Of Monsters and Flowers [Sihtric Kjartansson]

Act II: Chapter Four

Winchester
Kingdom of Wessex

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Her pale hands trembled, nimble fingers grasped onto the basin as she leaned over it with her head tilted down this caused her hair to fall and encircle her, the brown locks covered her from the flicker of candle fire. The blazing flame casted a yellow gleam across the small room as Lynette pushed her hair back and stood back up. Her stare latched itself ahead into the small mirror, her reflection peered back at her and for a moments time she stayed there unable to blink as the sickening feeling emerged once more. With a gasp she leaned back down and emptied the small contents of her stomach into the basin her chest heaving in discomfort.

Though her feet are secured and stable on the ground her body felt as if she were upon a deck of a ship that was forcing itself through a swarm of tumultuous waves, she felt a flood of nausea take a hold of her senses and her stomach recoiled into itself- twisting into a manner which made her feel queasy, the need to sit down had overwhelmed her.

Lynette grabbed a cloth and washed up, using a different tiny one to clean her face before she peered back into the mirror. Behind her the arch of candlelight filtered through and draped the room in a gentle tone. It brought Lynette a small sliver of solace amidst the raging storm of worry that had began to spread- thriving on her nature to quickly fall into the hands of distress. She is not one to get sick easily so this uncomfortable attack of vomiting she had unexpectedly experienced had troubled her, immensely.

Her eyes held a trace of fatigue in them. Lynette knew something was wrong and she hoped it was a malady stricken from the winter chill, the air had suddenly dropped and from that it delivered forth a numbing embrace. She glanced once more before taking her leave, her eyes adjusted to the illumination that peeked through the partially drawn curtains, the sunlight streamed through composing mellow shapes across the wooden floor.

A groan emitted through the calm air and Lynette's gaze drifted toward the bed, the covers messily wrapped around a body, hair dishevelled and sprawled over a pillow and limbs outstretched. Her lips curved into an amused smile as she observed his tired and sleepy state slowly become confused as the palm of his hand patted the side of the bed she once occupied.

Across from the bed the fire cackled, the wood burnt and the spurts of flames rising floated away into the air, she could feel its warmth cloak the exposed skin of her arms. Her hands reached forward toward a jug of water, her fingers shook slightly but she ignored it and decided it was from the besetting exhaustion she felt. Her lips wrapped themselves over the rim of the cup and she took a large sip, the cool water revived her parched throat and she felt as if she could now breathe comfortably without the feel of dry air pinching at her.