, how I miss Faithful. If he lived, he would be cursing me for the headstrong fool I know I can be, but at least I'd have him here." She swallows, finishing with her boots and pulling on a sweater. The hood gets stuck on her hair, but she decides to leave it there. The less people to notice her whereabouts today, the better.
It had been yet another restless night; she knows she will likely sleep the day away no matter what, so the hours between dusk and dawn had been devoted to pacing, swearing and thinking. There isn't anything others could say that she hasn't already said to herself. She had retraced the dreams and Roger's actions in her mind time and time again, focusing on the box and the figures, trying to maintain a clear mental image. Whenever she made the mistake of thinking about the three people in danger, she either punched the wall or collapsed to the ground, too unnerved even to cry.
Alanna lifts her sword, pulling the weapon halfway out of its sheath and testing the edge. No matter how many times she tells Jon and the others that evidence proves she can handle Roger, she knows it is different this time.
But so is she.
Buckling the sword belt around her hips, she turns and bows to the cats. Thea eyes Alanna lazily before dropping her head to the bedspread and sinking into sleep once more.
"Until later, then. Enjoy your nap, and do not begrudge me mine when I return. The faster I recover, the faster I can figure out how to best him." Her fingers grip the door frame, foot hovering in mid air.
Take a deep breath, square your shoulders and hold your head up high. He is only a man, and you are a knight.
Running her fingers through her hair, she nods and makes herself move, leaving the front door unlocked so she does not have to fumble for her keys upon her return.