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[castinstars-blog]

         By the time the moon rose high in the sky he had emptied three bowls of pinked water, refilled them with a steaming replacement and diligently tended to the ill Albion noble. The worst of it seemed to have been quelled with a concoction of herbs ( which still left a rather bitter taste at the back of his tongue ) that fought off the excursion of blood from her mouth. Now she could sleep, at least. Blood colored his fingers, splotched against the wrists of his tunic, and a few spatters painted his cheeks, but Carric was far too used to this. It was the breath of fresh air that calmed him, a small moment of time to allow the noble some rest ... as well as himself a break from the consistent tending. He enjoyed the moonlight, the smear of stars high above, and needed only the cover of the balcony to hide the faint glow of his flesh. “Do I have to head back in?” Without looking to his company he spoke, eyes out toward the field below the noble’s property. Of course he enjoyed his job, but he needed more than just a second of solace.

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