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percivalthegale) wrote2009-01-28 10:16 pm
percivalthegale) wrote2009-01-28 10:16 pm
Strange days
Being confined to the infirmary for a week has thrown me completely off stride. I can hardly remember what I was doing before I got sick, and now...well. Things are unsettled, in my little world.
That's right. Just before I really started to feel this sickness coming on, Kathy had me over for dinner. Her gift to me, for the holidays, was a fine home-cooked meal. Rather splendid, actually. She outdid herself. I was a little taken aback that she spent so much time and money trying to make herself into a more...shall we say, elegant girl, for me. Not that she didn't look beautiful, but it concerns me. Is that what people think of me? That I only like courtly girls, or overtly-attractive girls? That anyone should have to try so hard to catch my eye? I...I didn't want to give her the wrong impression, that night, but it was somewhat disconcerting. Kathy is sweet and friendly and generous and wonderful on all accounts, but where such a dress and hairdo would be appropriate on some girls, it bothered me to see her looking so. Very strange, I know, but I can't shake that feeling. I'd sort of let it leave my mind while I was ill, but now that I'm clear-headed and can remember...
She doesn't have to try so hard. I don't like that in a woman. I never have. I prefer people who can be themselves and not be ashamed of it. I thought she was stronger and self-assured, but it seems every woman who tries to get my attention thinks the only way to do it is to lower the neckline and sweep up the hair. I can hear Borus now, chiding me for looking a gift horse in the mouth. I should be pleased that women tend to fall over themselves trying to catch my eye, right? And yet, I am not.
It seems I caught the same flu that was going around, or something like it. For a few days there all I could do was sleep, I felt just awful. Even now, having been out for a few days, I'm a bit run-down. I would like to return to patrol but I think I should take it easy. Miss Alenia seems more than enthusiastic to work, so I am content to let her. I wouldn't want to be susceptible to another illness while my defenses are down.
Lady Chris...is not in danger, they say. Still, it was a tense few days, laying in the infirmary wishing I could do something, waiting for word. Sir Wyatt saved her, thank the Goddess, and she's resting now. I will spend a while sitting with her, even if she's only sleeping. Borus, Roland, and Leo will never forgive me if I placed my own duty or health above hers. And I won't. Besides, then Master Mathiu can keep an eye on me as well, if I am sitting beside Chris' bed in the infirmary.
Goodness. February is approaching quickly. Ah, and I still haven't given Troy the gift I saved for him! I'm sure he will excuse me for being ill...I wouldn't have wanted him to catch that flu from me, either. But now I should look for him in earnest, when I can tear myself away from Lady Chris' side for a few minutes. Perhaps I'll take it easy, for a time, and not get over-excited. Even with Valentine's coming. I remember last year, being so eager and receiving almost nothing for my efforts. Perhaps it would be wiser to conserve my meager pay and limit myself this year. Stay quiet, and not get on anyone's nerves. That way, I can hope to avoid any compromising positions.
A prayer to the Goddess for health, as I lay my head down tonight. And not just mine.
That's right. Just before I really started to feel this sickness coming on, Kathy had me over for dinner. Her gift to me, for the holidays, was a fine home-cooked meal. Rather splendid, actually. She outdid herself. I was a little taken aback that she spent so much time and money trying to make herself into a more...shall we say, elegant girl, for me. Not that she didn't look beautiful, but it concerns me. Is that what people think of me? That I only like courtly girls, or overtly-attractive girls? That anyone should have to try so hard to catch my eye? I...I didn't want to give her the wrong impression, that night, but it was somewhat disconcerting. Kathy is sweet and friendly and generous and wonderful on all accounts, but where such a dress and hairdo would be appropriate on some girls, it bothered me to see her looking so. Very strange, I know, but I can't shake that feeling. I'd sort of let it leave my mind while I was ill, but now that I'm clear-headed and can remember...
She doesn't have to try so hard. I don't like that in a woman. I never have. I prefer people who can be themselves and not be ashamed of it. I thought she was stronger and self-assured, but it seems every woman who tries to get my attention thinks the only way to do it is to lower the neckline and sweep up the hair. I can hear Borus now, chiding me for looking a gift horse in the mouth. I should be pleased that women tend to fall over themselves trying to catch my eye, right? And yet, I am not.
It seems I caught the same flu that was going around, or something like it. For a few days there all I could do was sleep, I felt just awful. Even now, having been out for a few days, I'm a bit run-down. I would like to return to patrol but I think I should take it easy. Miss Alenia seems more than enthusiastic to work, so I am content to let her. I wouldn't want to be susceptible to another illness while my defenses are down.
Lady Chris...is not in danger, they say. Still, it was a tense few days, laying in the infirmary wishing I could do something, waiting for word. Sir Wyatt saved her, thank the Goddess, and she's resting now. I will spend a while sitting with her, even if she's only sleeping. Borus, Roland, and Leo will never forgive me if I placed my own duty or health above hers. And I won't. Besides, then Master Mathiu can keep an eye on me as well, if I am sitting beside Chris' bed in the infirmary.
Goodness. February is approaching quickly. Ah, and I still haven't given Troy the gift I saved for him! I'm sure he will excuse me for being ill...I wouldn't have wanted him to catch that flu from me, either. But now I should look for him in earnest, when I can tear myself away from Lady Chris' side for a few minutes. Perhaps I'll take it easy, for a time, and not get over-excited. Even with Valentine's coming. I remember last year, being so eager and receiving almost nothing for my efforts. Perhaps it would be wiser to conserve my meager pay and limit myself this year. Stay quiet, and not get on anyone's nerves. That way, I can hope to avoid any compromising positions.
A prayer to the Goddess for health, as I lay my head down tonight. And not just mine.