Skye looked at the captive with a somewhat dazed look, then her gaze sharpened. Standing up abruptly, she strode over with an agitated air. Lyulfe appeared through the door at that moment, unbidden, and hurried over to the half-elf's side.
After examining the semi-conscious vagabond and having a whispered and heated conversation between them, Lyulfe walked away.
"Captain!" he called urgently. Skye brushed back the captive's hair from her hot face with her cool hands.
"It's alright now, we'll get you better," she said in a soothing voice.
"Sleep now, sleep..." As the captive started to doze off, Skye looked around impatiently for Lyulfe and the captain.
I don't care if this person attempted to hijack the ship and call herself a pirate, she still shouldn't have been allowed to get in this bad condition! the half-elf thought angrily to herself, while her hands continued to soothe the girl's face. She thought over her song lore that could possibly help, and sighed slightly.
I'll have to enlist Lyulfe's help... better be careful. At least I know a little bit more about this girl though... she must not have lived too hard a life, if she's in this bad a shape... she must have a very interesting history, behind that face, Skye mused to herself.
ooc- thanx for all the poem compliments [img]smile.gif[/img] all the thanx should go to Brian Jacques, and his wonderful writing and poetic talents! *claps and cheers*
I was sorta looking for a reaction to the last poem, more of a "grr, I hate my parents" or a "waah, I miss my mummie," but getting sick and semi-conscious works too, hehe
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