Re: Chapter #8: The Stronghold of Mine Enemies
It was too early in the morning when Liseth awoke. She had actually slept very well; much better than she thought she would have. Yesterday afternoon she had imagined her thoughts and dreams being rife with nightmares; images of zombies and demons and skeleton mutants keeping her up. Of evil goblins hounding her in her dreams. The nervous anticipation of their upcoming mission to Thistletop keeping sleep at bay.
But sleep had come easily and her dreams were nothing but pleasant. Kerr was almost all that her mind imagined. His smile, his cute puppy dog eyes, them sitting together on the beach. Him shirtless, with her hands running all over his back...
Even in bed, still wrapped in covers while she slowly roused herself from sleep, Liseth's heart began to pound. Had that really happened? The girl could still remember the feeling of Kerr's muscles as she massaged the ache out of them. Of his skin as her hands went all over his back and neck...
There was something else that she recalled from her dreams as well. Something to distract her from her current thoughts of Kerr. Just before awakening she remembered seeing Sarenrae again, in her dreams. Once more feeling the immeasurable love and understanding pour out from the goddess. Liseth felt happy, content, and warm.
Opening her eyes, the first thing that she thought was that there was too much light in the acolyte's quarters that she shared with the other girls. Searching for the source, her eyes determined that the glow had to be coming from her. Curious, Liseth removed her covers and let out a gasp. She was covered in glowing, golden-white flames!
The flames went out almost immediately after she noticed them, putting the room back into the proper level of darkness and leaving the acolyte confused and a bit worried. She summoned a magical light to check herself over but found no marks on her body. In fact, as she thought about it, it had felt really very nice when the flames were around her. Maybe it was some kind of gift from Sarenrae?
While she pondered, Liseth got up out of her bed. Carefully and as quietly as she could manage; she didn't want to disturb the other girls. She looked down at her heavy quilted dress, right where she had left it yesterday, with a bit of a frown on her face. It was still so dirty...she never had a chance to try and clean it. But it was what she would have to wear if they were going to be heading straight into even more battles today.
After struggling into the messy dress, Liseth donned the special magical cloak that they had borrowed from the guards' armory. Then she gathered all of her things together into her knapsack; she didn't have much and might as well take everything, in case it was needed. Except for her emerald necklace; it would be better to keep that safe in the Cathedral. And her robe, it wasn't a good outfit to travel in.
Before leaving the room, Liseth made the decision that she had to pen another letter to her father. In case she didn't make it back from Thistletop. Her stomach tied in knots as she wrote, starting with an apology for not being there to see her father in person. Then asking him to not be angry, and explaining how Sarenrae had asked her to go. How the goddess had spoken to her personally and told her that She loved her. Liseth signed the letter with love, all the while hoping that her father never read it.
Liseth left the letter outside of Father Zantus' room, sure that he would know what to do with it. She didn't want to wake the prelate, and wasn't even sure what she might say if she did.
Then she went to breakfast. Liseth knew that the plan was to leave very early, hours before sunrise. She understood the plan, even if she didn't like it. She hadn't voiced her objection to anyone, but she was supposed to pray at sunrise. That's what she had done for as long as she could remember, Liseth had never missed a day, ever. She was sure that Sarenrae would understand, but it still felt wrong to her. Could she pray while they were riding?
It was a quick breakfast, nothing like the dinner she had put on for Kerr last night. There was no time to cook and clean up. So she prepared a simple fare of bread, cheese, oats, and milk for herself and Kerr. When Kerr arrived at the table Liseth gave him a radiant, happy smile. "Good morning! How are you feeling?"
Not too much later they heard the sound of horses outside the Cathedral, so Liseth knew that the others had arrived and that it was time to go. She and Kerr stopped to pick up the befuddlers and their magic potions before going out to greet everyone.
"Hello!" She greeted everyone as she made her way down the Cathedral steps with Kerr. "Oh! You brought Heily already!" The girl made her way to the already saddled horse, easily picking her out even amidst the predawn darkness. "I'm sorry that I haven't been spending enough time with you lately Heily. But there has been so much happening," She said as she stroked the beautiful white mare's mane.
Liseth laughed as Pisca confronted Kerr with that new crossbow and tried to put it on his shoulder. Although Liseth wasn't sure that Kerr would need a different weapon when he already had his bow. Who else might use that strange crossbow though? Cato could, certainly, but he had his magic. Her? Liseth had very mixed feelings about that. She didn't want to shoot anything!
"So," She cleared her throat, "yesterday we were given six of Mr Tanner's Befuddlers to use," Liseth turned back to the others, aware that they had to leave soon. "And Father Zantus gave us four magical potions that might help as well. One to heal diseases, another to heal blindness, a third that cures paralyzation, and the last one helps fight poisons." She presented the bag that contained all of the aforementioned items.
"I don't think I need more than two befuddlers. And anyone can carry the magical potions. How were we going to spread these out?"