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Roan Horse Guesthouse
Description: An elderly woman and her two sons, all of them born and bred in Thendara, run The Roan Horse. They provide long term accommodations for travelers and poorer residents of the city; rooms vary from shared accommodations with six bunk beds per room to small, single rooms with one or two beds. One meal a day and the common bathhouse (with a clothes washing tub) is included in the room price. The rooms are small, fairly dark (but well insulated). Set back from a narrow alley, the guesthouse is by no means a high class locale and the other guests can range from poor city folk to shifty travelers.
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Valente was sure it was sheer laziness - foolishness - that kept him huddled in his bed well after Valerie had gone. What had become of him, that he let his sister go alone into a strange city while he hid under the bedclothes like a baby? But his head ached, and he was so weary of the pain and every time he sat up the world spun away. It was easy, and getting easier, to simply let the dreams take him away from his body. The aches, the beating of his heart, were like an unwelcome anchor. There were wide fields, bright in the morning light, he'd never seen before unfolding before is dreaming eye. People he'd never met, going about their day with him as an invisible watcher. He felt shamed by some of what he saw, as if he were a pervert peering in the windows of better folk than he, yet he could not stop himself, could not control where he went or what he saw.
He lay still and distant in a strange bed as the ties to his body grew thin.
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cont. from Market Place - Early Morning
Eddard sensed that Valerie felt very uncomfortable taking the lead, but what else was left? She knew the way and where the room was.
Silently he asked Patricia What do you think about this with her brother having Laran? How did he get that?
I wonder .., she answered. May be they are nedestro of some Lord . Daleruth she sais, she is from? I believe that's Aillard country .. Her mental voice suggested that they were ill-bred barbarians at the coast and that Dom Aillard likely did not care whom he bestowed with his favors.
Eddard was saved an answer as they reached the guest house.
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Valerie was sure no Comyn had crossed the threshold of the Roan, the tavern boy's eyes were wide as he scurried over to bow, asking if the two finely dressed nobles had need of anything in an unpleasantly servile accent. Valerie hoped that she didn't sound like that, no matter how nervous she was in the face of the domn'ya's elegance.
They passed through the common room in a growing pool of whispers before she hiked her skirts over her ankles and darted up the narrow, ill-lit stairway. They'd made an impression in the city, she and her brother, but not one she'd hoped for.
"Val," she hissed before pushing the door open, so that he'd know she was bringing strangers. But, he was still abed, sharpening Valerie's worry. There was nothing to be seen of him but the edge of tangled hair under the blankets and he did not stir as the crowded into the tiny room. She tugged away the blankets to see, again, Val's slack face and the half-open but unseeing eyes. "Val! Wake up."
The window was open, at least, and let in some air and light but that did little to improve the conditions of the room they'd been able to afford. Tiny and dark, it was at least warm, and the two narrow beds took up most of the room. Their travel kits were shoved under the beds and their outer jackets draped over the shutters to air them out.
"He usually wakes," she said, frustrated and frightened, shaking her brother again. "But he won't stay awake."
And it had been getting worse, she thought, since they'd arrived in the city, as if he couldn't focus on where he was. As if it were easier to fall to his dreams than to be with her.
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OOC: Valente's ability isn't telepathic, his visions are of the actual time and place he sees, rather than an image taken from someone else's mind. I'd guess it could be related to a form of Overworld travel or something similar - his body isn't going anywhere but his consciousness is. Or, instead of seeing the future like the Alderans, he's seeing the present. There are several different theories that Eddard could have, feel free to have him explore options. The problem he's having, mostly, is anchoring himself to his own body - he gets distracted by visions and since he's in an unfamiliar place he can't easily locate himself by familiar areas. Plus whatever problems he'd be having by using new and unpracticed energon pathways and etc.
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Priscilla and Eddard cast each other a look that expressed both horror, contempt and pity for the girl who might be one of her own class, if she had grown up in different surroundings. Both Eddard and Priscillashook arrogantly their head as the tavern boy stammered out his demand.
Quickly they followed Valerie through the dark corridors until they arrived in front of an equally dark and small room. The two tower workers lost no time looking around the room as no doubt it was untidy and unaired.
Quickly Eddard kneeled at the boy's bedside and held his hands two inches above his body while he moved them along, monitoring the sick boy.
His laran channels are cluttered up, Priscilla , the mechanic informed her. And his conciousness is wandering about somewhere, he is not here. I' ll try and see whether I find him in the overworl d. Get Valerie to tell you everything she knows about these dreams..
You can't go on a search like this unmonitored, fool Priscillaa chided him amiably. Come back for a moment, so I can monitor you when you search.
While Eddard reluctantly came back to the surface, Priscilla adressed Valerie in a gentle tone: "Mestra Valerie, your brother is suffering from something both Eddard and I had to go through when our laran awakened. His brain is using centres it has not used before and this is colliding with the physical problems of any teenage boy. It's like when you get stiff muscles when you first sit a horse, or - ", looking at her calloused hands - "you getting tough skin on your hands when you did hard work first. You don't mind now do you?" Without waiting for an answer she continued: "Once his brain is usued to using laran and learned to control it, he will be fine again. As it is, he is not really with us - maybe his conciousness is straying in the overworld. We must check for this and bring him back to his body."
Eddard nodded silently and added: "Get all the blankets you can find in this lousy guesthouse - it's cold as in Zandru's ninth hell out there. And before you do that - has he ever told you anything about these 'dreams', as you calll them?"
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The Comyn didn't even touch Valente, but Valerie could almost feel the focus and the slack, distant look in the man's face reminded her of Val's empty expression. Unlike Val though, it seemed something the tower servant could move easily in and out of. It was Patricia who spoke.
"Mestra Valentine, your brother is suffering from something both Eddard and I had to go through when our laran awakened. His brain is using centres it has not used before and this is colliding with the physical problems of any teenage boy. It's like when you get stiff muscles when you first sit a horse, or - ", looking at her calloused hands - "you getting tough skin on your hands when you did hard work first. You don't mind now do you?" She went on quicly. "Once his brain is usued to using laran and learned to control it, he will be fine again. As it is, he is not really with us - maybe his conciousness is straying in the overworld. We must check for this and bring him back to his body."
"But we -"
Dom Eddard interuppted, "Get all the blankets you can find in this lousy guesthouse - it's cold as in Zandru's ninth hell out there. And before you do that - has he ever told you anything about these 'dreams', as you calll them?"
"- we are not of the Comyn," Valerie protested, uslessly, really because something was wrong with Valente after all. She shook herself and tried to remember everything Valente had talked of before he'd stopped saying much at all.
"Stories, domn'ya, mostly of - of home because I worried for the youngsters. What the sea was like that day … and once, he tried to tell the caravan master we were riding with that the road ahead was washed out -" She shrugged, twisting her skirt in her hands, remembering the irritated dismissal of that caravan master. He'd been even less pleased when Val's guess turned out to be true and not only was the road flooded, it was too washed out to use at all. "Anyone road wise would know that, the caravan master said, from the recent rains. Nothing … nothing strange, Domna. Guesses about what the town ahead might look like. What Thendara looked like in the morning, or at night."
"Valente is a fisherman, he would know the sea even if he could not see it," she finished. "That's all it seemed to be, stories to distract us … me, as we travelled. He told me it was only stories … fancies."
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Valerie was calling him, as if from another room, yet he couldn't find her. She was not at home, little Gabrin was playing on the sandy grass that led to the sea alone. Miklai's net was slung over the drying rack, whole again. She wasn't digging for oysters with Lelli, she wasn't … his attention skimmed along grass and roads, places he remembered travelling past and places he'd never seen before. He didn't know where his sister was, he didn't know where he was and that realization sparked panic - had he died? Was this what it meant to be a ghost? Lost like this?
Valente twitched, restless mind stirring his misplaced body.
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"Right then, " Priscilla said lightly and stepped quickly to Valente's side, as he started to move disquietly.
Valente, if you hear me, don't worry - we are here to help you. Your sister Valerie has called us for you. I am Priscilla Alton and you will meet my friend and partner Eddard Hastur soon. she sent calmly to the unconcious (weel, at least not concious of his surroundings) young man lieing on the bed. She lowered her barriers as far as she dared to let the boy feel her presence and concern for him. Eddard would have been better to convey this, but the Alton hoped that her emotions would get through to him.
"Now, girl, go and get about these blankets, " she said warmly. "Eddard, you better take my place here - you are the empath .."
"Sure, Priscilla, " he answered. As soon as the mechanic was next to Valente, he lowered his bareeres and sent calming emotions and thoughts out to him.If you can feel this, Valente, follow my emotions and you will find me and your body. I am Eddard, by the way.
While Valerie was organizing the blankets, Priscilla shouted the tavern boy to bring some hot water so she could make a tea of bubble-weed and blackthorn. Both herbs had the effect of strengthening body and mind.
ooc: I have this information from a German Darkover site and am translating the names as I see them - if you know the original names, let me kno 
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Suddenly, it was like a strong hand at his back - he was not alone.
Valente, if you hear me, don't worry - we are here to help you. Your sister Valerie has called us for you. I am Patricia Alton and you will meet my friend and partner Eddard Hastur soon.
Bell clear and calm, Valente had never heard the woman's voice before and it was like she was whispering in his ear, against his skin, in some incredibly intimate way - at the same time he had some sense of great strength carefully leashed. None of this told him where he was, what had happened … but now, at least, he wasn't alone.
Valente's laran, responding to telepathic contact, received a confusing flurry of images; a well bred horse waiting patiently in a crowded market square, a woman's chamber, and - strangest of all - a dark, small room crowded with two Comyn, his own travel jacket airing on the window shutters and himself, pallid and still. But …
wait-
But she slipped away from him like a shimmerfin through his fingers. no!
If you can feel this, Valente, follow my emotions and you will find me and your body. I am Eddard, by the way.
A new touch swelled up around him like a reassuring tide. The texture of personality came through more strongly than the sense of words - though it wasn't really words anyway. Eddard; a powerful sense of self - temper and patience and dedication wrapped up in a name. Strength, like the woman, but easier to endure, more flexible, lighter, filled with emotional resonances that Valente could understand, could share.
are you - you are with me, Valente responded tentatively, less words and more dawning awareness. He remembered then - the city; looking down on the crowded landscape of buildings and twisting streets, the tall, alien spires of the spaceport… people everywhere … the crooked roofline of the Roan Horse, hallways - Valerie with blankets in her arms hurrying up the stairs - their room and him. Him.
Valente fell into himself with a cry and jolt that shook him bolt upright in the bed before he fell back on his elbows, clammy with sweat, head aching, staring shocked into a face he'd never seen - but, yes, he knew this man. "Eddard?"
OOC: as far as I know, the names are fine.
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Eddard smiled tiredly as Valente adressed him:" Yes, it is me, young man." He breathed through as if he had done heavy work: "Eddard Hastur, mechanic and monitor in comyn tower, 'z par servu."
Moments later Priscilla came to both their sides and handed Eddard some of the sweets and nuts which he ate greedily.
Then she handed some to Valente as well and said friendly: "You take better some too, if you can. You will need your strength .." Then she poured some of the herbal tea she had made of the mixed bubble weed and blackroot. "Here drink this, it is to strengthen both body and mind. It should help you to tie both together a bit."
Thend she added, as if in afterthought: "I am Priscilla Alton, 'z par servu, Healer and second technician in Comyn tower. And we are still in Thendara in the Roan Horse guesthouse. Your sister should be here with blankets any second."
Silently she asked Eddard, shielding her thoughts from Valente: Are you all right, bredu?
Yes, no worries, cousin, he answered her. It was hard work to pull him back ..I hope Valerie is as quick as her worry was deep, we better get his channels sorted while the boy is with us. The kirian should help ..
I agree, but we need to speak with them both first .., Priscilla answered.
Silently the Hastur nodded and blew a stray hair lock out of his face. Nonetheless he stayed in close rapport with Valente and kept sending him calmness and a feeling of being here and himself. At the same time Eddard built a thin mental shield around the young man to prevent him from being overrun by his stray talent like this again. Silently he prayed Valerie was not far away. He could not keep this at such a level for a very long time.
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