Luvena
She was splitting her time between the citadel and the clinic. Staying a few nights a week with Israfel, and walking back to run her clinic during the day, and spending the rest of her nights here. There wasn’t much to it, a small one chambered stone house, wedged at the end of an alley. A single window across from her bed of moss and pelts, bowls of water set out for the two leonbergers that rumbled around. A single bench that served as a worktable, and above it messily organized shelves of herbs and concoctions, all serving a purpose.
It had been busy, and exhausting, running back and forth between the two, and she found herself flushing with fever more than she would have liked, especially with another hard winter drawing nearer (And she still had the rasp in her voice from the effects of the last one). But it was good, sharing a space with the fiery queen of Denocte, curling into her. She had never felt safer than she did pressed into Israfel’s side.
She was woken by the loud barking of Yara, who stood by the door, tail wagging, and then further awoken by Caelums voice on the other side, sounding rather disheartened. Luvena stretched as she pulled herself onto her hooves, bones cracking, a result of the approaching fall air. She drew the curtains before moving to the door. Both the dogs loved the fae, and were the first to greet her as she opened the door, weaving through Caelum’s legs, searching for her affection.
“Are you alright?” she asked, taking in her friends face, her own ears flicking back ever so slightly in concern. “I don’t think Pol is coming today so you can surely hide here.”
@Caelum
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