Silaries
Lord of Weissburg
| Adoneus Northstein |
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"Mother, he won't disappear if he doesn't get his clothes in the next few minutes, you don't have to rush!" Alix shouted desperately, trying to bring her mother to slow down, but the adressed woman didn't react, the only thing that was important now was her son.
Solange wasn't very tall, just like her son, but unlike her daughter Alix, who was about a head taller than the both of them. The woman of around 50 years age shared the same hair colour with her daughter; chestnut brown, with the only difference in colour being the grey areas in Solanges' hair.
The concerned mother carried folded clothes bound together with a cord in front of her chest, while Alix a few foot behind her carried a basket with baked goods across the marketplace, when a friend of their family stops Solange in her path, asking her about Adoneus "My daughter was here when he was on his way to the hospital! He must have looked like close to death!" Solange sighs "Well, we got a message that he will be fine, so I guess he luckily wasn't that close to it..." . Alix sighs and catches up with her mother while she talks, setting down the basket she carried.
Meanwhile in Warden's Haven Adoneus opened his eyes, he felt like he had been run over by a horse, he took a few moments to make sure he was fully awake before actually looking around. He certainly didn't feel good, but his fever had lowered for the moment. When trying to reposition his tongue in his mouth, Adoneus notices it sticking to his palate "Feels like a desert" the boy notes in his mind and tries to induce saliva production by moving his tongue around until he dry feeling disappears.
With a sigh of relief he presses his hand onto his forehead, it didn't feel so hot anymore, good, that had to be a good sign. Cheered up by the lowered fever Adoneus sits up in his cot and looks around, looking for something to drink, or perhaps someone he could ask for some water.
___________________________________________________________________________Warden's Haven_____________________________________________________________________________
"Mother, he won't disappear if he doesn't get his clothes in the next few minutes, you don't have to rush!" Alix shouted desperately, trying to bring her mother to slow down, but the adressed woman didn't react, the only thing that was important now was her son.
Solange wasn't very tall, just like her son, but unlike her daughter Alix, who was about a head taller than the both of them. The woman of around 50 years age shared the same hair colour with her daughter; chestnut brown, with the only difference in colour being the grey areas in Solanges' hair.
The concerned mother carried folded clothes bound together with a cord in front of her chest, while Alix a few foot behind her carried a basket with baked goods across the marketplace, when a friend of their family stops Solange in her path, asking her about Adoneus "My daughter was here when he was on his way to the hospital! He must have looked like close to death!" Solange sighs "Well, we got a message that he will be fine, so I guess he luckily wasn't that close to it..." . Alix sighs and catches up with her mother while she talks, setting down the basket she carried.
Meanwhile in Warden's Haven Adoneus opened his eyes, he felt like he had been run over by a horse, he took a few moments to make sure he was fully awake before actually looking around. He certainly didn't feel good, but his fever had lowered for the moment. When trying to reposition his tongue in his mouth, Adoneus notices it sticking to his palate "Feels like a desert" the boy notes in his mind and tries to induce saliva production by moving his tongue around until he dry feeling disappears.
With a sigh of relief he presses his hand onto his forehead, it didn't feel so hot anymore, good, that had to be a good sign. Cheered up by the lowered fever Adoneus sits up in his cot and looks around, looking for something to drink, or perhaps someone he could ask for some water.