Dancing on the Edge (2)

Briseadh walked quietly along the halls of the tower in a simple, light gown and bare feet.  She hardly noticed anyone as she made her way to Moruchtuil's chambers.  Some how she had managed to find some time alone, but not enough.  Far too much had occurred in only days and she still needed to digest it all.

She stopped outside a door and arched a brow at the sounds of growling.  Quietly opening the door, she remained in the hall as it slowly swung open.  There was Moruchtuil in the middle of the bed attacking his pillow like some lion finishing off his prey.  Yet another fit had hit him.

She sighed and waited.  He would no doubt notice her soon enough.  Why he still had the fits no one knew.  The drug that was in his system had cleared a couple of days ago.

His gaze locked on her and in a heart beat he launched himself at her with a roar.  She shook her head at his sloppy charge and clotheslined him with ease despite appearing not much more than a tall wisp of a thing in her gown.  He went down hard and his breath gushed out.

Recognition finally lit his eyes.  He slowly rose to his feet licking his lips.

"Remember anything?"

His shoulders slumped as he looked from her to the torn up bed.  He shook his head causing some of his wildly loose hair to fall across his face.

She eyed him.  "I guess we  will go out on a limb with this because everyone else is clueless."

He arched a brow making him look very much like his uncle.  She pushed yearning for her husband out of her mind before it twisted the wrong way.

He then looked down at himself and flushed.  "May I put a robe on first."

"If it makes you feel better, but there really isn't anyone here to notice.  A few servants and the others, well ..."  She smiled slyly as she turned away.  "Come along."

He hurriedly slipped on a robe as he followed her down the hallway.

She led him outside into the moonlit garden where several spites chittered, but stood still to watch.  Near them stood the dryad in her tree like battle form.

Moruchtuil eyed the dryad warily as she reached out and put a limb against his shoulders. 

Briseadh simply nodded to the dryad as she turned to leave.  One glance back revealed the dryad in her beautiful, elfish form hugging her nephew.  She hurriedly found her favorite spot in the garden where she finally let the tears flow.  She was through mourning her husband, but she needed someone to hold.  She could not even turn to Enilam for he had gone missing after a very short break from the war.  Actually, after he had moved with her to the new regiment, she had not seen or heard from him since.  No one had.

A sad smile spread her lips.  She did have a lot of friends, but of them only one felt very close.  Maybe she could go talk to him.  The two had always been able to share their rants on just about any topic.  Though the last time she had her need to rant he had responded with a warm hug and a kiss to the cheek.  No, she needed to stay alone for a bit or that could wind up turning into something she was not ready for.