Post by Lisa on Sept 2, 2011 20:53:38 GMT 10
Title: Night Terrors
Rating: G
Word Count: 355
Card: Summer Bingo
Bingo: Sweat + Discussions + Relax + Cotton + Lemonade
Summary (and any Warnings): Alan’s youngest daughter suffers from nightmares.
It wasn’t unusual to be awakened by the sound of screams in the castle. Sometimes it was Rilla’s anguish at discovering a favorite book had pages torn out by her willful sister. Sometimes it was the shouts of a wrestling match between Theodore and Julian. Occasionally, and these were the times it broke Alan’s heart, it was the wailing cries of Clarisse, who had suffered from nightmares since she was a small child.
“Stay here,” he told Maura, who had begun to climb out of bed. “You need the rest more than I do.” Rushing to his youngest daughter’s room, he found her thrashing in her bed, her cotton nightdress drenched in sweat.
“Shh,” he soothed, wiping her damp hair off her forehead. She woke groggily and clung to him miserably. “What was it this time?”
“Mama was eaten by wolves!” she sobbed, climbing into his lap.
“Wolves?” Alan repeated as he began to rock her gently in his arms. “But you’ve met the pack here.”
“They were a different one – all sharp teeth and anger.”
“Do you think the Long Lake Pack would let another group come into this region?”
“No….”
“That’s right. And your mother’s smart enough to know how to handle anyone who comes into Dunlath – person or wolf.” He felt her tense body relax in his arms as his words sank in. It was true – Maura had a knack with the wolves, and Daine had even commented that she barely needed to translate these days when it came to the Long Lake Pack. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”
She shook her head, frowning.
“Even in my bed?”
Again, she refused.
“How about you and I have some lemonade?” It was her favorite, and this far north it was a rare treat.
She nodded and he left her slip to the floor. “The wolves were going to eat you alive,” she said, taking his hand. “Mama won’t let them do that to you, will she?”
“Never,” he answered. With a squeeze of the hand, he took their oil lamp and began the long trek down to the kitchen.
Rating: G
Word Count: 355
Card: Summer Bingo
Bingo: Sweat + Discussions + Relax + Cotton + Lemonade
Summary (and any Warnings): Alan’s youngest daughter suffers from nightmares.
It wasn’t unusual to be awakened by the sound of screams in the castle. Sometimes it was Rilla’s anguish at discovering a favorite book had pages torn out by her willful sister. Sometimes it was the shouts of a wrestling match between Theodore and Julian. Occasionally, and these were the times it broke Alan’s heart, it was the wailing cries of Clarisse, who had suffered from nightmares since she was a small child.
“Stay here,” he told Maura, who had begun to climb out of bed. “You need the rest more than I do.” Rushing to his youngest daughter’s room, he found her thrashing in her bed, her cotton nightdress drenched in sweat.
“Shh,” he soothed, wiping her damp hair off her forehead. She woke groggily and clung to him miserably. “What was it this time?”
“Mama was eaten by wolves!” she sobbed, climbing into his lap.
“Wolves?” Alan repeated as he began to rock her gently in his arms. “But you’ve met the pack here.”
“They were a different one – all sharp teeth and anger.”
“Do you think the Long Lake Pack would let another group come into this region?”
“No….”
“That’s right. And your mother’s smart enough to know how to handle anyone who comes into Dunlath – person or wolf.” He felt her tense body relax in his arms as his words sank in. It was true – Maura had a knack with the wolves, and Daine had even commented that she barely needed to translate these days when it came to the Long Lake Pack. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”
She shook her head, frowning.
“Even in my bed?”
Again, she refused.
“How about you and I have some lemonade?” It was her favorite, and this far north it was a rare treat.
She nodded and he left her slip to the floor. “The wolves were going to eat you alive,” she said, taking his hand. “Mama won’t let them do that to you, will she?”
“Never,” he answered. With a squeeze of the hand, he took their oil lamp and began the long trek down to the kitchen.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!