Thread: Stolen (Amaria and Distain)

That is lovely my dear, where did you find it? Hanna jumped at the sudden voice behind her. She had been leaning against the bar staring at the flecks of blue that sparkled in the morning light. The stone was now looped in a leather cord that she wore tied around her neck. Upon first glance it was a small grayish oval, the size of a robins egg, but when you looked closer cracks of blue shone in the light as if the whole thing would bust and crystal blue water would pour out. I got it from one of those merchants that came through last week. They're always trying to bribe more than what they paid. It didn't work but I still got this out of it. Lies came easy to Hanna, she did it quite often but she considered it a tool, just as useful as hammer or knife. No stranger has ever given me anything that nice, ooh to be your age again. her aunt set a chubby hand on the top of Hanna's head bringing down to caress her cheek. Hanna hated when people said that, it just reminded her that she looked younger than her twenty years. With her round cheeks and large honey brown eyes she looked much younger, and her height didn't help either. The housekeepin' is never going to get done, love, with you staring at that all day. Yes ma'am. I almost forgot. She grabbed up her stack of bed linens and headed up the stairs. A few rooms were empty of guests this morning so all the linens must be changed out. While tucking the sheets on the last bed she heard loud voices in the hall. I'm telling ya it was stolen. Some two bit farmer got his hands on it and probably sold it by now. Every bondstone is different and they were all secret about this one anyway, so no one knows what it looks like. Hanna stayed very still and listened to the men talk. They'll find it somehow, this is the Council we're talking about. They may be a bunch of nobles but they hold tight what they think is there's. the voices trailed off to far for her to hear anymore. She felt the stone, now tucked inside her shirt, it felt warm. Maybe it was just her getting hot from all the work she was doing. She shook her head and left the room. Soon she was busy about all the jobs she had that day. Brown House was busy most days mainly because it functioned as a inn, tavern and stable. Her father and brothers took care of the stable work and the occasional rowdy drunk, leaving her mother and aunts to run the kitchen a guest rooms. Hana had time between lunch hour and dinner to get a moment alone. In her room she sat on a small couch at the foot of her bed and stared at the small stone. She wore it tucked in all day and had to fight the urge to stop working just to gaze at it. She rubbed her hands on it warmth the smoothness calming her. This was unlike any object she had taken before. Usually she gave them away or sold them at some ridiculous price, much less than what she knew they were worth. But this stone she couldn't get rid of. Not only was it lovely but it was a bondstone, the fact that she was able to snatch it amazed her, it was too easy. Musing on these thoughts she felt the stone grow warmer yet again. Holding it up to the light, it seemed the cracks were brighter some how. For a moment her vision blurred and it frightened her. Maybe the day was more tiresome than she thought. Hanna tried to stand but her knees buckled and she dropped back down. This wasn't right at all. The room fell more and more out of focus until the last she remembers is looking down at the stone as it glowed brilliant blue light that filling the whole room. Hanna...Hanna..open the door! Are you ok? Hana are you in there, sweet? The knocking on the door matched the throbbing in her head. Hanna lay flat on her back on the floor. She looked around and started at the last rays of sunlight flowing in through the window. Her head swam as she sat up, gripping the couch for support. I'm coming dad. Nothing felt right, and from the looks of it she missed the evening meal. The door swung in just as quickly as she unlatched it. Her dad stood there with a worried brow, her mother just behind him. Hanna? Were you sleeping? Are you not well? both her mother and fathers questions overlapped each other and it only served to increased the spinning and throbbing in her head. I don't feel well. Can I lay back down? she didn't wait for an answer she just turned away and flopped down on her bed, while her parents exchanged worried glances. Hanna.. her mom spoke but her dad interrupted. Let her rest a bit, we'll question when she wakes up. We can't ring our hands over her when we have guests to attend to.