The Grace to Mend~ [[Feather||Aisling]]

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/8158/havenforummockup2mid2.png] The day was rather hot, and disgusting to boot. The air seemed to stick to ones pelt at even the slightest motion. Oh how the albino tom hated summer, although his thin pelt was quite perfect for the season he couldn't stand a second of it. Haven pushed his way through the small forest of trees that sat neatly behind the palace, his pace was furious and clumsy with rage, his bow clutched in one hand and his herbal vile in the other. "I'm not doing this for him, I'm NOT!" he muttered to himself angrily, his brow creased in deep agitation. All morning, since the first light of dawn broke, Haven found himself training painfully hard, and no matter how hard he thought he just couldn't a finger on the cause of his sudden mostivation. It was an odd and enlightened feeling...that was until he realized why he was trying so hard. His body ached greatly and his vile was empty, not a single drop to aid his now ailing body. 'Darn this illness...' he spat mentally at this curse that had befallen him and seemingly ruined his life. As he broke the tree line he bounded over the garden fence and continue toward the palace back door, until he stopped, shaking in rage. As he stood silently, only his uneven breath could be heard, and the soothing rippling of water that spewed hypnotically from the fountain that sat gracefully in the center of the properly trimmed bushes and daintly placed flower beds.

[whitefeathur]

Aisling had been quietly mulling over the swirl of thoughts in her head like the water of the fountain swirled around her toes, her mind raced continuously. With mere days away she had caught herself day dreaming constantly. All sorts of silly, overly romanticized thoughts danced behind her big green eye. Apart from the chirping birds and the constant hum of bugs, the gardens were silent, but not for long. As she sat and gazed off to only what her eyes could see, one of the very toms she thought of bounded out of the brush. The tom looked furious and uncomfortable,it didn't take an expert to see he was in one of his moods, Aisling jumped from her spot. More startled than anything to see Haven back at the castle, "Your highness, I-i didn't expect to see you home just yet!" She curtsied. Taking another quick look up she noticed the empty bottle in the prince's hands. She scurried over, "Haven are you alright? How long have you been without your medicine?!" Now she was worried, she hoped he wasn't in too much pain, because it'd take her an hour or more to walk down into the lower town to find the ether he so desperately needed..

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/8158/havenforummockup2mid2.png] Haven hadn't noticed the petite she-cat until she was right in front of him, worrying madly about the young heir's condition. He was taken aback by her strong advances but his anger continued yet again to boil over, his heart racing as his blood pressure rose like that of an awaking volcano. Haven pulled back, rose his bow to the air and tossed it to the side rather forcefully, the bow cried with a peircing metal echo that sened to dance past the bushes until all was quiet again. He moved his red eyes to look to Aisling, his gaze was a mix of fury, sadness, and a hint of an underlying apology. "I'm fine, Aisling...what have I told you about calling me highness? That's my father's title...maybe bastard would fit him better..." an eerie smile etched his maw, clearly amused by his resentful joke, until a stinking pain split his head and he grasped his temples in pain. "I'm sorry, Aisling....I'm gonna go" he said, his voice seeming to relay how exhausted his body really felt. He hated when others had to care for him, especially when it was his illness that caused his need of assistance. Haven began to stagger toward the palace back door but only took a few steps before swaying and slowly lowering himself into a sitting position on the cobblestoned ground of the garden, a moan escaped his maw.

[whitefeathur]

As Haven slammed his bow down on the ground angrily he looked to her, she didn't divert her gaze, but met his head on. She didn't want him to think she feared him, in the end she knew his mood was mostly due to his pain. Perhaps a little towards his predicament with his father, either way, it wasn't meant for her. She brushed off his joke," Sorry Haven, you just startled me, I figured you would be out all day.." As she spoke her worry for the heir only increased as he made to leave. Seeing him drop down to the ground only made her blood run cold. "Haven! " She rushed over to his side, he had been without his medication longer than she thought. This was bad, it would take an hour to get to market, get the special concoction made, and then get back. By then his pain and suffering would be ten fold. She thought for a moment, "Haven, will you let me use my magic?" It was the only quick solution she could think of..."Unless you have more medicine in your quarters it's going to take me a while to get it, but I can sooth your pain, at least for a small while, until we can get you some more. " Her tail flickered nervously behind her, she looked at him with pleading eyes. She'd never pushed her magic that far, but she wasn't sure what else to do. He would be her first heal, she only hoped it was capable of honest help. It was risky, and somewhat personal; she had heard when a healer used their magic, for a moment they would share themselves. She would take his pain, and replace it with her own health, for a brief moment, they would know what it was like to be the other. They would, essentially, try on one another's shoes. Guess she might know for herself soon enough... She knelt down beside him, waiting for his sudden pain to pass, and for his answer.