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When Riyah woke, she was lying in a bed unfamiliar to her. Her sense of touch, sound, and smell were the first to come as she drifted out of the near comatose sleep she had been in. The room was cooler than her chambers, though she could feel warmth coming from a fire perhaps in the next room. The only sound she could make out was that of voices in the distance, talking quietly and incoherently. The bed was stiff and apparently was one not used very often, and as much discomfort as it brought, Riyah did not try to move.
Eventually, she found the courage and strength to open her eyes, and as she did so she saw that she was indeed in a place she hadn’t expected to be – the healer’s chambers. Calling the place “chambers” was really an inaccurate term. There were many chambers that were set aside for the healers – magicians and physicians alike that spent gave their lives to tending to the ailments of the citizens of Asgard.
Loki's Journal 9I feel that it's required of me to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. I have presents for my loyal helpers that have become so much more to me. However, I don't share in the joyous feelings and warmth that are supposed to come from this day. Am I missing something? I thought the presents were supposed to make everything better. Perhaps it's because I'm alone. Now that I can cook, I've made an amazing meal, but do you think anyone would come to spend the day with me? I know that some of you that I adore will after I post this, but I was not thought of before then. Especially not by my brother or his friends. They want me to prove they can trust me, they're making me see a therapist (although they may regret that), but they obviously don't care about what I'm going through. If I didn't have any of you, I would be completely alone.More Like This
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