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26.Feb.12, 04:18 PM
"Please," Breccan accepted the offer comfortably. Healer teas were always different, and she found they said quite a bit about the one brewing. She had to wonder what sort of mix Lym would choose to brew, and why. Perhaps something calming, or invigorating, since she'd said she had been busy recently. Either way, Breccan was content to take a seat near the fire, relishing the heat even on the warm day.
She waited patiently as the younger girl bustled about, and finally regained her seat. "So you have been here a while," she stated mildly, with no further inflection, "What is this new edict? I'm afraid I haven't been long out of confinement on the Isle. I don't know much about Katila's goings-on." She probed for information with interest, wondering what sort of edict could have any real effect on Lym. What would make her more busy, but also earn such a negative reaction? Perhaps they were stepping up construction efforts, or some such, something that would send more injuries to the Hall. That didn't seem so bad to Brec, but she really didn't know enough.
Breccan's eyebrows creeped up her forehead. Drugged? That was a bold move by the riders. She had been taken in her sleep, and drugged as well, but by her own hand. Occasionally she was troubled by bouts of insomnia, and took fellis to get something like natural rest. It had just been bad luck -or very good luck, for the rider- that those two circumstances had happened simultaneously. She guessed she was one of the easiest kidnappings ever accomplished. All she'd managed to do was insist blearily that she was going to jump off before simply falling back to sleep. Pathetic. Still, drugging a Healer was a bold move. Healers were the most likely to recognize a particular drug and its intended effects by taste or smell alone. Sure, drugging a Tanner or a Farmer was an excellent idea. It just surprised her that they'd used that tactic on someone knowledgeable about herbs.
The whistling of the tea pot startled her out of her own musing, and reminded her she hadn't said much. "So you wouldn't want to return to the North at all? You're that happy down here?" she asked, unable to keep all of the skepticism out of her voice. Obviously she hoped to return as quickly as possible. At this time, all she could do was gather information, and try to discover who among the other stolen Candidates would aid her, and who would try to escape as well. She simply didn't know enough to try anything yet, but her patience was wearing thin already.
She waited patiently as the younger girl bustled about, and finally regained her seat. "So you have been here a while," she stated mildly, with no further inflection, "What is this new edict? I'm afraid I haven't been long out of confinement on the Isle. I don't know much about Katila's goings-on." She probed for information with interest, wondering what sort of edict could have any real effect on Lym. What would make her more busy, but also earn such a negative reaction? Perhaps they were stepping up construction efforts, or some such, something that would send more injuries to the Hall. That didn't seem so bad to Brec, but she really didn't know enough.
Breccan's eyebrows creeped up her forehead. Drugged? That was a bold move by the riders. She had been taken in her sleep, and drugged as well, but by her own hand. Occasionally she was troubled by bouts of insomnia, and took fellis to get something like natural rest. It had just been bad luck -or very good luck, for the rider- that those two circumstances had happened simultaneously. She guessed she was one of the easiest kidnappings ever accomplished. All she'd managed to do was insist blearily that she was going to jump off before simply falling back to sleep. Pathetic. Still, drugging a Healer was a bold move. Healers were the most likely to recognize a particular drug and its intended effects by taste or smell alone. Sure, drugging a Tanner or a Farmer was an excellent idea. It just surprised her that they'd used that tactic on someone knowledgeable about herbs.
The whistling of the tea pot startled her out of her own musing, and reminded her she hadn't said much. "So you wouldn't want to return to the North at all? You're that happy down here?" she asked, unable to keep all of the skepticism out of her voice. Obviously she hoped to return as quickly as possible. At this time, all she could do was gather information, and try to discover who among the other stolen Candidates would aid her, and who would try to escape as well. She simply didn't know enough to try anything yet, but her patience was wearing thin already.
