A Royal Homecoming

[quillkeeper]

*Elidren quickly makes himself busy around the pavillions, ensure they are suitible to recieve the Crown Prince. He also ensure that his Lady has refreshment for the task ahead.*

[bedevere]

*Before long, a few men arrive, carrying various containers from Sylors tent. His footlocker, a backpack or two, and so on. Shortly afterwards, he is helped in by two more earth elves.

Once he is set down in a seat, he thanks them, and they leave. As soon as they are gone, his composure goes from normal, to one of barely contained pain*

Argh. I thought they'd take forever. I can't handle being upright right now... Where can I lie down?

[Gumboots]

*Zemilia looks at Sylor as he enters and as soon as she see's his pained expression she rushes to his side and gives him a hand up indicating that her paige should help as well. The pair move him into a area that can be seen from where Zemilia is sitting to work yet can also be curtianed off when need be.*

"Oh Sylor, do take care. Rest here for a while until I have finished off one more piece of paper work. I am a little behind."

*She is still wearing her over coat and gloves.*

[quillkeeper]

*Elidren assists his Lady in the moving of the Crown Prince, muttering something underhis breath.*

"Someone really should teach these serfs how to look after a poison victim. Strecher were required to move him. Fools."

[bedevere]

*As he reaches the bed he is taken to, Sylor collapses onto it, and after a moment, manages to turn right side up. After a brief fit of coughing, he settles down a little*

Sorry about that. I don't think that being moved is agreeing with me. I didn't want too many people to see me that weak though. Being poisoned is one thing, but this kind of sickness is not proper for someone of my standing. I told them it had simply sapped my strength for a few days...

[Gumboots]

*Zemilia ignors Elidren and sits beside Sylor gently craderling his head.*

"You will be alright, you just need to rest. Now hush and try and get some sleep you will not have to move again for a while."

*She starts to humm a lullaby that used to send Sylor off to sleep when he was younger. She sits by his side for a long time just humming the tune over and over again.*

[bedevere]

*It takes very little time for Sylor to fall asleep, but once more, his sleep seems disturbed by bad dreams. His few intelligible outcries make it clear that he is dreaming of a fight of some sorts.*

[Gumboots]

*As Sylor struggels in his sleep she looks worriedly up to the paige and signals him forward. Soon Elidren feels a swirl of air rush around him as a shield is formed. She makes gentle noises and strokes Sylors forhead hoping that it may calm him a little.*

[bedevere]

*Sensing the physical contact, his mind turns it into a part of his dream. Believing himself to be mid fight, his magics lash out with a dart of lightning at the perceived threat...*

[Gumboots]

*Zemilia feels the jolt but luckily she herself already has a shield up. She moves quickly away. She turns to the Elidren.*

"I can not go near him, otherwise I will be hurt more than just a little shock on the finger. Could you watch over him while I finish off my work?"

*A look of worry is on her brow.*

[quillkeeper]

*Elidren nods.*

"His dreams will be troubled for maybe a few weeks to come my Lady. Paranoia about being poisoned once does that to the mind. If no further attempts are made it will ease off. Please my Lady, do not fret, I shall watch over His Highness whilst you work."

[Gumboots]

*She returns back to her desk and a few more sparks fly off of Sylor as she sits down. A very worried glance crosses her face as she looks in his direction, the guards outside speak loudly.*

"Ma'ma are you ok in there?"

*In which Zemilia walks over to the doorway and looks through to one of the guards.*

"Yes I am fine, I will call you if we need any help at all."

*She returns back to the desk and continues with the work. The sums were starting to add up once more and a small report was written on the progress of Narturlin. A few pieces of paper work had to be signed but she was not happy with what was written on the paper so put them to one side. She continues sorting throught the paper work in this fashion for some time. To her she does not realise how fast the day had gone. Her posture never flawerd always upright with her head the only part of her that tilts. She looks regually over to the sleeping Sylor, the more she looks over the deeper she falls in love with him. Occasionally another tear rolls down her cheek.*

[quillkeeper]

*Elidren emerges from where Sylor is sleeping, he had done so before to light the candles in the Pavillion, but his Lady was too absorbed in her work to notice.*

"My Lady his Highness has settled down and it is late. Allow me to get yu some refreshments, and then I must insist that you too retire so that his HIghness might draw on your strength tomorrow."

[Gumboots]

*She looks around the room properly for the first time.*

"There are a few things that I must do. I must bring Threan here tonight otherwise, he might notice something. Some food would be good and drink would be good though."

*She places the quill down and walks to the opening in her tent. She calls to one of the guards and gets him to collect the spear from where it may possibly still lie. He returns quickly with it with a strange expression on his face. Zemilia's face keeps blanck.*

"Thank you for your assistance."

*She takes the spear off of the guard and places it beside the desk. No conversation is passed between the two.*

[quillkeeper]

*Elidren is unphased when his Lady speaks about a weapon as if it were alive. Whilst she is waiting for the spear to be brough he pours her a glass of red wine into a crystal goblet. Once the spear is within the pavillion he once again speaks to his Lady.*

"Mistress Ancalimon, might I be allowed to get you some refreshments now?"