Even recluses have their mean streaks [Fox]
05-25-2014, 08:31 PM
Within her sickness, there were good days and there were bad. Her mother was frantic of course, always dashing in and out to see how she felt. Val wondered if she had ever seen a sickness before, the way she had been behaving. It was terrible, though. The young girl had never experienced pain like this, and even though she told herself it was getting easier, that she was stronger... She wasn't always so sure. You're the heir, she told herself in a fierce, if weak, voice. You've gotta be stronger than this, so you can lead one day, like Mother. She grit her teeth against a wave of fever chills. Her poor body ached everywhere and she was so hungry, but nothing wanted to stay down. A sudden voice broke in on the space, one so unexpected she wondered if perhaps she had misheard. But, no, surely she was not mistaken. It might be another hallucination... She steeled herself and took a deep breath. "Hey Kassander," she said in a hoarse, raspy tone. It was hard to enunciate, or to speak without slurring her words. "Come on in." The healers said this disease spread in some strange way, they weren't sure why some were infected and some were not. She hoped Kassander would be okay, because she was too curious to turn the boy away. What could her brother possibly want? "Talk" "You" Think |