The Shed 13

a reply to: Sheye

Of course it's ok. Reply whenever you feel like it! Hope your day is going well!

Hello Shedisans - happy Monday to you all!

I don't think I said welcome to a few folks:
GoShredAK sounds like you've been here before, so welcome back (?).
MamaShredAK, welcome to the Shed.
I like the pics of the wood and especially the stove. We have a woodburning stove we inherited in the property we bought last year, but it's probably 50-60 years old. Yours looks much older. I'd guess ours is beyond saving, but I'm not certain.

Sheye, welcome to the Shed!

a reply to: PrairieShepherd


Hi Shep! Nice to see you today! Will you be writing a story entry in here any time soon?

a reply to: Night Star

Now?

Link to all posts in Sheds 11 and 12
(Shed 13) Page 55 - An Interview
(Shed 13) Page 66 - Detour
(Shed 13) Page 69 - What You Can't See
(Shed 13) Page 70 - Lives Given, Lives Saved Part 1
(Shed 13) Page 73 - Lives Given, Lives Saved Part 2
(Shed 13) Page 120 - News Comes to the Lord Captain

Today's episode: Lowaeren

“A few days rest and you will be good as new, Seeress.”

“I feel fine, Seer Lowaeren, thank you. I would not burden you any further.”

“I insist…”

The Seer continued as he returned to the bedside with a tray of dates, grapes, and almonds, but Siere let the words roll over her. In truth her wounds did still hurt, and her head felt as though the tall man’s sword had indeed split it in half. No doubt an aftereffect of the last surge of tamborae she had Worked to disable the attackers, or perhaps the style of healing they used here. Tamborae was powerful, but Temple healings for serious wounds like she had been given only brought the patient out of crisis. “The body knows best how to heal itself,” her mentor, Meioshi Caran, had told her over and over again.

Seer Lowaeren had begun talking about an obscure part of the Book of Voices when they were interrupted by a timid looking Bearer. She stood nervously by the door, eyes downcast.

“Stop fidgeting, lass,” snapped the Seer. “Why are you here?”

“Your Grace…” the girl mumbled, bowing her head.

“Speak up, girl! Honestly.”

“I’m sorry, your Grace,” squeaked the initiate, “Lord Gaalen Braeghe is here to visit the Seeress.” She looked wide-eyed at Siere. Seer Lowaeren raised a dark eyebrow at the news.

“I sent for him, your Grace. It was his man that was killed today trying to protect me.”

“Foolish notion, that a Seeress of the Temple needs protection by armsmen,” grumped the Seer.

“In Lord Braeghe’s defense, I was in fact taken by surprise. If his man hadn’t been there, I would likely have been killed.”

Seer Lowaeren grunted quietly, but declined to respond. Instead he turned to the Bearer. “Well, send him in, child! What are you waiting for?”

~-*-~

Lord Braeghe's face was set when he entered, the muscles on his jaw popping out as he clenched his teeth. Seer Lowaeren stood.

“Lord Braeghe, we are honored to receive you. Would you sit?”

“Thank you, no, Seer. I have business elsewhere today and cannot stay long. How are you feeling, Seeress?” he said, turning to Siere. The man was a simmering pot ready to boil over.

“I will recover, thank you, Lord Braeghe.” She felt as though she should say more, but nothing came to mind.

Gaalen nodded tightly. “Good. What happened?”

Siere was somewhat taken aback at his abrupt manner, but she began to relate the details as best she could. You Corrected him, he has cause, she thought. Her head hurt, her side hurt, and her thoughts kept scattering. She found she could not look directly at him. His intense brown eyes, catching the flickering light, made her uncomfortable. He asked pointed questions, always in that same clipped way of speaking, always with an edge to his voice that just missed harsh. She found herself remembering more details than she expected, guided by his questions, but it was still very little and nothing really specific. His stony demeanor wore on her, and she began to feel tense and more than a little annoyed. He looked as though it might explode into violence at any moment, and she considered giving him a Correction to remind him of how things should stand between a woman and a man.

“Lord Braeghe,” Lowaeren cut in while she was fumbling for yet another hazy memory, “is this really necessary?”

Gaalen glanced at the Seer, then returned to Siere. “Tell me about the tall man again. Can you remember anything else? Any marks, a scar, a tattoo? Or what about his sword?”
Siere had enough. “His sword? You mean while it was swinging at my face? No I'm afraid not,” she snapped, more harshly than she intended.

Lord Braeghe's eyes narrowed. “Well, then, what about his...”

“Lord Braeghe, I really must insist. The Seeress has been through quite enough today,” Seer Lowaeren cut in.

“Jenathal, please,” Siere held up a placating hand to the Seer. “Lord Braeghe, why are you so upset with me?”

Gaalen paused a moment, looking at her without expression. “Why am I upset? Did you know Corporal Baeler, Lady Meron? Did you know anything about him? I did. He is two years my junior. His family still grows olives not a league from Braeghe estate, around the shore of Lake Naonn from us. His father rode to Estaelan with Braeghe Color, and his uncle took an arrow through his neck saving the life of my father. Corporal Baeler's wife is Jillan, who owns a bakery. She is a lovely woman who makes sweet rolls for his squad at the Bastion once a week on Highday. He told me once that she had never Corrected him, not a single time in their entire marriage. His son Taliar dreams of riding as a scout with Lord Robaer, and celebrates his sixth Ring in two months.” He clenched a fist. “You women may not care much about a man’s life, but I lost a good man today, Seeress Meron, and all I have to go on to find the one who did it is that he was tall!” He hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave.

“Lord Braeghe,” Siere called, “I am sorry about Corporal Baeler. Had it not been for his courage, I would likely be dead. He died with honor, and I assure you I will see him recognized for it.”

Gaalen nodded sharply, and his face softened. It was just a fleeting moment, but she saw a man who was weary, whose cares weighed heavily on him. Just as quickly, the steel mask returned.

“When you are recovered fully, please visit me at the Bastion. In the meantime, I will have additional men sent to the Temple as your escort. Good day Seeress, Seer.”

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edit on 1-30-2017 by PrairieShepherd because: wow - really missed a piece on this one

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Thank you for your latest story entry Shep! Always a pleasure to read! I will look forward to more of your adventure and that of others as well.

I guess our dear Gordi is still suffering with the man flu. Pixies, haven't you visited Gordi yet?
Pixies: "No, it is a long way to travel, we haven't arrived yet."
Night Star: "Well take a plane."
Pixies "Take a what?'
Night Star: "Oh never mind! Use your magic!"

Busy my dear Sheddites, but popping in and out. Hugs!

a reply to: Night Star

YES ME TOO...AS I JUST GOT MY HIP XRAY...AND I DONT REALLY SEE ANY THING WRONG...SO I GUESS I AM JUST A BIG LIAR ABOUT BEING IN PAIN..I DONT KNOW BUT I ONLY KNOW I HURT LIKE HELL...

a reply to: ccbears

They will have to continue taking tests to find what the problem is CC. I know it sucks to wait, but if they can find the problem, they can finally take steps to help you.

a reply to: ccbears

CC? Night has a very good point, about what's ailing You. They will keep testing until the source of pain is found. Also, if one doc gives up, we will find another...

OK.I'm posting this one just because...

a reply to: SyxPak


Hello my dragon friend! I love the cute and colorful dragon pic!



While Kaelci and others are lurking in the bushes and corners, I'm over at youtube, but still checking in.

a reply to: Night Star

I AM JUST SO SICK OF THIS PAIN ANY MORE...MAYBE ITS THAT ONE ILLNESS..THAT MAKES YOUR WHOLE BODY HURT...I CANT THINK OF THE NAME OF IT..MY WHOLE BODY AT TIMES ARE IN SO MUCH PAIN I DONT CARE TO D ANY THING..AS I KNOW SOME THING WILL HURT...I FEEL LIKE JUST GETTING OUT OF HERE WOULD BE BETTER..AND THAN I WILL NEVER BE IN PAIN AGAIN..I DONT KNOW...BUT THANKS NIGHT AND SYX AS WELL..LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCHIERS..

a reply to: ccbears

I forgot what it was like to be completely pain free. I have my good days and bad and some very bad. My meds help somewhat, especially the one for nerve damage/ neuropathy. That can burn like hell and comes with sharp shooting pains. I can take up to 3 per day but am taking one or two. I am limited in how much I can do because of the spinal stenosis, but I don't want to risk a back operation as they are dangerous and scares the hell out of me. So, unless I get to a point where I'll end up in a wheelchair, I'll just take the meds and struggle through.

At least you are taking the right steps and have the ball rolling in the right direction by seeing a Doctor and having the tests that are necessary to find out where the problems may lie. Hang in there Hun! Don't forget, you belong to the "Everything Hurts club" with me Skiddy and Syx. LOL Our next event will be going to the movies where we can sit comfortably and then dine out in a fancy restaurant somewhere and have a few drinks. It will be our first event. LOL

]]]]]]]]]]HUGS[[[[[[[[[[[[ to you CC
a reply to: ccbears
Pain is terrible. Others can't see it and some of us are hyper sensitive to no fault of our own. Pain creates fear, which is a healthy response so we can find the cause. But chronic pain just creates stress.
I pray you can handle it and find ways to distract your mind from it. I know it can be a vicious cycle. But don't give up.

Perhaps you can find moments in the day where it is gone. Try to remember that feeling, really feel it so when it is bad you can pull that memory up.

Hello and Welcome

a reply to: Sheye
You found the enchanted realm I hope you have a lovely time.
WIS

a reply to: Night Star

OK I AM IN THE PAIN CLUB NOW...IS THERE A PAGE FOR THIS YET...I JUST WANT THE PAINS GONE..

NOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD PLAIN.MOIVES AND THEN TO A FANCY RESTAURANT..LOVE IT..

a reply to: WalkInSilence

HELLO WIS...YES I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SAYING..AND YES THIS PAIN I HAVE HAS GIVEN ME ALOT OF STRESS ON MY SHOLDERS..MAYBE THATS WHY THEY HURT...I HAVE TO MUCH ON MY PLATE AS THE PAIN IS HERE..I CAN LAY DOWN AND THINK OF NICE THINGS..BUT IF I MOVE OUCH...THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR PRAYERS...

Wis, I LOVE that pic!!!!!!!! Wow! Hope you had a lovely weekend!

CC, there is no special page for our club. We are all right here at the shed.

We can dine out here.

Just feelin' lovey dovey!

((hugs))


*MWAH* !!!

This is a beautiful quote but I am not sure I like the implications.

How I wish life was much more pleasant. I too have a lesson or two to learn.

Any who, my beloved "Jack'Beagle" is ill, very and that bothers me much more than any ailment I could have. He sniffed out a carcass and when I finally found him he had taken "his share". I am to blame, I should not let him off the leash but he is so happy when he can run free and usually he comes at my call. He is twelve now. A grand old bugger.
Of course he starts to "act up" after ordinary vet hours, so I would have to drive all most 80 miles to get him to a vet.

I feel so terrible, but then how was I to know he would sniff it out a quarter mile away.

Well that is why I count you in the pack Young Lady.

a reply to: TNMockingbird
That is one wonderful sentiment.
Don't you forget how you, yes you, bring us wholesome gifts of joy and compassion.