unfortunate events (c)

[SKYE Q.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] FENRYL [atrb=align, right] If it Skye ever had any lucky days, today was not one of those days. In fact, today would turn out to have the Goddess turn her back on her completely and pull a lightning bolt over her head. Well, that would be a little too much, but Skye would definitely not see her good karma come to use this particular day. Even when she had a lot stored up for the future. It wasn't a specifically beautiful day. It was cloudy and humid, just what you would expect before the turning of the fall season. Soon the leaves would be gold and crimson, and litter the roads until it got slippery and hard to lead a cart through the streets, even with a horse in front. Skye didn't like it whenever she had to drag the carts by herself, because she wasn't strong and had a terrible habit of fainting in the middle of the roads. Today was one of those days where she had to take a cart of fresh vegetables down to the markets to sell, but her father was off into the woods with their horse, so she had to pull it behind her. Sometimes, when she was lucky, she met people she knew who offered to help her, but today she had no luck today. Only having gotten to the very walls that encased the town business district, the young brunette lost control of the heavy wagon. There was a modest dune, but a dune nonetheless, that led down to the town square. Unfortunately for the seventeen year old, the cart decided to take matters into it's own hands and give in to the slope. With fear of losing all force of direction and supervision, Skye threw herself on top of the barrow and clung to the edges of it's confinement. She had no power to stop it, yet she could not lose sight of the wagon's content. With eyes closed, the wheels of the wooden carry moved on and down towards the center of the market. The sheer shock and despair caused by this adverse accident restricted Skye from even forming real words, and all that could be heard was a cry full of panic through the streets as it made it's way to the fountain that was located in the center of the town's square. With a loud clash against hard stone bricks, the wooden wagon cracked into pieces and most of her wares were sent flying, with Skye along with it, into the basin of water. A few seconds she lay there, wondering what had gone wrong, before her eyes slipped and she was no longer conscious.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Skye WORDS 692 NOTES :3 The day was dismal and bleak, a forgotten breeze fanning the humidity of the air. Fenryl was enjoying some down time from the merciless hot weather that had been plaguing Primula Town recently, lounging in a seat outside a coffee shop reading a book. In a corner against the wall, he leaned his chair against the building lazily, turning a page and only pausing occasionally to sip his coffee. Even though he was in his Merman form, he wasn’t bothering anyone and although the fin drew a few eyes, he could ignore them all. The town itself was lively of course but not as lively as usual, the residents perhaps using the cooler weather to enjoy the Peninsula’s nature without getting sunburnt. Or maybe there were simply less tourists around? Either way, Fenryl could enjoy the peace, the hubbub of activity not enough to break him away from the story of his book. Until a sickening crunch of noise echoed from outside the plaza. Grey eyes instantly flickered towards the source; the sound of a cart’s wood against pavement cracking the air. That direction was the ranching district…the slope! Slipping out of his Merman form with painful if practised ease, Fenryl snapped the book shut and picked up his blade, stuffing the former away in a pocket and hooking the blade to his hip. No horses to slow the cart?! he thought wildly. The cart was accelerating fast, heading quickly towards the fountain. Dammit there are people there! Springing from his heels he sprinted towards the fountain, noticing people were starting to get out of the way, except for a child… With a dive, Fenryl pushed the boy out the way, leaving the cart filled with vegetables to do a wrenching crash into the fountain. Vegetables flew everywhere, but the sea of veggies in the way meant Fenryl couldn’t spot the owner of the cart until he heard the biggest splash. Letting the kid down with a pat on the head, the Merman frowned. So reckless going down that slope without horses! Is she a new rancher who doesn’t know the town that well? he considered. But shit, what if she died from that? Or injured for that matter? And the vegetables were well grown…thieves just waited for this sort of thing, but he couldn’t save both the produce and the human. That and the matter of payment…she was obviously inexperienced and half her produce was inedible now, so maybe he should cut her a break… So instead, he jumped into the fountain, a couple of feet deep. Guess I’ll ask her for some fruit instead! Wading through, he soon spotted the culprit, a young girl with brown hair, floating in the shallow waters. Picking her up bridal style, he narrowed his eyes at her unconscious form, before raising his head to look around him. “There any doctors here?” he cried out to the watching crowd as he emerged out of the fountain. A few shaking heads. “Dammit,” he hissed. The Infirmary was more than a ten minute sprint away, and carrying her as well would double that time…but the Inn was nearby, along with his room. His medical knowledge might be half-assed, but unless the girl could get some ice on her head she’d suffer more than a concussion. There were no goddamn “what ifs?” in this scenario, although when she woke up he’d certainly be having a field trip of awkward times… Uuuuugh the implications…well here’s hoping. “Then do this girl a favour and clean-up her stuff whilst I bring her to the Inn!” he ordered to the congregation. And off sprinting to the Inn he went, girl in his arms. Gently, the Merman lowered the girl onto his bed as he caught his breath, before heading to the fridge for some ice. Fortunately there was no wound, so it was probably just the shock But with a bag of wrapped ice on her head, Fenryl’s ten minutes were up. Collapsing on a nearby chair as the pain of his transformation began, it was all he could do to get out of his book again, and simply wait.

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[SKYE Q.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] FENRYL [atrb=align, right] She felt cold. It was coming from somewhere on her body. Somewhere. It wasn't her stomach, neither her hands. It seemed to be her head, but why was her head cold? All she could remember from before was that she had lost control of her wagon, and it had crashed into the town square fountain. Her wagon full of the vegetables she was going to sell! Oh no, what had happened to them? She couldn't see anything yet. She had no control over her eyelids yet, nor her hands, though she could feel. Initially, wouldn't she be lying in the fountain pool? But she didn't feel water. And the only uncomfortable feeling right then was the coldness on her head, which she by now had located to her forehead. Oh no, had she crashed and landed so bad that someone had taken her to the hospital? Had she broken any bones? Any limbs in awkward positions? She could finally bend her fingers, just a little bit, and then move the two orbs residing under her eyelids. After a few seconds she was able to fully open them, slowly but thoroughly. All she could see was the roof above her, so she was inside somewhere. Was she really in the hospital? She tried moving her fingers more, clutching the fabric that seemed to be underneath her. It felt like a bed. The soft, bouncy touch of a bed. Then she was in the hospital. It had to be. There was no one around her, however, she could hear. Almost complete silence. She had no find out if it was really the hospital she was in, or somewhere else. But where could she be, if not at the emergency room? Though she would've heard people around her, walking and talking, but there was nothing. Only -- there was someone else nearby. She could hear them breathing. And there was something else too, but she couldn't make out what it was. She tried moving her head. It was a little stiff, and her body hurt from the landing she had had earlier, but she managed to get a full view of the room she was lying in. It was one of the inn's rooms, she noticed. Even though she hadn't spent a lot of time at the inn, she knew how it looked. Especially now. Her cousin was the previous owner of Baccar, but when he had left town, he gave her the rights to the place, making her the current owner. So naturally, she knew what it looked like inside. She also noticed something strange sitting in a chair closeby. It looked to be human, but it didn't have legs. Wait, it didn't have legs -- what the heck was it? And why was it inside with her at the inn? Blood surged to her head, worry and panic rising up inside, as she lifted herself up into a sitting position. A little too quickly, however, because the sudden movement made her woozy, and the next second she was on her back again, the room spinning around her. "Uuhh," she moaned, clutching the icepack she had wrapped around her head for some reason. It was getting painful, though, so she removed it and then tried sitting back up, more carefully now. "Who are you?!" she asked, thinking that she should have asked 'what' rather than 'who', squinting at the stranger in the chair, still clutching her head, waiting for her vision to straighten. When it did, she located the first thing she could find - a pillow - and wrapped her arms around it while trying to hide herself. She didn't think she should move from the bed just yet, so all she could do was this.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Skye WORDS 382 NOTES ~ Words were beginning to dance on the page in front of him, blurring in and out of focus. Passages began to repeat themselves over to him in his mind, and his concentration was slackening. Fenryl yawned widely, eyes briefly watering. Wow, he didn’t think he would be this bored waiting for the chick to wake up… But the haziness and familiar atmosphere of his room was beginning to seep in, heat from the kitchens below rising to circumvent around him, a haze blanketing his mind. She’d be fine if she’s like this…she was under the duvet, comfortable and with some ice on her head. She’d…be fine… “Who are you?!” “Unh?!” Instincts snapped and without realising he was still in Merman form Fenryl’s eyes opened and widened, balance lost. With a thud he fell painfully to the floor on his arms, fish tail flapping momentarily. Groaning as he transformed back into a human, he pulled himself upwards to his feet as clothes appeared, dusting himself down. Yawning, he regarded his awoken patient, a lofty smile on his face, raising his hands in a surrender-like fashion “My name’s Fenryl. Just relax miss and rest. Not gonna hurt you,” he said soothingly, slowly leaning down to pry the ice pack from her grasp. Turning to his mini-kitchen, he tossed the icepack back into the freezer before flicking the kettle on to make himself some coffee, talking to her as he worked, getting out the beans, milk and sugar. “Oh, don’t worry about your produce; I got the townsfolk to gather it up whilst I brought you to the inn,” Fenryl leaned back on the counter to face the girl, rolling up his sleeves. Though he had noticed it on bringing her to the inn, she really had long hair, but only enough at the front to cover her eyes slightly. Her initial reaction to him was fear – understandable of course and one Fenryl expected, but…she really did have long hair. It somehow irked him that it was probably longer than his own purple locks. Guess that’s another thing to focus on, if he could at all. “Want a drink?” he recalled his manners, unused to having guests. “Only got tea, coffee, hot chocolate and some squash though.” His smile was slight, but genuine. She seemed okay, thankfully, but Fenryl was still interested in how she thought she could deliver produce without horses. He also hoped she would be somewhat grateful for him going out of his way like this but well, here goes nothing…

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[SKYE Q.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] FENRYL [atrb=align, right] She was starting to panic. She could feel the blood quickening it's pace, adrenaline pumping out from somewhere, as she clutched the pillow in her arms harder. There was a man sitting in front of her. Or maybe it was a woman, she really couldn't tell. Whatever gender the person was, they had a tail! But then, did that mean that he wasn't even a human? What in the world was he? 'Oh my god.' There was no tail anymore. Instead, there were two human legs, that had appeared out of nowhere. She knew there were magical people in Sepalum, but this just seemed crazy. Or was he one of them, with the magic to transform himself into some kind of .. fish? Her heart was beating so fast. Skye touched the top of her chest in a desperate attempt to try and calm herself, while her eyes glanced around the room in case there was anything that would give this man away. Who he was. Or rather what he was. But she saw nothing. Maybe it was because she was panicking, maybe it was because she had looked too fast. It really didn't matter, though, because the transforming man opened his mouth to speak. His name was Fenryl, okay. So he had a name. If she wasn't so distracted right then, she would have remembered her manners and given him her name, but she was in no state to think of social protocol right now. But how dare he tell her to relax when she had no idea why she was even in the room with him. Skye assumed it was his own, but that only led her to think she had been taken there for some sort of horribly wrong reason. Had she been kidnapped? 'Calm down, Skye. I'm sure it's nothing like what you're thinking. Maybe he's just .. oh, I have no idea.' At least he wasn't going to hurt her. She moved herself a little closer to the edge of the bed when he reached down to pick up the ice bag she had tossed to the other end, then frowned lightly as he threw it in the freezer and started boiling water. She was about to say something when Fenryl began talking again. It started coming back to her what she had been doing earlier when he mentioned her produce. And then .. he had brought her to the inn. A flashback shot across her mind, showing her images of her cart being smashed against concrete, and her goods flying everywhere as she landed in the town fountain. Oh no! A hand came up to cover her mouth as she gasped, worry now spread across her face. She stopped what she was thinking and looked over at the guy now leaning against the mini-kitchen counter. Had he saved her? The next words Fenryl spoke caught her back to reality, back to her current situation. He was offering her a drink, although one of the suggestions was far from drinkable. "Y-you can't drink squash," she said quietly. "But thank you." She remembered her manners now. "I-I'll have tea, if it's not too much bother." Something warm to drink would be nice right now. While Fenryl started making whatever preparations was necessary for the cup of tea, Skye inched herself even closer to the edge of the mattress she was sitting on, and placed her legs on the floor. Very carefully she tried standing up, leaving the pillow she had been holding perilously. With a few cautious glances over at the purple haired man - he had really long hair, why did he have that long hair - Skye made her way over to the windows. Looking out, she could see a tabby down on the street, yawning. She attempted to beat the growing sensation in the back of her throat, but caved in and yawned herself, discreetly covering her mouth while she did so. "O-oh, right-" She hadn't given him her name yet. "I'm Skye." She looked over at him and smiled softly. Her face was probably still stricken with fear, but she tried as much as she could to hide the fact that she was in the room of a complete stranger. Alone. "S-say, why did you bring me to your room and not the hospital?" That's what any normal person would do, wasn't it? She knew she had to have passed out as she landed in the pool of water, and she could've swallowed a lot of water before anyone removed her from it, so why would he have brought her to his room?

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