Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
Tabaqui
A humid afternoon
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Hidden behind a curtain of falling vines, is a cave. A place of solace for Coci near Himmelskald. No one is home, the children are on Voss continuing their education through the Silver Temple. Thurion is away, duty has him called to other parts of the galaxy, demanding his attention, so Coci has come to be at peace with her thoughts and to heal a wound from the Killing Fields of Contruumere. There, she had faced Vornskr, a growing blight to the Heavenshield's and one that must be dealt with in order for them to have peace of mind once more. Not just for them, but to rid the pestilence of the man for the entire galaxy. As best she could, she pushed away the thoughts of this, and tried to clear her mind so she can begin to heal herself, but to do this would mean to let in the loneliness, it would creep into her mind unrelentingly. Yes, Coci is feeling sorry for herself, it is only natural, she is but a woman wanting for the love of her life, and beyond. And so her mind turns to her husband, thinking of him is enough sometimes to warm her heart and mend the soul but not today, she misses him terribly and wants for his touch.
Coci lets out a long sigh, rests back against a large pillow placed behind her back and looks up at the ceiling of the cave. Above her are a colony of small winged night creatures, all huddled together and chattering among themselves. She watches them for a moment, mother's attending to babies, feeding them insects and fussing about their fur and wings. Others fighting for space or over a girl and occasionally, droppings would fall to the floor of the cave. Coci raised an eyebrow at this before she smiled weakly. "Go outside and do that". But the pain in her leg drew her attention, the burn on her upper thigh still biting and red with anger, her skin twisted and melted from the hot slag of the armour cut my Vornskr's blade.
I should have gone to Voss, "I should have gone to Voss", she told the curious creatures above her, as they are her only companions. They responded with a series of clicks and chatter, which sounded a little like laughter. "Yeah I know, but .. I hate hospitals".
On a small table by the recliner on which she lay, is a small bowl and a jug of water. Beside those a pouch of herbs given to her by their loving father, Thrand. He, now knowing what his son and daughter do when not on Midvinter spending time with him, he gave her these herbs to help heal any ill that would befall the family. Coci looked over to them, there was no way she could focus to begin to heal herself through the force, her heart and mind too much in turmoil to do that, but she did not know what to do with the herbs, what the ratio was to make them effective to the skin.
Gingerly, she placed her legs over the edge of the recliner and sat taking up the pouch of herbs to open it. The image of Thurion's face still fresh in her mind, "How do this? what herbs do I use?", she spoke to him as if he was there.