You Look Like You've Seen A Ghost (Moriel, Cassair)[FIN]
Jun 5, 2015 16:24:54 GMT
Post by Nalytia on Jun 5, 2015 16:24:54 GMT
Four weeks.
The whole event had happened and blown over in four weeks, though the actual recovery process took a little less than three. Moriel stood in the shop, moving bottles from a box to her side and onto the shelves. Today was one of the first days she had finally managed to get back onto her feet and move around freely on her own; the only reason she was working in there now was because she couldn't stand laying around doing nothing in that bed any longer. She had to get up, get back to working, keep moving to keep her mind from getting stuck on any one thought for too long. And since Mae wasn't really letting her go anywhere beside the shop and her own home...
Still, she was weak and she knew it. The poison from the initial attack, though it was mostly cleared from her system, had still managed to do enough of a number on her in the short time it was in her body that even a task as simple as stocking the shelves was tiring her arms. She sighed, putting another bottle on the shelf and pausing to give herself a rest. She glanced towards the door to the back room, wondering if Maera was still working away in the basement. She had worried so much over Moriel in the past bundle of weeks she had decided to move in with her and look over her for every second of every day. It was almost suffocating, but also a relief to know that she cared for her so much.... It was nice to know that anyone did. As it was, Maera was the only one who had been visiting her regularly; Iollan came almost every day in the beginning, but only to find out what had happened. Once he did, he stopped visiting all-together and Moriel hadn't seen him since. Galaeron.... He was the first person she saw when she finally woke up... He brought her a gift and everything, and still, she treated him so badly... She hasn't seen him since that first day. Even after she managed to start walking around and see some townsfolk, the only thing they gave her were looks and cold shoulders; word must have spread fast about what she tried to do to herself. A weak move in a town of people who judge others based off of power.
Moriel absent-mindedly rose a hand to her chest, over just one of the three still-sore scars she had gotten from the attack itself. A constant reminder that she had let her mind wander too far, let her hopes fall too low... She shook her head quickly; no, she had to keep those thoughts at bay. Now was the time to focus on work, and nothing more. She quickly finished unloading the box onto the shelf, bringing the empty container into the back room. Focus on work and nothing more....
The whole event had happened and blown over in four weeks, though the actual recovery process took a little less than three. Moriel stood in the shop, moving bottles from a box to her side and onto the shelves. Today was one of the first days she had finally managed to get back onto her feet and move around freely on her own; the only reason she was working in there now was because she couldn't stand laying around doing nothing in that bed any longer. She had to get up, get back to working, keep moving to keep her mind from getting stuck on any one thought for too long. And since Mae wasn't really letting her go anywhere beside the shop and her own home...
Still, she was weak and she knew it. The poison from the initial attack, though it was mostly cleared from her system, had still managed to do enough of a number on her in the short time it was in her body that even a task as simple as stocking the shelves was tiring her arms. She sighed, putting another bottle on the shelf and pausing to give herself a rest. She glanced towards the door to the back room, wondering if Maera was still working away in the basement. She had worried so much over Moriel in the past bundle of weeks she had decided to move in with her and look over her for every second of every day. It was almost suffocating, but also a relief to know that she cared for her so much.... It was nice to know that anyone did. As it was, Maera was the only one who had been visiting her regularly; Iollan came almost every day in the beginning, but only to find out what had happened. Once he did, he stopped visiting all-together and Moriel hadn't seen him since. Galaeron.... He was the first person she saw when she finally woke up... He brought her a gift and everything, and still, she treated him so badly... She hasn't seen him since that first day. Even after she managed to start walking around and see some townsfolk, the only thing they gave her were looks and cold shoulders; word must have spread fast about what she tried to do to herself. A weak move in a town of people who judge others based off of power.
Moriel absent-mindedly rose a hand to her chest, over just one of the three still-sore scars she had gotten from the attack itself. A constant reminder that she had let her mind wander too far, let her hopes fall too low... She shook her head quickly; no, she had to keep those thoughts at bay. Now was the time to focus on work, and nothing more. She quickly finished unloading the box onto the shelf, bringing the empty container into the back room. Focus on work and nothing more....