Chapter 305: A Visit To The Infirmary


    So there I was, without a weapon, my ax lying on the sand in pieces. Totally defenseless, Sylvie said in a hushed, energetic voice.


    And then what happened? Callum asked with a child-like wonder.


    Sylvie grinned, I let her attack me and I


    Freya rolled her eyes, though she couldnt stop herself from smirking just a little. Stryg sat on a chair next to her, staring out at the window of the infirmary room.


    Callum was still confined to his bed, but he was sitting upright. The white mages said hed be discharged any day now. Until then, he was ordered to drink a lot of liquids, primarily blood, and to get a lot of rest. None of that stopped Sylvie from visiting him every day and regaling him with her adventures; whether it be as simple as tasting a new kind of muffin or as deadly as dueling against a sword master. Either way, Callum listened ardently to her every word.


    And then with her own sword in my hand I shed des with Diane of Murkton and through the skin of my teeth I managed to defeat her! Sylvie jumped to her feet in triumph.


    Callum pped and smiled, And I thought yourst match was incredible! But after listening to your story right now, oof. I cant imagine what itd be like to go against an actual swordmaster in a real duel.


    Yeah, it was scary, but luckily I managed to beat her, Sylvieughed abashedly.


    <em>Luck</em>? Freya spat the word as if it were poison on her lips. There was no luck involved. You didnt even struggle in that fight! Youpletely destroyed that orc. In fact, you literally went against my request and went ahead and chopped off <em>another</em> persons arm! Why arent you telling that part of the story, huh!?


    The truth doesnt make nearly as good a story, Sylvie pouted with crossed arms. And now you just ruined the story for Callum!


    No worries, I already heard the official story, Callum winked.


    Huh? How!? Sylvie said.


    Callum pointed at his four white walls, Im stuck in an infirmary room, unable to go outside. All everyone talks about around here is what happens outside. Five minutes after your duel I had already heard half a dozen stories of your fight.


    Then why sit there and listen to me? Sylvie mumbled.


    I much rather hear your story, theyre always more fun, Callum said.


    Oh! Sylvie mumbled. Her olive-brown cheeks blushed a faint red.


    Ugh, get a room, you two, Freya gagged dramatically.


    Um, I already did, Callum said pointedly.


    I hate you both, Freya said tly.


    So, you liked my story more? Sylvie smiled.


    Callum nodded, I did! Except


    Except what? Sylvie asked.


    Well, you never told me you were a swordmaster. Not just in the story, but like ever. Why didnt you tell me? Callum asked.


    I dont know, it never seemed that important, Sylvie shrugged stiffly.


    Callum stared into her scarlet eyes. He wanted to say something but he thought better of it, and instead simply smiled, You really are incredible, you know that? Youre a prodigy mage <em>and</em> one of the youngest sword masters alive. Is there anything you cant do?


    Lose, Sylvie said proudly.


    Callumughed and grabbed her long slender fingers, Did I ever tell you youre the most beautiful woman Ive ever met?


    Im right here, you know? Freya muttered.


    I cant remember, Cal. Why dont you say it again, Sylvie smiled.


    Okay, thats it. I cant stand being in the same room with the googly-eyed dumbasses any longer, Freya groaned and stood up, Im out of here. Stryg, youing?


    Yeah, one sec. Stryg looked away from the window and nced at the dire vampiress, Sylvie. I have a question about your duel.


    Hm? What is it? she asked. If you want some sword tips, I cant help you. Our styles are very different.


    I noticed, Stryg said dryly. No, I wanted to ask you about something else.


    Okay, go for it, Sylvie smiled.


    That. That right there, Stryg pointed at her face. Why are you smiling?


    Hm? What do you mean? Sylvie chuckled.


    Stryg leaned forward on his chair, his lc eyes staring at her closely, Why are you smiling?


    I dont know. Why does anyone smile? Sylvie threw her hands up.


    People smile because theyre happy, Stryg said objectively. Like when they eat tasty food or when they defeat their enemy.


    Okaaay? Where are you going with this? Sylvie furrowed her brow.


    Earlier today, right after you won your duel, as the crowds were cheering for you, you were smiling, Stryg noted.


    Yeah, I was happy I beat Diane and got Hollow Shade another win. Just like you said, people smile when happy, Sylvie said.


    Callum shook his head, Stryg, I really dont know where youre going with this


    Except she wasnt happy, Stryg said. Cal, you know I can see and hear better than most people. And even though I cant hear very well above the crowds voices, I can still see just fine. Sylvie, back there in the arena, you were smiling, but I saw your eyes. You werent happy So why were you smiling?


    Freya whispered, Stryg, maybe you shouldnt


    I dont get your question, Sylvieughed awkwardly.


    Stryg stood from his chair and walked right up to her, You wanted us to be honest with each other. So Im asking you, why did you smile back then? He looked up into her eyes, Why are you smiling now?


    Sylvies smile widened, ...Because Im happy. Why do you have a problem with that?


    Stryg sighed, mildly annoyed, Where Im from the Sylvan air their grievances aloud. When they are angry they make it known and they deal with it, usually by force. And honestly? It works.


    Good for them? Sylvie said, confused.


    Stryg clicked his tongue and took a deep breath, A bit of friendly advice from someone who held in his own pain even at the cost of pushing his own tribe away Dont keep that pain and anger within you.


    Okay? Thanks for the advice, but really, I wasnt angry, Sylvie said nonchntly.


    Hm, Stryg narrowed his eyes. Lets go, Freya, he turned and walked towards the door.


    Way ahead of you, Freya called out from the hallway.


    Stryg stopped at the doorway and nced back at Sylvie, ...I saw your eyes at the arena and I recognized it for what it was because Ive seen the same look in the mirror countless times. Youre not angry, Sylvie. Youre furious.


    Sylvies smile cracked and her scarlet eyes grew cold, I dont know what youre talking about.


    Stryg shrugged and walked away, At least one of us does.


    ~~~


    Plum sat next to Veronicas bedside. The young Sientia heiress was covered with silk nkets and feather-stuffed pillows. A table filled with flowers and gifts sat on the other side of the overlyrge bed. Ufortable was not the word one would use to describe Veronicas luxury infirmary room and yet, it was exactly how Veronica felt.


    When can I get out of here? Veronica grumbled.


    I dont know. Do I look like a healer? Plum muttered as she read a book.


    No, youre too pretty.


    Plum looked up from her book and smiled warmly, Thanks.


    Ugh, I rather pretty boys visit me instead, Veronica groaned and kicked her feet up in the air.


    Aaand there she is, Plum sighed and went back to reading.


    I thought Calex would have visited me by now


    Plum reached out and patted her arm, Hes probably just busy. His mom is the queen of the City of Thorns. I doubt she lets him have much free time, especially now of all times.


    Yeah, I know but still This sucks.


    What exactly?


    Not having goodpany.


    Im not goodpany? Plum raised her eyebrow.


    You spend half your time reading books, so no, not really.


    Meh, fair enough. At least Im here every day.


    For like an hour at best.


    Im busy working with your dad. You know, the lord who <em>literally </em>pays for my living expenses.


    Just ask him for a few days off. Hell be totally cool with it.


    You really dont know how a job works, do you?


    That gives me a great idea. I should hire a bodyguard to fend off Damian.


    The Parvus boy? Isnt he your teammate?


    Yeah, but ever since he lost his arm hes beening in for potions for the pain. And every time hees he always stops by my room. Ugh, I hate it.


    Let me guess, hes the one who brought the roses? Plum nced at the table across from her.


    Several bouquets and vases of flowers sat on the table. All the flowers were already beginning to wilt, especially therge centerpiece, a giant gold-rimmed vase stuffed with dying red roses.


    How did you know? Veronica giggled.


    Theyre a little too gaudy for your taste, though they are somewhat romantic I suppose, Plum thought aloud. Hey What about those water hyacinths?


    The what now? Veronica blinked.


    The flowers with the six pale purple petals. Those look nice, a bit odd to find them here, though. They dont usually grow around these parts.


    First off, I think theyre pretty ugly. Secondly, how do you even know what theyre called? <em>I</em> dont even know what theyre called.


    My mother was a book-loving scribe who named me after a flower; suffice to say she taught me a lot about flowers growing up. And for your information, water hyacinths are quite nice.


    Veronica crossed her arms, Well then Miss Flower, what do you know about those hyaseth flowers?


    Its <em>hyacinth. </em>And they usually only grow where theres lots of water. Hence their name, water hyacinths.


    That much seems pretty obvious. Anything else?


    Plum walked over to the pale flowers and stared at them closely, The water hyacinth represents beauty, sincerity and sorrow.


    I didnt know that Veronica whispered.


    Plum wrinkled her brow, Hey, these hyacinths Have you been watering them?


    Pfft, does it look like I water nts? Veronica snorted withughter.


    No, it really doesnt, Plum said wryly. Its a little odd, I guess.


    What is?


    This flower needs a lot of water to live. But unlike all your other flowers, the hyacinths are wilting. Who brought you these floors?


    Veronica shrugged, I dont remember. Ive gotten like twenty different flowers this past week. I lost track of them a long time ago.


    Right, silly me, Plum said.


    A knock rang on the door. May Ie in? a deep, yet soft voice asked from the other side.


    Veronicas face paled. No! You cant.


    Must we do this every time? The door slowly creaked open and a tall, handsome crimson-skinned youth walked in. All I want to do is talk.


    Plums eyes widened in shock. She recognized the chiseled jaw and striking amber eyes from the coliseum, Gilgard Morrigan?


    Gilgard looked down at Plum and stiffened, Oh I didnt know you had another visitor. I should probably go


    Yes! Yes, you should. Not like I wanted you here in the first ce, Veronica said nervously.


    Plum slowly nced at her friend and then at the fresh bouquet of water hyacinths in Gilgards hands. Plums lips slowly curled into a smirk, Oh, please, dont leave on my ount. I was just heading out myself. Why dont you take a seat, sir Morrigan.


    Huh? Are you sure? Gilgard asked.


    Please, I insist, Plum nodded repeatedly and began to step towards the door.


    Wait! Dont leave me! Veronica whispered exasperatedly.


    Ill be in the hallway, call me if you need me, Plum winked and mmed the door shut.