Originally posted May 24, 2008
((Shiv takes care of a troubled friend))
It's a wrought iron sleigh bed. Shiv casually mentions that she made the frame herself, trading trinket and wares for handwoven linens and comforters. "Comforters" Macy thinks. "I need more comforters in my life."
Siobhan points at a free standing closet. "There's jams and trainers in there if ye'd like tae comfortable. Dinnae poke yer hands tae far into the dark corners. Ah 'ave a few wicked dust bunnies and sometimes they bite."
Macy giggles. "Ah'm serious Macy. Damn dirt spirits. Ah'll let ye git changed."
Shiv returns a few moments later, holding an earthenware cup. Its contents steam and carry with them a pleasant smell of honeysuckle and rosemary. "In bed lass."
Macy begins to climb into the smooth sheets and heavy coverings. "I ken swear yer safe while yer here, Macy," Siobhan says as she smiles.
She offers the cup to Macy. "'ere. Drink this. T'will 'elp you sleep." It tastes of a warm day on a grass covered hill. With Siobhan looking on, Macy rests her head upon the goose down pillow and falls quickly asleep.
Siobhan scans the intricate designs along the ceiling boarder before turning of the light. The wards stand intact. Macy should remain free of magical influence as long as she stays in this room. She will at least get one more night's sleep.
The young mage retreats to her living room, settles onto a cushion, and pick up her pint. The night outside her window offers now solution as to what to do next.
"That's quite a torch you're carrying," the darkness inside her apartment says in Polish.
"Dinnae ye 'ave a rat tae eat somewhere, Jacek?" Siobhan responds in that European language. She lifts her head to look back into the shadows. "'Sides, tis not like that."
The darkness remains silent and Shiv returns her attention to her glass. The night within her windows offers no answers, either.
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