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[22 Sep 2011|09:05pm] |
It had been a glorious celebration, worthy of the heros and their victory and lasting well into the night, until light turned the sky dirty grey. Iona spent most of the night at her father's side at one end of the hall surrounded by people listening to her father's tales, one after another, but she couldnt help but have her attention drawn aside when she saw Halbjourn Thorsson being harranged into submission by the healers and finally removed from the hall, so he could continue his recovery.
The next morning, while the inhabitents of Asgard still recovered, Iona was up, a basket tucked under her arm as she made her way through towwering halls and to the house of healing. Taking a moment to stop outside the door and smooth back her hair, she slipped in. It wasn't an easy task, she told herself, convincing the healer that she should be allowed to disturb her patient but she smiled in that same gentle way her mother did and after a stern warning not to let him get to...excited...the woman let her pass.
"Hail, victorious hero." She said with a smile, moving over to Haldjorn's bed. "Thy does not appear to require the need of all this attention..perhaps thou merely desires the company of yonder maid?" She smiled jokingly, nodding back to the healer, who was at least 3 times both of their age and hardly a "maid" in any sense of the word, trying to lighten the severity of his obvious near fatal wounds.
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