Baby Steps and Morning Breath

*Raisa* · 11-01-2014, 12:14 PM

She was... making progress. Simple sounds were returning to her after long hours of practice and pestering Koros. At first every time she would attempt to vocalize the fear would return, the anxiety. It would overcome her and crush her like a wave. Now, the block seemed to be a subconscious thing. She wanted to speak, wanted to heal and return to what she had once been. Her chords were strained, and she knew would likely always remain raspy and fractured, but it was not something which concerned her just then. Loud sounds were beyond her, and if she tried to speak too quickly she would trip over her words and it would take her a long moment before she could try again. "Yes," she whispered, her voice the painfully slow and low tenor of a dullard. Pathetic, but even so it was an improvement. "Excellent, your Grace!" Koros was quick with his praise, and generous. Raisa felt pampered and her eyes narrowed. "N-not... a... Q-Qu... Q-" she shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut. Too much, too much... Concern flowered in her steward's mismatched gaze and the small creature took a step forward, eying her carefully. "Patience, my lady. It will all return in time." As if patience had ever been one of her strong suits...

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