The Dryad 61 Interruptions

"Pardon me," she said, feeling a little awkward for being caught. "But, why is a human sorceress under the protection of the elves?" The question was straight to the point, but I really did not mind. Things were easier that way.

As I was preparing my thoughts I heard Jennifer whisper to herself, "She is a sorceress. I see why the Lady invited her." It was after we had already been invited to stay that Lillian had learned that I was a 'sorceress' but I was not going to point that out.

I need to get my mind back on track. I did not have to think hard, I was just trying to recall my back story without getting lost in my musings. Before I got my thoughts straight the maid walked back into the room. I had already given up protesting and just let the maid cover me with the blanket. It was not like the candle light was going to be able to grant me a chance to gain any energy with my feet exposed to the world. I would likely lose more just to the argument that would ensue.

What was I supposed to be talking about? Ahh the cover story. I opened my mouth to start speaking when I heard Lillian say, "Laurel, we can have the maid show one of your students to the kitchen to make the medicine that you need." I guess that was our immediate cover story. The 'Uh' that I let escape at the sudden tangent was anything but graceful. But I guess I already covered that part of the story with me being raised in isolation.I believe Leafia would call it "being raised like an animal." I wanted to say "plant" but that really did not fit here….

Pulling my thoughts back in, I said, "Emily, can you go with the maid and make me some medicine?" Emily was really the only choice for this since as far as I knew Leafia knew next to nothing about medicine. Emily also knew the cause of this fiasco. I a.s.sumed she knew that she could just make me tea as long as it fooled our host.

"I would be happy to," Emily said as she shot up enthusiastically. I don't know why she seemed so excited about this request.

I did my best to put Emily and whatever she was up to out of my mind and opened my mouth "As --"

"What were we talking about before I side tracked the conversation?" Lillian asked. All I could do was to deflate at this interruption, my voice leaving a trailing ssss.

"You were asking about why I am traveling with two elves as my guards." I responded. I did my best to keep my sigh from being noticed by the others. I had never had this hard of a time finis.h.i.+ng a sentence in my life, and that is saying something. "The journey I am on is partially by the request of the elven patriarch. His daughter is --"

"-- Let me tell the story for you." Istan said cutting me off.

I let out a harrumph to show my displeasure. "But I can--"

"--ba ba ba ba ba! your man, Istan was it, is right. You need to rest." I could only let out a longer sigh as I deflated once again. Maybe I was right for staying at my pond for 500 years. I could talk as long as I wanted without all these interruptions. Though Mist would stop listening after a day or two.

Since I was not allowed to be part of the conversation, I do not need to listen to what is being said. Okay maybe I was being a little bitter about all these interruptions. But it was not like I was going to learn anything new, anyway. You would think they might want to listen to someone who was thousands of years older than them. But Nooo!
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Being too 'sick' to even follow the conversation, I spent my time thinking of ways to keep these pesky mortals who would not listen out of my way. The idea I was most fond of was making hedge rows of stinging nettles. But if I did that the animals would not be too happy and I would never hear the end of it from Faun. But I then started reprimanding myself. I was just wanting to act like a spoiled G.o.ddess. But was it really too much to ask to not be bothered when I did not want to talk and have people listen when I wanted to? What do you mean about having to listen to others? I am a 'sick' G.o.ddess and not allowed to be part of the conversation in the first place.

What was wrong with me? Something about there being no spiritual power in the city has affected me. I almost reminded myself of a human who drank too much. I have been naked my whole life. Why would I get so embarra.s.sed about going a round with only a cloak on? Or maybe it was just that I was expecting that I was 'modest' under my cloak when I was actually naked.

I was lost in my wanderings for about twenty minutes, when I realized that Emily had returned with her cup of medicine. From the smell I could tell that it was not just tea like I was thinking it would be. She actually made medicine. The smell made me question how palatable it would be. Gray might have had a valid point when he noted that the flavor of her medicine could use some improvement.

"This should help you feel better by morning," Emily said with a smile.

I did my best not to grimace as I took to cup from her. I took the medicine quickly to reduce my impending suffering. The flavor was everything that I was expecting, and not in a good way. But I could say that this would be a surprisingly effective medicine for someone that was only just over 300 years old. "I can tell that the medicine will be effective. But next time, try lowering the temperature a little. It was slightly over cooked, increasing the unpleasant flavor. And add some cloves, they should help balance the flavor."

It seems like Emily was satisfied with the way that I gave her suggestion because she said, "Thank you for your advice, I will keep that in mind next time." Then she turned to Gray, "And that is how you tactfully give suggestions to someone." It seemed that she had not completely forgotten the past slight.

Gray sheepishly looked at his feet and murmured, "Yes dear."

"They really are a married couple," Lillian stated with a laugh, "They remind me so much of how I was with my late husband when we were young. Now Emily, make sure you heed your own advice." She then turned more melancholy and said, "I have been widowed for five years now and I find myself several times wis.h.i.+ng I treated my husband better. You don't want to find yourself in that position."

It was Emily's turn to look a little sheepish. From my reclined position on the couch I could see a slight smile creep over Gray's face, but he wisely kept his head down so the others did not notice. I would not spoil his secret.

"It is getting late, we should be heading off to bed." Lillian said, "Rest is important for recovery. That is one thing most of the doctors seem to agree on."

"But we have not helped you yet, didn't you say you wanted us to make some medicine?" I started to protest.

"That will have to wait till the morning. I you need rest and you will work better in the morning once the medicine has taken effect." I once again gave up arguing and got up to make my way to bed. Lillian is friendly enough but I have a really hard time dealing with her. Might be that she does not treat me as either a G.o.ddess or a demon like everyone else seems to.