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Post by Marric Laster on Nov 25, 2006 9:31:22 GMT
Marric sat by the apothecary shop, back against the locked front door. Several people had passed already, begging entrance. The shepherd had kindly advised those to move along and search for another address. This was not mean, because Marric had heard of the existence of another apothecary in Aldorm.
Bucolica was licking his fur and seemed content in the moment. Unlike his boss, who felt uneasy and nervous.
A feather on a string was slid under the door, accompanied by a voice. Zoltan's voice.
"Disturb me not."
The voice did not come from within, instead it came from the feather. Marric saw there were gems on it, orange and yellow. Topaz.
"More time is needed still, it's not my advice to remain where you're at till health returns to our mutual acquaintance. Everytime you shift, I hear it and break sweat trying to keep myself from rushing things. Good thing my assistant assists me, elsewise I think Richard would be far worse than when we started. Begone, I ask of you. Leave me be, allow me the time for healing."
All this came from the feather, and the gems glowed slightly. Marric didn't answer, but looked around to see where Annabelle was. He thought about how to get her to leave, he didn't think she'd want to.
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 25, 2006 14:12:16 GMT
Annabelle sat on a bench outside the Apothecary Store. She prayed quietly, hoping that Richard would return to health. The bright smile that usually was painted across Annabelle's face was now no where to be found. " Please pull through." Annabelle whispered to herself.
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Post by Marric Laster on Nov 25, 2006 17:08:43 GMT
Marric circled round the tree on the square once, before turning to Anna. He gave her time to pray some more. Eventually, he felt they should not linger any longer, not for her own sake, not for Richard's. The feather hung from his neck.
The ragged man sat down beside the blue-eyed girl just when she whispered:
"Please pull through."
"He will, fair lady," Marric said, "but for now I fear I must pull you away."
Bucolica jumped on the bench and put his head in Anna's lap. For giving or recieving comfort? Marric choose the latter.
"Get away, boy, now's not the time."
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 26, 2006 2:14:25 GMT
Annabelle wished she could stay, but she knew that leaving would be for the better. She took in a deep breathe. She looked at Bucolica, then at Marric. " Let us go." Annabelle said softly. She slowly rose to her feet, wanting to stay, yet knowning she must leave.
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Post by Rydonal on Nov 27, 2006 19:55:47 GMT
Rydonal approached the Apothecary with a purposeful stride. He needed to replenish his supply of potions, and he did not trust just anyone to provide these for him. After a number of inquires, everyone had spoke naught but the highest praise for this Zoltan, so Rydonal sought him out.
The door was locked... how strange for this time of day. Looking about, he noticed a man and a woman standing nearby. He aproached them, noticing the somber mood they were in, and rethought his actions. But no, it could not hurt to ask.
"Excuse me, I hate to trouble you, but do you know why Zoltan's shop is not open?"
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 29, 2006 11:29:06 GMT
Annabelle looked over to the man who had approached the Apothecary. " The Apothecary is momentarily closed. It is best if you try another time." Annabelle said soflty as she looked at the man.
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Post by Rydonal on Nov 30, 2006 4:03:22 GMT
Ry pondered over those words for a few moments. That seemed to be a cold shoulder for the most part, but he was not quite satisfied with the information he had recieved. He decided he would fish a little bit more, to see what he could find out. "Oh... then have you any idea when it may open again? I know that there is another Apothecary in town, but this Zoltan was given quite high recommendations to me from several people... you could understand why I was rather do business with him." Ry paused. "....... if you think its likely to be a long time, I suppose I would just have to wait though" he finished, internally making up his mind not to bother with the sub-par shop.
He glanced to the man and then back to the woman. "If you don't mind me asking, what is going on here?" he inquired cautiously.
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Post by Marric Laster on Dec 3, 2006 11:16:56 GMT
Marric stepped up to the newcomer, not friendly but not hostile either.
"Shops closed, friend," he said, after which he whispered: "And I suggest not to return again today, lest a man being treated inside would slip away because of your intrusion. On the morrow, though not to early, I'd search this place out again. Better yet, you could go to the other apothecary. Your arrival is ill timing, sorry to say. Now, this is a personal matter, the patient inside is someone me and the lady know. She's worried sick..."
Marric had kept these words between himself and the newly arrived to spare Annabelle another confirmation on how unstable Richard was. She might take it the wrong way, though, and curse him for it. He did what he thought was best.
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Post by Rydonal on Dec 4, 2006 0:21:46 GMT
Well, it seemed that he had indeed dug a little to deep. "Very well, I apologize for the intrusion, and I'll be on my way then." Ry turned to Annabelle, "A good day to you." As he turned to leave, he paused only for a moment. "I wish your friend luck" Ry said under his breath to Marric. Without another look back, Ry strode off down the street.
(OUT)
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Dec 8, 2006 12:01:27 GMT
Annabelle wasn't her normal self. She wasn't smiling as she usually did, and her eyes weren't lit with the same love for life as normal. She felt terrible. Every crude word she said to Richard she wish she could take back. Annabelle wanted to ask for Richard's forgiveness, and she wanted to let him know that her heart had fully forgiven him. Yet, the situation which Annabelle was in, she didn't know if she would every talk to Richard again. Annabelle looked at the Apothecary store once more, then at Marric. " Let us go." Annabelle said with a heavy heart.
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