From: idysarana@aol.com (IdySarana)
Date: 05 Sep 1998 09:36:54 EDT
Sara was rather weakened at this point. Her hand all but useless. Ken in an effort to get her to safety had grabbed and tugged on it. He's efforts got her out of where she was, but also brought a great amount of pain to her. She contained the signs of her torment as long as possible. After an attempt at magic, the pain grew worse, causin her to collapse to the ground.
Ken suggested she leave and get some rest in a familiar bed. Sara was a bit more concerned about Evan and Lexi. Ken insisted and offered his support in leaving. Then flashes of light began, and Sara was being carried away from them.
Once they were far enough away from the flashes of lights, Sara and Ken parted ways. Sara head to the inn, knowin that she hadn't the strength to make it any where else. The cost of a few coins was enough to obtain access to a familiar, although at the moment empty, bed.
Exhaustion and pain taking their toll on her, without so much as removing her boots, she crawled into bed. Sara was off in dreamland as her head hit the pillow ... not once ever wondering if Whitey would might her intrusion.
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From: leducblanc@aol.com (LeDucBlanc)
Date: 05 Sep 1998 16:44:38 EDT
When Clermont returned to his bed, late that night, he rather gracelessly flopped into it, being too tired even to undress. He was a greeted by a small squeal, and immediately his brows shot up. He reflexively rolled sideways out of the bed, landing lightly on his feet, blade ready, despite his exhaustion. Looking carefully, however, he noticed Sara. She was lying there, looking quite pale, he wrist swollen,
sleeping peacefully. The squeal had obviously been an involuntary action as she slept. He thought about waking her, to welcome her back, but quickly changed his mind. She looked very tired, and he was exhausted as well.
Forcing himself to take the time, he removed his clothing, donned his silk pajamas, and entered the bed once again. Making sure that Sara was completely comfortable, he put an arm around her, lowered his head to the pillow, and drifted off to sleep himself.
((Author's note: If my description of Sara's pallor and her swollen wrist seem like powergaming, let me allay your fears. Sara's player informed me privately of her condition, so I am not making anything up.))
Date: 05 Sep 1998 16:44:38 EDT
When Clermont returned to his bed, late that night, he rather gracelessly flopped into it, being too tired even to undress. He was a greeted by a small squeal, and immediately his brows shot up. He reflexively rolled sideways out of the bed, landing lightly on his feet, blade ready, despite his exhaustion. Looking carefully, however, he noticed Sara. She was lying there, looking quite pale, he wrist swollen,
sleeping peacefully. The squeal had obviously been an involuntary action as she slept. He thought about waking her, to welcome her back, but quickly changed his mind. She looked very tired, and he was exhausted as well.
Forcing himself to take the time, he removed his clothing, donned his silk pajamas, and entered the bed once again. Making sure that Sara was completely comfortable, he put an arm around her, lowered his head to the pillow, and drifted off to sleep himself.
((Author's note: If my description of Sara's pallor and her swollen wrist seem like powergaming, let me allay your fears. Sara's player informed me privately of her condition, so I am not making anything up.))