My friends don't walk, they run

[madcuriosity]

Who: Alice Liddell and YOU
What: Alice is running a high fever, and gets the bright idea that playing out in the cold will help cool her down. This is clearly a terrible idea
When: Throughout the week
Where: Fayren
Warnings: None at the moment


A: My brain is scattered [Fayren]

It was quite cold outside, but Alice felt like she was on figurative fire. Even holding snow in her hands didn't do much to cool her down. She was currently just walking down the street, not intending to go far from home and just letting herself get some fresh air. Fresh air was supposed to be good when you had a fever, right? She couldn't remember where she heard such a thing, maybe she had made it up. But it sounded like good advice, at the very least.

She was a bit more wobbly than usual from the fever and the slippery nature of the snow and ice on the pavement. Snow boots or not, Alice and balance tended to not get along.

Which is why, for a moment, she was wondering why she was looking up at a wall of gray... only to realize it was the sky and she had slipped flat onto her back and stayed there. Oh... She should most certainly move, she was likely being quite a bother to any passerby. Yes, she should definitely move... Just... not yet. Maybe once everything stopped hurting.

She was in pain, really everything ached, including her head. No. Especially her head. She was quite dizzy at the moment. Was that from the fall or the fever, she wondered?

Or perhaps it could be both.

When the wall of gray was suddenly broken up by a face and then two other identical faces, she offered a curtsy while laying down, more or less just moving her dress underneath her winter coat.

"Hello," she offered. "Could the three of you please stop moving? It's making me terribly dizzy," well... dizzier.

B: You can be Alice, I'll be the mad hatter [Closed to close CR]

She was restricted to bed rest and more importantly, to bed.

When the medicine didn't put her to sleep, she was bored. And a bored Alice meant a fidgety one.

Maybe, if only for a moment, she could just go downstairs for a change of scenary. At the very least, she could move her legs. Maybe she'd make some tea. For once, she actually felt hungry, which considering she pretty much couldn't stomach more than tea and soup before feeling full, was a small sign of improvement. She looked all around and made a "shush" noise to her moonflowers in their windowsill box and grabbed Basil before making to tiptoe to her door.

She opened it and looked up into a familiar face. Drat! She had been caught!

"Oh um... we..." honestly with her mind a bit fuzzy she actually couldn't think of an excuse. So she went for the truth. "We're hungry." She held up Basil whose head flopped forward as if upset about the state of his stomach.

Comments

[theyseemeroland]

"How about some tea, then?" She doesn't need to know it's good for her. Some chamomile will help her sleep it off, if nothing else.

Roland leans down, opening his arms.

"I can carry you. It's no trouble."

[madcuriosity]

Alice loves tea, and is well aware of its medicinal properties, she's more speaking of pills and syrups.

"Well..." hugs did seem really wonderful right now. "But what if I get you sick?"

[theyseemeroland]

"As long as you don't breathe in my face, I think it should be okay." Roland won't have any hard feelings if she does, though, which he shows with a quick, good-natured grin. He crouches down properly now, offering her his arms again.

[madcuriosity]

She moved into his arms, not sure what to do or how best to hold onto him. Should she wrap her arms around his neck? She did just that, even if she wasn't sure she should.

[theyseemeroland]

Roland moves one arm behind her legs, literally sweeping her off her feet -- but his other arm is there to catch her back as she falls; and her arms around his neck help, too. From there, he can easily pull her up into a bridal carry, readjusting his grip to make sure he won't drop her.

"All good?" The smile he gives as he looks down at her can only be described as fatherly. Holding her like this reminds him so much of when he carried his own son around, whether because he was tired or the two of them just felt like it.

[madcuriosity]

Even though she was prepared for it and even though Neil picked her up all the time, Alice still was quite unused to being carried and gave a small "eep" when she was in Roland's arms.

"Oh uh, yes, Mr. Roland," she offered, surprised at how strong he was. "Where are we going, then? For tea?"

[theyseemeroland]

"Well, a tea shop would be appropriate, don't you think?" Roland bobs his head toward town. "Unless you want to go somewhere else? Maybe home?"

[madcuriosity]

She closed her eyes. "If... we go to a tea shop, I'll need to write a note saying where we're going." She didn't want them to worry... well, worry more.