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[catrionaduvall]

News of Nora

“Doctor Duvall, there is a cavalier here to see you.”  Dr. Adebayo sure didn’t sound pleased to be my social secretary, and I couldn’t blame him.  I gave him an apologetic look and words to match before standing and stretching. 

Seleme yawned from her nearby cot.  “Who is--” she started to ask the doctor, only to cut her words short when the man left the room mid-sentence. “Rude,” she said.

“The last thing he wants here is us.”  She rolled her eyes at my words, extravagantly, so I’d see it.  The process of researching a plague was proving dull for the former priestess of war.  I’d told her it would be.

“Fine,” she said.  “I’ll go see.  The cavaliers...”  She waggled her eyebrows, said a coquettish, “Ahai!” and headed out of the room. 

I splashed water on my face. Tiny script, heavy books -- gods, how the Falcons would laugh at me in my spectacles, with my hair in a bun, looking like some Priory librarian.  I was smirking at the thought when Seleme burst back into the room with a handsome young armsman in tow.

“What --”

“That daft cousin of yours went down in an airship crash.  Raid.  Pirate raid. This one found her.  She’s asking for you.”  Seleme pushed the surprised cavalier forward.

“Ahai,” he said.  “Yes.�� Nora.  She is -- I am not a doctor, outlander.  But she is in pain, if not in grave danger.  She asks for you and for another outlander here on a ...vacation.”  His voice dripped disapproval; I didn’t give a damn.  He could disapprove of us later.

“Take me there,” I said.  At least the cavalier knew how to act without all sorts of fool words being tossed around.  He turned on his heels and left, and Seleme and I followed at a jog.

[nora-duvall]

The Party She Didn’t Attend

Nora flopped back against the brightly colored bolster pillow and let out a dramatic sigh.  “Floating lanterns.  That sounds amazing.  Cat better come back and tell me about it.”

Owembe stood by the nearby window.  “No sign of the lanterns yet.”  He glanced back at Nora as he said, “I promised I would carry you, if you wished it.”

“Owembe.”  She said his name with embarrassed emphasis.  “I’m as tall as you are.  Even as strong as you are, I think you’d walk ten steps and flop over.  And I’d sprain more things.”

“I carried you further than that when I found you in the sands,” he reminded her. He swept his patterned robes out of the way as he settled in the chair by her bedside.  “It would be no hardship to hold you.”  His gaze met hers.  She looked away first, after saying his name again.

He set his left hand near her right hand on top of the blankets.  A scar circled his wrist, and an old burn scar swept along his forearm from wrist to elbow. Nora sucked in a breath.  He wasn't much older than her, and he’d lived through so much more.  "I’ve suffered so little,” she said aloud.  “You’ve suffered so much.”

Owembe chuckled.  “Not so much.  This -- I was held prisoner for a few days. We freed ourselves and avenged our dead.  The burn -- ah, that was a young man’s foolishness.  My friends and I, trying to see who could best jump over a campfire.”

Her gaze snapped up to his face.  “I would do that,” she breathed.  He had such big, dark eyes and such a strong jawline.  And he’d be shorter than her if she wore heels, but who cared?  He was a warrior, a true warrior, and -- she leaned forward, lips parted, eyes shining. “Ah, Nora, look.  The lanterns.”  He pointed toward the window and stood just as she reached for his hand.  She twisted to see little points of light drifting up into the night sky, first a few, and then what seemed like dozens, stars floating up from the ground like dandelion fluff.

“It’s gorgeous,” she said, soft and awed.  “I want to cry.”  And she did, oddly, stupidly.  Cat was so sad and Owembe was so devoted and Shiloh had come to see her and the lanterns were floating into the sky.  Life was so awful and so surprising.

“I am sorry you weren’t able to attend the festival,” Owembe said with his usual careful politeness.

She held out her hand, the one without the sprained wrist.  “I didn’t miss a thing,” she said, and tried to tug him back to his seat.

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Wind: What’s your favourite song to dance to? (Nora!)

“Oh oh oh!”  She’s finally walking around now, after the disaster of the airship crash and her sprained, well, everything.  Gingerly, slowly, but she can walk unaided – though she’s having a very good time letting her new cavalier friend Owembe do some carrying, too.  “There’s this – I can’t sing it, I’m a terrible singer, but …”

It’s off-tune and off-beat, but she croons it anyway, this lushly romantic Krytan ballad meant for midnight ballrooms and fireflies and moonlight.  “Isn’t that beautiful?” she says at the end.  “I mean, the tune, not me doing it.  Imagine that, and a pretty dress, and a partner who never steps on your toes…”  She sighs happily, lost in imagination.

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