To be human again, after ten thousand years
To be human again, after ten thousand years. Ten thousand years of being exactly what she wished to be, nothing more, nothing less. It was excruciating. Very nearly intolerable. Her skin might as well be a cage; her bones the weights of the pedestal that held it bound.
And with a body came clothing, not even that of her own design or choosing. Instead what ever might be found. Drapery for her cage. At least Cameron had brought a dress to the infirmary when Dr. Beckett released her. A long, flowing gown of forest green, inappropriate for the climate, but suitable for the sorceress she had been in Arthur's day.
She tugged at the hem, straightening it as she sat in the chair that Cameron pulled out for her. The table before her was spread with food she did not wish to eat, but must if she would have strength enough and clarity of mind to seek Ascension another time.
No matter that she had told him she would eat sparingly - vegetables, and poultry as a concession to Dr. Beckett's concerns for her fatigue, Cameron insisted on laying the table with food enough for Arthur's noblemen. Vegetables and fruits there were, and poultry, but also a savory stew made, apparently, by Daniel's boyfriend, the geneticist, baked goods and sweets. To drink he had brought her juices, milk, her choice of stimulants, tea or coffee, along with the water she had requested. Far more than she could eat in one sitting, or even three. And worse, Cameron seemed to take it as his personal responsibility to see that she ate as much of this meal as she could stomach.
She glanced back along her shoulder to where he stood, watching over her, but though her lips pressed together in a thin line of displeasure, truthfully, she was glad of his company. He knew who she was and what she had been, enough not to insult her intelligence, and not so much, like Daniel, as to be a constant reminder of all she had lost. He recalled for her of one of Arthur's knights. Percival, perhaps, with his good heart, pleasing manners and strong build.
Suppressing a sigh, Morgan directed her attention back to the food in front of her and fought the inchoate panic of needing food to subsist. "Five knights and their horses could not eat this much."
Morgan arrived on the island yesterday in a private debut. She's Dr. Jill Langston's identical clone, and knows very little about the island. Come talk or help her eat, but beware the knight. XD Cam's lurking around in this post, and may jump in at Morgan's request. If so, the order will be your pup, Cameron, Morgan. Timed to late evening Thursday. Obviously, LT/ST welcome, please check her wiki regarding what Morgan might know about your pup, if you want her to. Contrary to appearances, it's possibly the best time to meet her.
And with a body came clothing, not even that of her own design or choosing. Instead what ever might be found. Drapery for her cage. At least Cameron had brought a dress to the infirmary when Dr. Beckett released her. A long, flowing gown of forest green, inappropriate for the climate, but suitable for the sorceress she had been in Arthur's day.
She tugged at the hem, straightening it as she sat in the chair that Cameron pulled out for her. The table before her was spread with food she did not wish to eat, but must if she would have strength enough and clarity of mind to seek Ascension another time.
No matter that she had told him she would eat sparingly - vegetables, and poultry as a concession to Dr. Beckett's concerns for her fatigue, Cameron insisted on laying the table with food enough for Arthur's noblemen. Vegetables and fruits there were, and poultry, but also a savory stew made, apparently, by Daniel's boyfriend, the geneticist, baked goods and sweets. To drink he had brought her juices, milk, her choice of stimulants, tea or coffee, along with the water she had requested. Far more than she could eat in one sitting, or even three. And worse, Cameron seemed to take it as his personal responsibility to see that she ate as much of this meal as she could stomach.
She glanced back along her shoulder to where he stood, watching over her, but though her lips pressed together in a thin line of displeasure, truthfully, she was glad of his company. He knew who she was and what she had been, enough not to insult her intelligence, and not so much, like Daniel, as to be a constant reminder of all she had lost. He recalled for her of one of Arthur's knights. Percival, perhaps, with his good heart, pleasing manners and strong build.
Suppressing a sigh, Morgan directed her attention back to the food in front of her and fought the inchoate panic of needing food to subsist. "Five knights and their horses could not eat this much."
Morgan arrived on the island yesterday in a private debut. She's Dr. Jill Langston's identical clone, and knows very little about the island. Come talk or help her eat, but beware the knight. XD Cam's lurking around in this post, and may jump in at Morgan's request. If so, the order will be your pup, Cameron, Morgan. Timed to late evening Thursday. Obviously, LT/ST welcome, please check her wiki regarding what Morgan might know about your pup, if you want her to. Contrary to appearances, it's possibly the best time to meet her.