Sarah Collins
The first rays of sunlight on Christmas Eve stream through the circular window of Sarah's room, gently shaking her from her reverie. The sounds of birds chirping wafts in from outside of her window where the view from on top of the mountain is painted with broad strokes of snow amidst the White Firs and Maples, resembling a painting made during more optimistic times.
The gentle smell of incense fills her nose as Sarah recovers her facilities from Morpheus and rubs the Sandman's offerings from her eyes. Her sleep had been pleasant. It was almost enough to forget that she wasn't in Avalon anymore.
She had dreamed something; something important; something she should have remembered. If she paused to think about it she might barely remember the sight of two young girls? Two souls that were very much in need of help. However before she could remember any details, a knock would be heard and a familiar gentleman would enter her chambers in full ritual robes.
"Good morning, savior!" Doran beams, his voice tinted by a subtle Irish ictus he has yet to shake since moving to the USA so long ago. "We have prepared breakfast for you."
Since she arrived, this has been the routine. Doran and 2 of his disciples have brought her breakfast in bed and cleaned her room as if hoping to receive the international star diamond reward for hospitality. If Sarah ever protested, Doran would'v nodded and assured her it wouldn't happen again and yet, he would be there the very next morning with a song in his heart.
This morning was different. Something seemed to trouble him.
While filling Sarah in on the morning's news as usual, a disciple runs in and starts to whisper something in the old man's ear. Outraged, he pushes the young man back and yells, "You DARE, boy?? In front of the savior?? Do you imagine I keep anything secret from her??"
The boy's face flushes red and his gaze hovers on Sarah for a moment before he catches himself and lowers it to the floor. "A thousand pardons, savior. I meant no disrespect but I felt this news shouldn't wait."
He gaze rose to Doran, waiting for permission to continue. Doran nodded impatiently. "It's Michael, father... He- he has yet to return from his supply run. It's been 3 days."
Doran rubs the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. Then another. And another.
When he finally speaks, he has regained his composure, "Thank you, my son. I apologize for reacting so. You did well to bring me this news. We will put together a search party. Let the others know we will be having a meeting in the common hall at exactly noon. You are pardoned from your chores for the day."
The last sentence seemed to excite the boy such that he hurriedly bowed and dashed out of the room before Doran could change his mind.
Doran turns back to look at Sarah and forces a strained smile. "Begging your pardon, Savior. There is... much to do."
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Feel free to rp and interject wherever you wish. If you do not stop him, Doran will leave in my next post.
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