04.10.3014: Everything Will Be Okay
Summary: Elodie confides in Solon, and he offers what comfort he can.
Date: 20 Dec 2013, 02 Jan 2014
Related: None
Elodie Solon 


Penthouse Gardens
High up in the Fortress of Phylon, the lift opens to a garden atrium. The residential sections of the tower devoted to the Cindravale family and their guests rise up all around the patch of water and greenery, but here in the center is an oasis of nature. Sunlight is brought down from above by a cunning array of mirrors, and an electrostatic shield protects the garden from inclement weather. Arched doorways open up to corridors on all sides, leading back to private rooms and penthouses. The garden itself is centered around a fishpond with a sunken area at the middle where the waters are held back by transparent composites. A table and chairs allow people to sit and meet while looking out over the pond from water level. Around the pond are a variety of flowering bushes, shrubs, and trees, creating a fragrant, green preserve in the center of the Fortress.
10 Apr 3014

The penthouse gardens are dimly lit, only enough light to keep one from tripping or straying off the paths. Rarely does anything stir at this time, midnight having passed at least two hours ago. But a shadow moves tonight, arms cradling a red, purring, feline as it moves down the pathways to find a bench nestled under trees. Elodie sinks down on the bench sideways, pulling her feet up in front of her as she leans into the corner created where the arm meets the back of the bench. Her head bows as she lowers her chin for the cat to nuzzle his head underneath.

It appears that Elodie is not the only one burning the midnight oil, as Solon returns to the gardens to return to his own penthouse after having gone to fetch a pot of tea, which he now carries in his hands on a small tray along with some other items. Perhaps he missed Elodie on his trip out of the gardens initially, or perhaps his trip took slightly longer than expected, either way he sees her now. "Elodie, what are you doing out here at such an hour? Is everything okay?" He keeps his voice hushed to prevent startling the little furrball in her arms.

It isn't the furrball who is startled, but the lady herself who half turns to rise from the bench, but then realizes it is Solon who speaks. "Sir Solon," she greets quietly, grimacing as the claws dig into her tunic. Gently, she disengages and soothes Douley. "Fine," she absently to the question, although the word is not very convincing, and the already deep shadows make those under her eyes that are seldom seen during the day more evident.'

Frowning slightly at her response, Solon moves slightly closer to Elodie and gestures, as best as he can anyway, to a spot on the bench next to her. "Would you mind if I sat? If you would like, I could pour you a cup of tea. I find that sometimes a cup of something warm helps to relax me, or put me at ease just enough to fall asleep. Are…" And here he pauses to give her a concerned look, "Are you sure that you are not all right?" His voice is soft, reassuring.

Elodie gives a little smile. "I would appreciate a cup of tea," she allows quietly. Her eyes follow his movements as he goes about preparing the tea, weighing the choice to speak or not. Teeth worrying at her lower lip she waits until she has a cup of tea in her hands and a cat on her shoulder. "Sammel and I haven't conceived a baby this month." She watches the liquid in her cup as she blows gently on it.

Not exactly sure how to react to her statement, Solon thinks on this for a few moments before slowly nodding. "I cannot profess to be the most knowledgeable person on this subject, but it seems to me that these things come with time. I am also no doctor, but are there not circumstances that prevent things such as this beyond simple contraceptive measures? I seem to recall reading once that extreme stress causes a number of things to occur within the body, but for the life of me I could not say where I read that, or even if it is true." Leaning back onto the bench, he lets out a soft sigh, hoping that he didn't come off looking foolish. He's no doctor, and he sure hasn't had any of the experience required to actually speak on the subject.

Her eyes still on her tea, Elodie lifts a hand to scratch Douleys chin. after a couple of sips, she bites her lip again. "it makes me wonder if Ronan is right. what if I'm not getting pregnant because I'm under too much stress?" She lets out a long sigh. "I want so much to give Sammel a baby. But I'm needed on the field until I can no longer be there. We've lost too many medics that freeze when they see a Knight delivered a wound beyond healing." She'll sip her tea. "Mr.Wolf had to pull a medic before a Hostile beheaded him last week. Sir Darden finished the Hostile, but it was close."

He just had to bring up stress didn't he? Groaning inwardly, Solon searches his brain to come up with a way to make this better. "I apologize if I am not being helpful, but would you be put out if I asked you whether or not the stress comes from your duties as a field medic, or does it stem from your concerns for Sammel each time he enters battle?" Okay, probably not helping again, but he is curious.

Elodie is quiet for a long time. "Lazarus Island," she finally says quietly. "We can't let what happened to those innocent, unarmed people happen here." she pauses. "Or anywhere."

Solon understands now, and he offers Elodie a nod. "What happened there will not happen here. I know that sounds overconfidant, and perhaps it is. What I do know is that while any who bear the Cindravale name still live and breathe, we would each die to prevent something like that from happenng here in the Vale. As to other parts of Haven? I wish I could provide you with some comfort there, but alas, the best that I can do is tell you that having met the other Young Lords of those houses, none of them seemed to be the type of person to allow another Lazarus Island to occur."

Elodie gives a weak nod. "I know. I know that none of the Heads of Houses would /allow/ such a thing to happen. We'd all lay down our lives to prevent such." The red cat puts two paws on the back of the bench, testing his balance on slender wood. He finally leaves the lady's shoulder, managing to somehow pirouette on the narrow back, then returns to push against her cheek.

Hands falling to her lap, tea still cupped gently, she takes a deep breath. "I am still having nightmares from that night. Not as much as I used to. Sometimes I find myself becoming angry when I should be level headed. I almost chewed that medic out, right in the middle of the battle field." She pulls her lower lip into her mouth biting hard. "It makes me wonder what I am becoming."

"What do you mean, what you are becoming? You have gone through a traumatic experience, I think that sometimes people forget that not everyone has trained since a young age to be in combat. Even then, there are those who have been who go through an event such as that and cannot grasp what happened right away. How much have you talked about this with others?" Solon sorts of means 'with Sammel', but he can understand if she went to a sibling or parent first. "It can be hard though, talking about things. I know that there were times where I did not know who I could go talk to, but you find someone, especially someone who is family."

"I'm not one who gets angry easily," Elodie replies quietly. Her head leans towards the nuzzling cat, letting him headbutt her cheek and rubbing up against her temple. Probably even Solon can hear that purr that tries to soothe her. "Sammel and I have talked about it," she answers. There's a pause, and then she tacks on, "not the worries about not getting pregnant part. But… we've talked about Lazarus Island and nightmares. He's… he's almost too good, sometimes. He reassures me, and doesn't find fault with me."

Solon's gaze shifts down to take in the cat for a moment, considering the idea for a moment, only a moment, to get a pet of his own. Clearing that thought out of his mind, he returns his attention to Elodie and offers her a smile. "Sammel is doing what any husband should do for his wife. If he was not consoling you or offering you reassurances, I think that would be something to be concerned about. But yes, my cousin is a good man. I think both of you are lucky for having been matched with one another." He pauses a moment before turning the conversation back more to the topic at hand. "As to fault? Why would there be any fault with you? You did not cause those events. Look at all the good you have done so far in this war. Healing wounds for many who have been wounded in the line of duty."

The cat is certainly making a case for how comforting such creatures can be as he finds a way to tuck his front paws underneath him, half curling up in the crook of her shoulder. "Perhaps fault is the wrong word. Blame? I don't know. It's hard not to feel at times as if you should have, or could have, done more. I don't know," she repeats.

"Blame?" Solon shakes his head, "No, you cannot feel blame, what more could you have done? You are one person. One person who has done so much for so many already. There are people who are alive today because of your timely ministrations during the heat of battle. I know no one who would question your courage or your abilities. I would far prefer to have you at hand should I get injured than any other medic I know. I trust in what you can do that much. All of us do."

There's a light pink to her cheeks at the compliment, and Elodie ducks her head to the cup that she raises to her lips. "Thank you, My Lord," she replies quietly. "That is much encouraging. I admit that my husband says much the same, but I think his opinion may sometimes be biased." She gives a long sigh. "I just… having a baby seems so important for so many reasons. Not the least of which we've both expressed an interest in having many children. But I do worry about losing Sammel. How can I not?"

"I do not see any chance of you losing Sammel. From what I have seen and heard, he seems to be dedicated to you, so you need not fear that. Besides, if there is anyone in the family who should feel, uh, stressed about having children?" Solon reaches a hand up to scratch his head as he lets out a sigh. "Well, that person would be me. Children will come with time. I guess there are some people who are lucky and they start having them right away, but you know what? Perhaps the two of you could embrace this time with each other to continue to learn more about one another. A stronger bond between you will do much for your children, I would think." As if he is the the foremost expert on marriage and children.

Elodie looks at Solon silently for a moment, then her chin lifts slightly in a nod. "Oh, no. I didn't mean losing Sammel of his own volition," she corrects gently. "I am sure when the times comes, you and Lady Eirene will have beautiful children. Hopefully they will inherit their mother's singing voice, that is, if they sing in the shower." A tender smile turns the corners of her lips upwards, her eyes betraying that her mind is obviously on something, or someone else. "Perhaps. I just… I want to have children."

Solon laughs softly at her remark about his kids singing in the shower. Shaking his head slightly, he quirks a grin and responds, "Oh, I am sure that if they cannot sing, Lady Eirene will either teach them to at least hold a tune." They can have her voice, they just need to have his hair. Okay, maybe not. "But that time will come, I suspect. First the wedding, of course. As to what we were discussing, I think that perhaps once you begin to recover from those events, before you know it you will find yourself telling Sammel good news. I am not a doctor, of course, but I remember hearing once that severe stresses can sometimes interfere with various bodily functions, perhaps that is one of them."

The blue eyes turn back to Solon once more with a soft smile. "I hope you are looking forward to your wedding as much as Sammel and I were by the time the ceremony took place." One hand lets go of her tea cup to cover a yawn, which brings a sheepish cast to her features. "Thank you for the tea, Lord Solon. And the encouragement. I hope I can tell Sammel good news, soon, too. Maybe next month." She finishes the last little sip of tea, and sets it back on the tray, before lifting her hands to tug the cat into her arms. "I should try sleeping, now. And I think, perhaps, you should as well."

"I am, still much to do though. So much to do. I think that I will be glad when it is over and the wedding is finally had." He sets his own tea cup down on the tray and turns towards her. "You need not thank me, Lady Elodie. Any time that you need someone to talk to, I hope that you can come to any of us. We all want to see the best for you and Sammel. Do sleep well, my Lady. May your dreams be nothing but happy this night and all nights to come."

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