Post by Porter on Mar 2, 2006 21:49:47 GMT -5
A muted moan could be heard from the unconscious man as he started to stir on the couch. The subtle fragrances of lavender and vanilla drifted in the air, enticing the man to come around. However the persistent throbbing in the recesses of his head did little to encourage this. Eventually the man’s will overtook the physical ailments. The velvet cushions moved with little resistance when Erick shifted his weight, allowing him to change effortlessly into a seat position. His emerald orbs strained to widen their focus as the rays from the morning Sun had started to creep into the room through a gap in the curtains. The energy Erick felt in the room was familiar to the Shaman but with his physical condition, he was unable to put a finger on its source.
“Good to see you are no worse for wear.” The woman’s soothing voice helped to ease the throbbing pain. Turning to face its source, a tentative smile appeared when Erick spotted the familiar face. Her angelic features framed by shoulder lengths of ivory locks. “Though I fear to imagine what may have come of you had I not stumbled across you.”
Erick offered a nod in agreement as he tried to rise to his feet, failing in his attempt. “Would had been left to the dogs Sirah.” He responded as the cushions of the couch accepted his weight once more. “Drek, why does it feel like I was broad sided by a truck.” Erick managed through a stifled groan.
“Not sure if it was a team of them or just a real bad ass.” She replied as she casually lifted a nearby bamboo tray and carried it over to Erick. Her long manicured nails traced the ceramic surface until they found the handle. Taking the warm mug in her grasp, Sirah offered it to him. “Try this, it should help some.”
Erick took hold of the offering and brought it to the edge of his lips. A wisp of steam drifted over the surface of the amber liquid. “They?” He asked after he gave a cautious whisper of cool air over the hot elixir.
Sirah’s soft demeanor took a more serious tone as she sat down next to him, the cushions barely moving under her lithe form. “Mayhaps a couple of mages,” she paused in thought for a moment, “Or one more powerful than you hun.”
“How can ya tell?” Erick asked before he took the initial sip. The pungent liquid, made up of tea, honey, and various unknown extracts, washed down his throat and started draw the aches and pains from his body.
“The alley I found you in. It reeked of magic. And not the good kind.” The dark emerald fabric that covered her legs moved gently as she altered her position, giving her a better angle towards Erick. “Not sure if they want the package or you.”
Sirah’s question caused Erick’s head to tilt with curiosity. At the same moment, his hand sought out the leather satchel that had not left his side since he left Portland. It was then he realized the thousands of Nuyen he had lost for the failed delivery. “Me?”
He could see Sirah’s narrow shoulders rise and fall in answer to his question. “Don’t know hun. Just speculating. Just seems pointless for a simple package. ” A soft sigh passed over her thin lips. “And don’t worry I’ll deal with the recipient. We have a solid history together and should be able to smooth things out.”
Erick could see Sirah lost in thought. Her lavender orbs, twinkled with the energy she possessed, looked past him, into the distance. The woman before him was still a mystery. Even after the past few years in Seattle, Erick had been unable to determine if the persona before him was her true nature or if she was a devious person. If latter was not true, then perhaps she did not know what he was transporting. Erick still was unsure about the package’s contents, except for the force he felt trying to escape.
Sirah came to, offering Erick a reassuring smile. “I won’t let this sour our future dealing. You have proven quite resourceful in the past to help us move past this.”
With one fluid motion, Erick drank the remainder of the tea. “Thanks Sirah. Though I intend to find out who was layin’ in wait for me. And the package too if they have it still.” He said with a confident tone. Erick started to formulate a plan as he rose from the couch with more success.
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Sirah said as she looked up to the Shaman. Her light gaze studied the man and assessing if the healing had started.
“Always do.” Erick responded when he gathered his lined jacket from the pile on the floor. He gave Sirah a little wink before he turned and headed out of her shop. The morning was still young and a visit to the park would be needed if he hoped to gain any insight into his mysterious attacker.
To Be Continued...
“Good to see you are no worse for wear.” The woman’s soothing voice helped to ease the throbbing pain. Turning to face its source, a tentative smile appeared when Erick spotted the familiar face. Her angelic features framed by shoulder lengths of ivory locks. “Though I fear to imagine what may have come of you had I not stumbled across you.”
Erick offered a nod in agreement as he tried to rise to his feet, failing in his attempt. “Would had been left to the dogs Sirah.” He responded as the cushions of the couch accepted his weight once more. “Drek, why does it feel like I was broad sided by a truck.” Erick managed through a stifled groan.
“Not sure if it was a team of them or just a real bad ass.” She replied as she casually lifted a nearby bamboo tray and carried it over to Erick. Her long manicured nails traced the ceramic surface until they found the handle. Taking the warm mug in her grasp, Sirah offered it to him. “Try this, it should help some.”
Erick took hold of the offering and brought it to the edge of his lips. A wisp of steam drifted over the surface of the amber liquid. “They?” He asked after he gave a cautious whisper of cool air over the hot elixir.
Sirah’s soft demeanor took a more serious tone as she sat down next to him, the cushions barely moving under her lithe form. “Mayhaps a couple of mages,” she paused in thought for a moment, “Or one more powerful than you hun.”
“How can ya tell?” Erick asked before he took the initial sip. The pungent liquid, made up of tea, honey, and various unknown extracts, washed down his throat and started draw the aches and pains from his body.
“The alley I found you in. It reeked of magic. And not the good kind.” The dark emerald fabric that covered her legs moved gently as she altered her position, giving her a better angle towards Erick. “Not sure if they want the package or you.”
Sirah’s question caused Erick’s head to tilt with curiosity. At the same moment, his hand sought out the leather satchel that had not left his side since he left Portland. It was then he realized the thousands of Nuyen he had lost for the failed delivery. “Me?”
He could see Sirah’s narrow shoulders rise and fall in answer to his question. “Don’t know hun. Just speculating. Just seems pointless for a simple package. ” A soft sigh passed over her thin lips. “And don’t worry I’ll deal with the recipient. We have a solid history together and should be able to smooth things out.”
Erick could see Sirah lost in thought. Her lavender orbs, twinkled with the energy she possessed, looked past him, into the distance. The woman before him was still a mystery. Even after the past few years in Seattle, Erick had been unable to determine if the persona before him was her true nature or if she was a devious person. If latter was not true, then perhaps she did not know what he was transporting. Erick still was unsure about the package’s contents, except for the force he felt trying to escape.
Sirah came to, offering Erick a reassuring smile. “I won’t let this sour our future dealing. You have proven quite resourceful in the past to help us move past this.”
With one fluid motion, Erick drank the remainder of the tea. “Thanks Sirah. Though I intend to find out who was layin’ in wait for me. And the package too if they have it still.” He said with a confident tone. Erick started to formulate a plan as he rose from the couch with more success.
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Sirah said as she looked up to the Shaman. Her light gaze studied the man and assessing if the healing had started.
“Always do.” Erick responded when he gathered his lined jacket from the pile on the floor. He gave Sirah a little wink before he turned and headed out of her shop. The morning was still young and a visit to the park would be needed if he hoped to gain any insight into his mysterious attacker.
To Be Continued...