Reesa stirred in her bed. She had been stuck in this room, in this bed, for days, recovering from her wounded leg. Her time hadn't been the most pleasant, because most of her waking hours were spent with a throbbing pain in her leg. It hadn't all been dull, though. She had come to know her nurse better in the talks they had while she was awake, and the nurse, Maira Arvich, had even shown Reesa a little part of herself.
But now she sat up in her bed. She had been well cared for, but she was hungry, and restless. She wanted to be up and about. She wanted to run, to jump, anything but sit in bed. She looked over to where Maira sat, reading a book, and called out to her.
"Maira... can I try getting up today?"
"Well, let's see... I think that if-"
She was cut off as the door opened, and two men entered. One was Captain Nehast, and the other was a man dressed in scarlet robes and wearing a pointed hat. The guard cleared his throat and then spoke.
"Maira, a word with your... patient."
"Yes?"
"This is Kirik, a mage of note. I'm having him perform a small favor, and he needs to speak to your charge."
The mage stepped forward and looked at Reesa, who instinctively drew her covers closer about her. Her instincts were saying something is wrong. The man's voice was smooth, but Reesa didn't like it.
"I like your hair."
He looked her up and down, and gave a nod.
"Can I have a piece?"
Reesa eyed him, surprise and shock clearly showing on her features.
"Why?"
But now she sat up in her bed. She had been well cared for, but she was hungry, and restless. She wanted to be up and about. She wanted to run, to jump, anything but sit in bed. She looked over to where Maira sat, reading a book, and called out to her.
"Maira... can I try getting up today?"
"Well, let's see... I think that if-"
She was cut off as the door opened, and two men entered. One was Captain Nehast, and the other was a man dressed in scarlet robes and wearing a pointed hat. The guard cleared his throat and then spoke.
"Maira, a word with your... patient."
"Yes?"
"This is Kirik, a mage of note. I'm having him perform a small favor, and he needs to speak to your charge."
The mage stepped forward and looked at Reesa, who instinctively drew her covers closer about her. Her instincts were saying something is wrong. The man's voice was smooth, but Reesa didn't like it.
"I like your hair."
He looked her up and down, and gave a nod.
"Can I have a piece?"
Reesa eyed him, surprise and shock clearly showing on her features.
"Why?"