Snippet #2500760

The front door of the Belvedere house opened not more than twenty minutes later. As Alauric, who had only relinquished Soran to Grayson on the ride home, carried the boy into the house. He had recognized the car out front, and even if he was surprised, something told him that it was important. He heard conversation in the kitchen, “Grayson, welcome our guest, please apologize for my delay, I will explain it to her momentarily.”

He headed down the hallway to the guest room where Soran had already been, and laid the boy down. Most of the bleeding had been stopped by Grayson, as he had some healing spells present in his index of talents. The cut still looked slightly nasty and probably needed better tending


Peter was driving close behind and stopped and jumped out the moment he parked to follow Alauric and Grayson. "He's gonna be okay, right??" He asked carefully.

"Yes, he is going to fine," Grayson answered him, "Peter why don't you go rest, unless you wish to join the rest of us in the kitchen. We have some important guests."


"And you think due to my outburst at that Idiot Derrik you don't want me scaring people. Is that it?" Peter asked sincerely.

Grayson looked at the boy and smiled, "I don't think that, we all lose our temper at one point or another. You were protecting your seer."


"That Leo guy is an arsehole. Why that man thinks he's a responsible Father and a Seer I do not know." Peter said whilst rolling his eyes.Grayson looked down, "Peter I will let that slide, but personally opinions about other seer's families is not polite conversation. Especially since that is who our guest is, so can I ask you to keep it to yourself if anything."

"Oh, oops...I'm sorry." Peter stated and almost felt like a fool for actually saying that critique out loud. "I just don't get Mr. Reigailia's Methods in training the next generation, did he get that training when he became Seer?"

Alauric was the one who answered him, "Leo is not the seer in that family, Ms. Reigalia is." Alauric had come from Tristan's room after checking on his son. He got the full report from Lelia who had been still sitting in there and probably wouldn't leave for the rest of the night.

"What??!" Peter said in surprise almost completely flabbergasted for the first time in all his life. "My mistake..."

"Okay no more questions, we have guests." Alauric said as he finally headed toward the kitchen. Once he entered, he pondered the people in there before annoucing himself, and all he could think was what a strange assortment they were. "Yve," he finally said to gain everyone's attention, "this is a surprise. I hope my daughters are behaving themselves."

Yve turned to the noise, her warm smile fading immediately and changing to that of strict business, "Alauric. Your daughters are always well behaved, I promise. Surely you know why Im here," she paused as her gaze dropped to his clothes, "Are you injured, Alauric? Theres blood..." As she said this, Kilia entered the room behind them and stopped in the doorway.

"Blood?" she asked in a slightly alarmed tone. Yve waved at her daughter to come to her side, which the young Seer did so.

"Umm, Someone is is injured and that'd be My Seer." Peter said as he almost tripped over himself from his initial shock of Soran's Gentle Mother being the True Seer. "His Brother did...well.." Jonathan, who was behind Kilia raised any eyebrow at him.

"What the heck is wrong with this Fellow Irishman?" Damian said only to receive a subtle punch to the gut from Jonathan as a signal to not annoy him.

Grayson again was shaking his head at Peter, so much for keeping his thoughts to himself, "Forgive my appearance," Alauric continued after the interruption, "Its not my blood and it does belong to another seer. However that can be discussed later, I do know why you are here Yve, would you like to discuss this in a more private setting," he asked

Yve nodded, her and snaking up to squeeze her daughters shoulder lightly, "Yes, that would be appreciated. The Seer. Where are they? She cannot heal again for a while, probably until morning at the earliest, but she can at least tend to the boy's Seer while we talk. She did, after all, just heal your son. Speaking of, is he alright?"

Kilia nodded, "Yes, he's fine now, sleeping," she answered though she was slightly confused as she looked between Yve and Alauric. She wanted to listen to their conversation, but knew better than to ask.

Alauric looked at Peter, "Peter can take her to the guestroom, please let us know if there is anything you need Kilia, and thank you for what you did for my son."

Kilia blushed faintly and only nodded at Alauric, unable to find any words to answer him. Yve gave her a gentle push as she moved to follow Alauric to another part of the house.

Peter nodded at the young lady. "She's attractive, but it seems she's taken." he thought to himself looking at Jonathan. "He on the other hand seems familiar, did I see him on a newspaper before?" Peter didn't dwell on his thoughts as checking on Soran was the only thing on his mind as he walked to the stairs and then to Soran's Room.

Jonathan followed Peter, gesturing for Kilia to follow, whilst Damian decided to Eavesdrop. No trouble with that. He's already dead!! "They cannot see or hear me! So ha!"

She moved after the two boys and quickly followed them to the room that was up the stairs. She wondered exactly how bad it was since blood had been on Alaurics clothes. As the door opened to allow them entrance and her gaze settled on the blonde Seer, she gave a loud gasp and shot right past both Robin and the other Guardian. Her fingers went to his face, feeling his skin was burning hot. Whirling to both of them she yelled, "Water! Cold water, and cloths, a lot of them...."

Jonathan nodded and ran straight for the Kitchen to get the Items requested. "Yes Kilia, right away!" He hurried to the kitchen to get what she needed. Peter on the other hand was looking at Soran's state and almost couldn't stomach it as flashes of when he saw his father dead from a bullet wound to the head came to mind and he walked out to the hall and leaned on the wall as he fell to the ground in a sitting position he just quietly buried his face into his knees.

Then, as long as he knew no one was around, he let himself cry a few tears. Even a bright personality like him needed to let out some of his sadness every once in awhile. He hardly noticed Jonathan passing by him with the Items Kilia told him to bring.

"Does he have a fever Kilia?" Jonathan asked her In a serious tone. He wanted to help her in anyway he could. He was her Guardian after all.

"Yes," she answered as she dipped the cloth in the water and wrung it out just enough to not soak his head. Placing it over his forehead, she took another cloth and let it soak in the water. Shaking her head a bit, she was tempted to force her magic system, but knew her mother would scold her, not to mention the results probably wouldnt be desirable anyway. She would have to wait. His shirt was a wreck, non-existant really. Sitting up on the side of the bed, she touched the shirt breifly before deciding that it wasnt going to be saved. With a swipe of her hand she opened the magic system and created a very simple pair of scissors. She started cutting the shirt in pieces so she could remove it. With a sigh she reached over and took the wet cloth.

When the wounds were cleaned up enough she frowned, "Hey, Robin. Do you have tweasers or anything? Theres... glass, I think. Poor boy... Cant it be morning yet?" she muttered the last part to heself.

Jonathan assessed the injuries on the boy when Kilia said glass. "Huh, some form of glass, probably a window or a Glass Vase, of the expensive kind by what I can, tell, I need a closer look." Peter turned to the backpack he kept on him, despite being empty of clothes, he had several other useful things too. "Tweezers tweezers, ah, here we are."

Jonathan pulled out a pair of tweezers. "How many shards are we looking at here?" He asked in utter curiosity as he handed them to her. "Let's not make his nose turn red." He said to try and ease the tension off of the situation.

"I... I don't know," Kilia answered him as she leaned forward. Taking the tweasers she got to work, slowly and carefully. The young Seer was relieved that he was unconscious, but at the same time very worried about his condition. He was definitely battered and bruised. This will be a long night... she thought to herself as she worked.