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piosenniel · 11-22-2003, 03:52 PM

Morning had come awfully early, or so Erkaliel thought. And the sun . . . so bright! She fished through her bag for a pouch of willowbark powder – excellent medicine for the headache that was beginning to nag behind her eyes. No need to get dressed she noted as she stood up from her bed – apparently she’d gone to sleep with everything on, including her boots. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair, and declared it good enough when the last of the tangles was worked through.

The others had already gone down to breakfast. She had heard their footsteps past her door, and their whispering voices as they spoke to one another. Erkaliel stuffed what little belongings she had into her pack and slinging it over her shoulder, went down to join the others.

They were all eating a hearty breakfast, but the thought of food turned her stomach, and she settled for some tea laden with honey. Rostion, Imthôlion and Firiel soon took their leave with Tanroth. Apparently he had a lead on getting the companions some horses. In a way, Erkaliel was glad that she would not have to walk today, but on the other hand, just the thought of plodding along on a swaying horse with a bumpy gait made her stomach queasy.

Once those four had gone, the others were left to find provisions for the rest of their trip. Erkaliel volunteered to get a supply of dried meats they could use in stews, so they wouldn’t have to stop to hunt. Others were picking up some vegetables that were fairly portable – some small potatoes, carrots, a few small onions, and several packets of savory herbs for cooking. Another was getting some grains and cereals they could cook for breakfasts. A sack of apples was also among the purchases to be made for the road.

When she returned to the Inn with her purchases, she took them up to store in her room. Erkaliel lay down on her bed, tired from the exertions of finding the provisions, and tired from her unabating headache. ‘I’ll just rest for a while, until the others get back,’ she said to herself.

Soon, she had drifted back to sleep . . .

[ November 23, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

11-22-2003, 03:52 PM	#70
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Morning had come awfully early, or so Erkaliel thought. And the sun . . . so bright! She fished through her bag for a pouch of willowbark powder – excellent medicine for the headache that was beginning to nag behind her eyes. No need to get dressed she noted as she stood up from her bed – apparently she’d gone to sleep with everything on, including her boots. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair, and declared it good enough when the last of the tangles was worked through. The others had already gone down to breakfast. She had heard their footsteps past her door, and their whispering voices as they spoke to one another. Erkaliel stuffed what little belongings she had into her pack and slinging it over her shoulder, went down to join the others. They were all eating a hearty breakfast, but the thought of food turned her stomach, and she settled for some tea laden with honey. Rostion, Imthôlion and Firiel soon took their leave with Tanroth. Apparently he had a lead on getting the companions some horses. In a way, Erkaliel was glad that she would not have to walk today, but on the other hand, just the thought of plodding along on a swaying horse with a bumpy gait made her stomach queasy. Once those four had gone, the others were left to find provisions for the rest of their trip. Erkaliel volunteered to get a supply of dried meats they could use in stews, so they wouldn’t have to stop to hunt. Others were picking up some vegetables that were fairly portable – some small potatoes, carrots, a few small onions, and several packets of savory herbs for cooking. Another was getting some grains and cereals they could cook for breakfasts. A sack of apples was also among the purchases to be made for the road. When she returned to the Inn with her purchases, she took them up to store in her room. Erkaliel lay down on her bed, tired from the exertions of finding the provisions, and tired from her unabating headache. ‘I’ll just rest for a while, until the others get back,’ she said to herself. Soon, she had drifted back to sleep . . . [ November 23, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.