07-08-2010, 10:51 AM
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There was a reluctance in Conor as he turned his attention to the stars again before responding to Bris' concern. Her brow was still furrowed in worry, but she relaxed a bit as the male's gentle voice washed over her like honey. A tiny shiver of something suddenly ran up her spine as her name slipped past his lips, but the white woman covered her girlish emotions well for the time being. The spaher chewed her lip a bit until the rest of the words left Conor's mouth. Somewhat satisfied by his explanation for the moment, Bris settled back into a more relaxed position again.
Come to think of it, a couple of things made a little sense with Conor's words. Bris' chosen second-story bedroom in their shared house was under that of Conor, seeing as how his quarters composed the entirety of the attic. For the past couple of weeks, Bris could hear movement in the darkest hours of the night coming from Conor's room, but never enough to wake her from sleep. The woman had just assumed he was changing positions or something similar. But now, with how tired he was beginning to seem, could it be that he was losing sleep for some reason? If so, why?
As she mulled things over in her mind, Bris once again turned her eyes to the glittering stars. They were captivating, and there was always something so very peaceful about their steady, dependable light. Bris knew very little about astronomy, but she knew that the paths of the stars were constant and were something that could be and had been mapped in the past. It was a comforting constant in a world full of chance and change. "With everything that's happened, I can understand why you wouldn't be sleeping all that wonderfully. Oh! Isn't there some sort of herb that can help with that? I remember reading something about tea, about there being different types for different things. Maybe someone knows something about that? It could be worth looking into. What about Colibri? She's good with herbs, right?" As the idea had come to her, Bris' attention had once again fallen to Conor. She could be grasping at straws for all she truly knew (herbs and things of that nature were definitely not her strong point, though she had a certain curiosity for things), but she wanted to help somehow, if at all possible. If she couldn't help, then at least she hoped to be pleasant company in the cozy house they shared.
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There was a reluctance in Conor as he turned his attention to the stars again before responding to Bris' concern. Her brow was still furrowed in worry, but she relaxed a bit as the male's gentle voice washed over her like honey. A tiny shiver of something suddenly ran up her spine as her name slipped past his lips, but the white woman covered her girlish emotions well for the time being. The spaher chewed her lip a bit until the rest of the words left Conor's mouth. Somewhat satisfied by his explanation for the moment, Bris settled back into a more relaxed position again.
Come to think of it, a couple of things made a little sense with Conor's words. Bris' chosen second-story bedroom in their shared house was under that of Conor, seeing as how his quarters composed the entirety of the attic. For the past couple of weeks, Bris could hear movement in the darkest hours of the night coming from Conor's room, but never enough to wake her from sleep. The woman had just assumed he was changing positions or something similar. But now, with how tired he was beginning to seem, could it be that he was losing sleep for some reason? If so, why?
As she mulled things over in her mind, Bris once again turned her eyes to the glittering stars. They were captivating, and there was always something so very peaceful about their steady, dependable light. Bris knew very little about astronomy, but she knew that the paths of the stars were constant and were something that could be and had been mapped in the past. It was a comforting constant in a world full of chance and change. "With everything that's happened, I can understand why you wouldn't be sleeping all that wonderfully. Oh! Isn't there some sort of herb that can help with that? I remember reading something about tea, about there being different types for different things. Maybe someone knows something about that? It could be worth looking into. What about Colibri? She's good with herbs, right?" As the idea had come to her, Bris' attention had once again fallen to Conor. She could be grasping at straws for all she truly knew (herbs and things of that nature were definitely not her strong point, though she had a certain curiosity for things), but she wanted to help somehow, if at all possible. If she couldn't help, then at least she hoped to be pleasant company in the cozy house they shared.
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