Project LVI wrote:
"Of course. You are in the Kingdom of Fenia, in the City of Widu. I... found you while strolling through the Orange Orchard... you were already unconscious... I am sorry I cannot be of more help."
The glass faltered at her lips over his last comment.
Fenia? she wondered to herself.
I remember nothing of a Fenia... she mused, regaining her composure, then setting the glass on the table. Still fully clothed from the night previous, Aingeal ran a hand through her hair, twirling the ends as she did, a common habit when she was confused or thinking about something.
Turning to the man sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked him over, trying to understand him.
Fenia? she asked, voicing her thoughts and biting her lip softly.
I don't remember hearing of a Fenia before. The last thing I remember, was being on the walls with Aengus, defending Paz. There was a fight as was every night, but this time... Aingeal said, casting her eyes downward. Her voice barely a whisper,
I failed... she said as she absently played with her hair. Aingeal never saw who got the blow in, and now it did not matter.
She was alive, well, and albeit still confused.
Again my thanks for taken care of me, she told him, giving a smile. He seemed not to be a threat, so she would not treat him as such. Tossing aside the blanket, she swung her legs over the side, her feet hitting the floor; and she tested her legs. When they seemed not to buckle, and decide to hold her, Aingeal give him a big smile.
Seems I can at least stand on my own, she said with a grin, smoothing down her tunic and giving him a look. Figuring to make the best of the situation, she turned to her benefactor and asked,
I just have two more questions for now... Who are you? And is it possible to get a meal? Suddenly I am famished.