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Chapter Two, Scene TwoCaenith looked up at the falling snow, smiling as one flake landed on his nose, melting slowly. He loved this time of year. The air would chill, and snow and ice would cover everything in their unique luster. He exhaled, watching with delight as his breath crystallized.
He unbuttoned his cloak, letting the cold seep through his clothes.
Beside him, Faernion clutched his own cloak more tightly to his chest. “I j-just don’t get why you like this weather so much, C-Cae…” he said through chattering teeth. “It’s so blasted cold!”
Caenith sighed. “That’s why I brought you out here, Faer. You need to cool down—”
“I don’t need to freeze!” Faernion blurted.
He continued, ignoring his friend’s comment, “Especially after that episode. What were you thinking?! Were you trying to start a feud back there?!” He cast his arms above him.
Chapter Two, Scene OneSunlight glittered off the snow-dusted marbled roofs, sending shards of blinding light skidding off the stone pavement. Valaena’s boots tapped as she descended the stairs from the council’s hall. Her hands tucked into opposing sleeves of her kimono, she reveled in the guard that her attire provided against the mild chill of winter.
She looked for beyond the arched buildings, through the columns that marked the edge of the city. The distant sea glimmered in reply. It would be unlikely for the weather to turn much worse, the thin powder that covered the ground already more than the climates doctrine.
A cool wind ruffled her midnight brown hair, blowing the wavy locks away from the right side of her face. A blue-violet eye was revealed, quite unlike her left, which sported a pale sky lavender. Her clairvoyant gaze fell to rest upon Aerlon, the Tree of Life, still stoically bearing its eternally golden fruit.
As she stroked its tender leaves, her other hand settled into a habit
Chapter One, Scene TwoA mad rush followed as they transported Aewaean from the wagon into the house at the edge of the forest. Neither Vivaereth nor Marnin had any time to notice the quaint furnishings of the wooden house nor the pot of homemade stew over the stove before they were ushered into one of the back rooms.
They set Aewaean on the bed they found inside. Eolan dashed into the room, arms full of various items for making an antidote; he hadn't even bothered to take off his winter clothes. Without being told, he seemed to know exactly what to do and furiously went about grinding things in a mortar.
The old woman went about properly dressing Aewaean's wound, applying a sticky green poultice before wrapping it in fresh linen. Eolan zipped to her side and offered the already completed antidote.
Vivaereth and Marnin could do nothing but stand back and watch the two work.
Taking Aewaean's head and gently tipping it back, the woman encouraged the liquid down her throat.
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