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Post by reyarpg on Jan 18, 2021 12:21:56 GMT -6
Communication, and lack thereof, was the root source of ninety percent of Edenne's problems right about now.
The mare laid haphazardly on the floor, the room spinning around her as she saw stars. That did nothing but worsen the headache pounding behind her eyes and the nausea tearing at her stomach. Blankets were sprawled carelessly around her spindly frame, and she found herself unable to move even if she wanted. She didn't. The marble flooring, however, was giving her desire to at least attempt.
A weak groan escaped her as she tried to gather her hooves about her. The fabric under her easily caught and she got only a few inches up before she was sent right back down. A loud 'oof!' involuntarily tumbled out of her mouth and she found herself once again caught in a tangle of blankets and her own long mane. This did nothing to lessen the headache.
The night before, Edenne's old whipping scars had been acting up. More specifically, they were aching. The usual pain medicine was doing nothing for them, something that was typical but definitely undesired. While Rosa was sleeping she slipped away into the night to try to find something more arcane that might solve the issue. However, with access to very few shards or reliable sources, it only made sense that the potion that Edenne got her hooves on ended up being bunk.
At least she wasn't focused on her scar pain, right?
Alas, she knew that she would likely be late to her meeting with Rosalba, if she hadn't already slept through it. Any minute now, she was sure someone would be sent to fetch her, if not Rosalba herself. Edenne resigned herself to whatever biting commentary Rosa would subject her to. Ignacio only knew she likely deserved it. Another whine escaped her as she closed her eyes, trying to shut out the blaring light that belted through a nearby open window.
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 21, 2021 20:08:22 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
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As far back as Rosalba could ever remember, Edenne had never been late.
Not of her own volition, at least. Things happened outside her control, but it was rare enough that Edenne not arriving early had the first prickles of unease sinking into her spine. Her presence was not necessary enough for Rosalba to hold off on her own meeting to wait for her, but there was an empty place in her office. She went through the motions, took down her own notes herself and tried not to feel irritable or worse, worried, and the meeting went seamlessly.
She’d put the noble she’d met with out of her mind the instant she left her office, leaving all thoughts of the meeting behind her as she strode down the halls of her manor, Finn peeling away from watching the door to quietly shadow her.
She paused only briefly in her march to inquire to a passing by servile if they’d seen Edenne, and they admitted they hadn’t seen her at all today, a fact Rosalba tried not to be alarmed by. It was past noon by now- even if she wasn’t at her side, Edenne was always out and about the manor by now, whether she was doing her chores or her training. Everyone’s routines were carefully mapped out- normally Rosalba was aware of where her inner circle of slaves were at any time, and at least one was usually with her.
Finn was due for his own routines, but he followed along quietly, not leaving Rosalba to check on Edenne on her own- a fact she appreciated in silence, and made it known with a small nod to him when they came to a halt outside Edenne's’s door.
She didn’t bother knocking, opening the door with a flash of teke and stepping in.
“Edenne, for your sake you had better be dead or dying.” She snipped, casting a glance to the unmade, empty bed- another sight that sent something like a thrill of fear shooting up her spine. She paused, turning her head- eyes alighting on an unmoving bundle near the window.
“Call a doctor.” She said sharply, and heard Finn’s quick footsteps retreating.
For a few moments, she didn’t move, standing frozen in the doorway as she swallowed past the sudden frantic bearing of her heart. It was just one of her slaves. If she’d done something to herself, Rosalba would have to go through the trouble of replacing her, and that would be… inconvenient.
That was all she was feeling, certainly. Inconvenienced.
She stepped gingerly closer, gaze snapping to the minute movements of Edenne’s side, proving she was at least still breathing.
Rosalba exhaled, teke glowing as she gently tugged the blankets from over Edenne’s form. They were tangled around her thin legs, like she had been thrashing, or writhing, and were damp with sweat. She tried not to wrinkle her nose at them and failed, tossing them to the side.
“Edenne. What on Kaia’s green earth have you done to yourself?” The words held no small amount of bite, but were spoken gently, as if she couldn’t stop herself from lowering her voice.
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 28, 2021 19:12:31 GMT -6
To be honest, Edenne was nearly back to sleep. Well, nearly was a relative term. She had almost convinced her head that it was willing to ignore the headache to consider drowsiness. However, the door bursting open - and Rosa announcing, quite loudly, she should be dead for her own sake - jarred her enough to open her eyes. Groggily, she attempted to lift her head, but in that limited amount of time the sheets were already twisted around her. All that managed to do was jerk her head and pull her hair - which wasn't particularly desensitized - and she let out another pathetic noise.
Call a doctor, she heard Rosa urge an unseen third party, and Edenne vaguely registered the sound of hooves cantering off to do just that. She wished she could say it was nothing serious - that everything was fine - but she knew Rosa. This would not be a small thing. Nor was her headache particularly small, either.
The blankets were finally lifted off of Edenne's form and she couldn't help but catch the disgusted look on Rosa's features as her teke was forced to disgrace itself with Edenne's sweaty blankets. Great. Edenne almost felt embarrassed. Nope, definitely felt embarrassed. Rosa's words were definitely biting, but Edenne didn't blame her. She was used to Rosa's thorns, by now.
"Nnng..." Edenne didn't have the energy to speak to her yet. Besides, she wasn't sure she wanted to tell her, exactly, what she had done to herself. The thought of admitting to Rosa what actually happened, for whatever reason, frightened her. She kept her mouth shut, for now, looking up at her with big, sad, pathetic blue eyes.
"Head hurts...." She grumbled as another twinge wracked her head and she closed her eyes, pulling a hoof over herself.
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 28, 2021 19:40:07 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
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The soft, pathetic sound Edenne made when the blankets were removed gave her brief pause, teke in Edenne’s hair as if she might soothe the brief sting away, before she released her with a soft huff.
“If this is a hangover from your cheap, hoof varnish cocktails I keep telling you are poison I am going to have your allowance canceled.” She said tartly, even as her teke glowed and pulled the curtains to the window shut. She repeated the motion, closing each window until the room was only lit by the light from the hallway, the dim glow through the thick curtains.
And then she closed the door most of the way, casting the room into shadow.
She had half a mind to rip the curtains out and let Edenne feel the sting of the Smouldering Sun for her irresponsibility, but the look she’d given her before covering her eyes lingered in her mind.
Edenne rarely looked so pathetic. Even when she’d come back from the Dark District, she had not looked so miserable.
Something was wrong, and she had a niggling feeling it wasn’t the pedestrian, cheap alcohol she insisted on drinking.
She stepped carefully, having been a frequent migraine victim and aware of what the sound of hooves felt like- like hammers dropped one by one on her skull. She moved through the darkened room, quickly locating candles and lighting a few, their gentle glow helping to see better without searing Edenne’s eyes, hopefully.
“Tell me it’s not contagious.” She spoke softly, striking a match. Her words were almost lost in the rasp of the tinderbox.
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 28, 2021 20:04:25 GMT -6
The comfort from Rosa's teke was most certainly felt, and Edenne leaned into the motion slightly. She couldn't fight the pained, though affectionate, smile that crossed her features at Rosa inquiring if this was a hangover. She couldn't help but jab at her taste in wine, eh? She was grateful as the light in the room went away and was replaced with darkness. That was... much better. She slowly, but surely, opened her eyes and looked up at Rosa in the darkness.
"It's not...." She groaned. Oof. Talking just made the headache hurt from the inside out. Not a good idea, not a good idea. She lowered her volume, managing to croak out in a raspy tone, "It's not a...hangover."
She groaned again, flopping onto her side a bit more and letting her long, spindly legs stretch out. Her hair was an absolute tangled mess and she was all but swimming in it. She felt like shit, honestly. The sound of Rosa's hooves still felt like needles jabbing against her skull, but she could tell Rosa was making an effort to be quiet.
The effort was more than appreciated.
Tell me it's not contagious, Rosa's voice was soft and Edenne shook her head, almost guiltily. She hadn't wanted nor meant to make Rosa worry. That was the whole point of this; she didn't want her to know the truth. She didn't know what Rosalba would do if Edenne confided in the pains that sometimes kept her up at night. Rosalba didn't need that added stress.
"S'not contagious." Edenne's voice came out softly, too. Both for her own sake, and because she didn't want to upset Rosa further. "Promise." Just a bad potion, though she wouldn't dare admit that. Then she'd have to admit she went outside the mansion walls during the night...behind Rosa's back...and got something that honestly was pretty shifty.
The thought mortified her.
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