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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 15, 2008 18:42:24 GMT 10
(To keep things in the right area, we're reposting/double-posting some posts.)
HESTER
Hester nodded. "I know Marco, Sky too." She grinned at them faintly. "Though I dunno how much of that message I'll remember." She stood up, and stretched, walking quickly over to Storm. She almost tripped over the saddle on the ground. Darn. What am I going to do with this? I don't really want to put it on him without the blanket... She frowned. I guess it'll be safe enough here... Not much of a chance someone will stumble on it. And as far as I know wild animals don't ride. She took a handful of Storm's mane and swung herself onto his back.
Taking a lat look back at the two Voskons, she took the reins, and pressed her heels to Storm's sides. "C'mon Storm! Go!" He jumped into a gallop almost from a stand-still, tossing his head and flicking his tail. Hester closed her eyes at branches of trees whipped by, making them sting. The stream... If we find that, and follow it until it forks, we can get back to town quicker. She opened her eyes a crack and tried to see where they were. Storm dodged in between huge trees, and leaped over fallen logs, all at breakneck speed. Though he was no coward, he was obviosly glad to leave the Voskons behind.
Wait! That tree! It was leaning on its neighbour, at an impossible angle, looking ready to crash to the forest floor. She remembered that tree... The stream she wanted was somewhere near there. She turned Storm towards it, and almost got brained, ducking just n time as he charged under it. Muttering darkly, Hester lookined around for any sign of the stream. There! She turned Storm, and they leaped out form in between two trees, into the water.
Cold water splashed Hester, droplets raining on her face and soaking into her pants. She grinned, in spite of the situation. She loved galloping on Storm... They moved over closer to the bank, where the water was shallower. There wweren't so many branches here, she could open her eyes. "What the hell am I doing?" She asked herself suddenly. Going on a mad gallop to te tavern, because you met some complete strangers in the woods. Voskons. She shook her head to clear it. Well, she was going to have to believe it. There was the woman's blood on her hands, for on thing. But Voskons... Wow. She'd heard stories, but she hadn't been sure if she believed them. Kijah was right, she knew some hunters who would do anything to get a voskon skin. She shivered. Well, she was sworn to secrecy. Not a word.
She was so preoccupied that she almost missed the fork. They took the left one, and it went on for a short distance before it became a large puddle. Then it was out of the water and into the trees again, navigating through impenetrable tangles of blackberry bushes and thorns. After a while, the trees thinned out, and Daism appeared. She breathed a sigh of relief. They would make it in time. Storm thundered through the gates and onto the cobbled streets, and Hester had to keep her wits about her to keep from running into people. They pulled up in front of BelAit and she threw herself off, running into the inn. Reality was comign back now, they had to move fast. If the woman was going to survive she needed that healer soon.
She almost slammed into Sky just inside the door. She yelped in surprise, sidestepping just in time. "Sky!" She said urgently, lowering her voice, trying desperately to remember the message. "Well there's this lady, she has long dark hair and she has a room here and we need it as quickly as possible because she's injured and needs a healer. Do you know about any healers close by? And ones that can be trusted?" Sky blinked at her, surprised. "There's a healerdown the road, actually, but... Well, there are a few woman with long dark hair here." She said, with a small smile. Hester bit her tongue, trying to recall what Kijah had said. "Ki--Err, well, the lady with long dark hair was asking for someone earlier." Hester said, hoping Kijah knew what she was talking about. Sky thought for a moment, then nodded. "Right! Yeah, I remember... Injured...?" She frowned. "I'll go get the room ready then." She turned and walked quickly up the stairs still frowning.
Hester waited a moment to catch her breath, then raqn back out the door. "Down the street, healer down the street..." She murmured, looking for a healer's sign on a gate. "Not that one.. No, not that one... Where's the bloody healer?" She almost choked with relief when she saw it, and vaulted over the gate. Her stomach turned over as she hammered on the door. What if there was no one at home? She almost died with relief again when a middle aged woman with dark green eyes and long, straight brown hair opened the door. "Yes?" She asked, looking a bit surprised when she saw Hester. Hester spoke quickly, her words tumbling over each other. "Please Miss, we have someone injured coming from the woods, she has a room at BelAit and she's bleeding badly, she needs a proper healer and..." She took a breath. "We'd much appreciate it if you came over and helped her Miss, you're the closest healer I can find."
The woman stared at Hester for a moment, before whirling and striding back down the hall of the house. Hester's heart sank and for am moment she thought the woman would refuse, but she reappeared a second later carrying a large basket, filled with what seemed to be medical supplies. Hester took a deep breath, and they hurried back down the street, towards the tavern. They stopped at the door, and Hester peered down the street, hoping to see the wolf-man and Kijah.
End Hester
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 15, 2008 18:43:47 GMT 10
Traf kept his head low and his back hunched as he ran, shielding Tes with his body as branches lashed at his face, caught in his hair. He flew over fallen logs and rocks, watching trees pass by as blurs.
He emerged from the edge of the forest outside the city gates, sure he must have looked like some sort of wild man. His face was streaked with sweat and dirt, there were bits of leaves in his hair. He was barefoot, clothed in animal skins with the wolf pelt draped over Tes’ still form and his arms. It looked suspicious, at the very least he would have a lot of attention drawn to him. That was the last thing he ever wanted, but it wasn’t as if he had the time to set Tes down and do a bit of grooming before he headed into town. That mentality didn’t stop the hairs from standing up at the back of his neck as he brusquely walked into town.
The plethora of scents hit him immediately--acrid smoke, sickly-sweet rotting garbage. The smells of too many humans and too many animals living too close together, too removed from nature and the ideal that you wasted nothing. He hated human cities and often preferred to take his time entering, attempting to familiarize himself with the smells and sounds bit by bit. This time, he charged straight in. It was too difficult to differentiate Hester and her mount’s trail from the many others surrounding him, but the inn was still easy to find. That was probably the idea, afterall, as a destination for travelers.
It was a strange sensation when he saw the girl waiting at the door to the tavern. It was something he never thought he’d feel when he saw a human--relief. He continued to hurry toward her, hoping she had prepared the way and could lead him straight upstairs to a room containing a healer.
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 15, 2008 18:45:21 GMT 10
HESTER
Hester paced up and down on the street outside BelAit. Storm was loosely tied to a wooden post, and he stood shifting his weight around, and tossing his head, bored and annoyed at having to stay in one place for so long. He sneezed, and licked the flaking green paint on the post. It tasted disgusting, so he stamped and whipped his tail from side to side. The healer sat on a low stone wall, her back very straight and her legs crossed. If she'd just known that her patient was going to take a while to arrive, she might've had time for a quick cup of tea...
Hester's heart was still thundering, and she glanced up every so often at the end of the street, hopignt o see Traf charging towards them. If they didn't get here soon... She shuddered. What if the woman bled to death? It didn't take a genius to tell she didn't have long. Hester bit her lip and twisted the bottom of her shirt around her fingers. If only she'd known more, been able to help more. If only she'd bothered to find out how to do these things...
She pushed the thoughts away, sighing. No point thinking about that now. Next time I'll be ready. She heard a nise, and her head shot up. Her heart leaped and she ran the last couple of steps towards Traf, relief flooding through her.
The healer jumped up too, looking rather surprised, eying Traf. Hester pointed to the tavern. "There, Sky should've gotten a room ready already, this is the healer..." She turned and half jogged to the door, pushing it open and holding it open for the others. "Sky should be somewhere upstairs, I'm not sure what number the room is, but look for a girl with blonde hair..." She motioned towards the staircase, but didn't go up, suddenly shy. She didn't want to see that horrible wound again, anyway. And they'd need breathing room.
"Good luck." She murmured to Traf. "I hope everything goes well."
Sorry about the rushed post. I was thinking, I might change Hester's age from 17 to 16. She just seems a bit... Young for her age, if you know what I mean. She still looks the same and everything, though. ^_^ So if one of the mods could change it on her profile, that'd be great.
End Hester
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 15, 2008 18:49:36 GMT 10
KIJAH
Kijah adjusted the saddle wondering just how in the hell humans managed to carry these contraptions. They don't carry them they ride them Kij. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. She picked her way through the woods, it was slow going, the skirt was hindering her more than she liked. If Traf would have been with her she would have just stripped it off and went, but alone, she didn't like traveling so exposed. It seemed every step either the skirt was snagging or one of those straps and buckle contraptions on the saddle was catching on something.
Kijah was following Traf's trail when she stopped. She could have sworn she heard something in the woods. Of course you heard something, its a forest, there are animals. No an animal wouldn't have caught my attention so. I am used to animals. In no condition to stay and face an unknown especially seeing how they found Tes, she moved on at a quicker rate. The quicker she moved didn't seem to help her uneasy feeling, it still felt like she was being followed. She moved a bit further but had to stop and adjust the saddle, the weight was putting a strain on her already sore shoulder. When she stopped she heard the definite snap of a limb. Her eyes widened as she quickened her pace. Something was in the forest and she didn't want to be found, the sooner she got to Traf the better she would feel.
Her heart was pounding as she left the woods and entered the clearing at the edge of town, she walked quickly over to a building and dropped the saddle on the ground and leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. Her shoulder was burning but atleast she was in town, she was going to let the pain ease a bit before she went to the tavern. She was only a few buildings down she knew, but she also remembered what happened the last time she ignored the burn in her shoulder. She would not be making the same mistake twice, she might be a bit frightened when she got to him, but Traf was atleast going to find her in one piece.
End Kijah
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 15, 2008 18:50:57 GMT 10
Traf moved fluidly to the tavern door, pausing only when he stood just inches away from Hester. He stared hard at the girl for a moment, as long as he dared wait. Softly, lowering his eyes to Tes’ face, he said, “Thank you, Hester.” He threw a glance over his shoulder at the healer to see that she was following, and moved inside. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the interior compared to the bright midday sun, he realized all of the patrons had turned to stare at them. Not wanting to give them too good a look, he quickly darted up the stairs.
He stared down the long hallway of doors, dismayed when he didn’t see anyone. Then a faint rustling sound caught his attention, and he started down the hall toward the sound. He reached the end of the hall before he found the open doorway and cautiously glanced inside to see the blonde girl Hester had described preparing the room.
He charged in, deaf to everything other than Tes’ erratic heartbeat, including the girl’s--Sky, was it?--comments when she took in the sight of them. Carefully, Traf laid Tes on the bed, not comforted in the least by how closely her skin resembled the fresh white linens that had been prepared. As the healer entered the room behind him, he gently worked the wolf’s pelt out from underneath Tes’ still body and unwrapped her cloak and removed it entirely. Neither material was anywhere near clean enough to be near her wounds.
“She was bleeding profusely, so we cauterized the wound,” he said hurriedly to the healer as the burn was revealed. “And she’s been coughing up blood, though I have no idea why. We found her unconscious in the woods--I don’t know if she was attacked or not. She received the wound yesterday and it seems to have ripped open somehow.”
(I’ll leave the healer to you, Tes, so you have something to do other than playing an unconscious person. (Plus, I don’t wanna get yelled at no more. ><) Unless someone else wants to do it terribly. *shrugs)
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Post by Kassdc on Apr 15, 2008 19:34:26 GMT 10
Kijah sat against the building gathering her breath, she wanted to sit there and rest a bit but she knew if she stalled too much Traf would worry more than he needs too. That and there was the fact she wasn't so sure she wanted to hang around to see who or what was following her in the forest. She looked up and noticed more men than she cared for staring at her flimsy skirt, she did not like this one bit. She stood and grabbed the saddle again and started for the tavern this time ignoring the pain, she wanted to be with Traf as soon as she could. She rounded the corner and paused in the street scanning the crowd relief washing over when she saw Hester, but fear just the same. The town was so busy she couldn't smell Traf's scent anymore.
The prickling on the back of her neck came again, she was still being watched. Perhaps just paranoid being in town? Maybe the unknown from the forest. She wasn't sure but again didn't stick around to find out. She made her way over to Hester and handed the saddle to her. "I didn't want to leave it out there for a common thief to steal after what you did for us. Thank you."
She started to go into the tavern when a scent caught her nose, it was one from the cave, the man, Shad they called him. She followed the scent walking when she almost stepped right on him. Damn but he blends in well, I would have never known him here if not for his scent! She kneeled down almost as if she was looking at something on the ground, making sure to look away from his direction however.
"You are quite good at that you know. Shad is it? Look I am sure by now you saw him, but I shall warn you now before you see her. Tes is hurt bad. Traf found her in the woods, her shoulder injury had torn open where she tried to stitch it up. She lost alot of blood from the looks of it. We aren't healers but we burned the wound as she said but she passed out soon after. She had a room here so we sent for a healer to try and see what she can do. Shad, I was followed in the woods, I am not sure by what or who but something is out there." Kijah pointed up at a poster above Shad's head. "That says there is a hunt soon for something. Sounds big. A girl in the tavern told me about a serpent that was hunting farmer's flocks. I had forgotten until I was followed. Fajera knows nothing about this. She is at the cave, if there are hunters and she is in...if she is hunting something bad could happen. She needs to be warned and I can't leave to take off in the woods. Traf would have my hide for that one. I need to go in knowing him he is already worrying, but at least you could do something to forewarn her before it is too late."
She stood and continued looking down the street before she moved to enter the tavern. She adjusted the pack on her shoulder relieved to get rid of the excess weight, and entered the tavern. She ran in and looked around for any sign of a familiar and spotted Marco near the bar. She ran over and smiled gently at him, "Marco, where is Sky? She is probably with some companions of mine."
Marco looked over Kijah and smiled while shaking his head. "My but you look like you have joined Cally for one of her sparing matches. Go through that door down the hall Sky and your friends are the only ones back that way, just call her name she will hear."
Kijah nodded a thanks and took off through the door. The hall was less traveled and she could clearly get Traf and Tes's scent in here, as well as Sky's. She ran in and nodded at Sky and the looked to the unknown woman who she could only assume to be the healer. She spotted Traf and walked quickly over to him and grabbed his hand and leaned against his arm. She didn't even notice how she was shaking, she was just trying to put the follower out of her mind. Right now she needed to be concerned with Tes's well being.
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Post by silverbrumby on Apr 16, 2008 12:28:14 GMT 10
Hester smiled at Kijah and thanked her, settling the saddle onto her left arm. She watched her for a moment more, and noticed her talking to someone, though she couldn't see the other person too clearly, there were some people in the way. She leaned against the wall and let out a breath. It was going to be OK. Hopefully. They had a healer. The woman would probably survive. And you don't even know her name! Hester grinned and walked to Storm, placing the saddle on the ground near his front legs. She stretched, feeling more relaxed than she had in ages. She wrapped her arms around Storm's neck and breathed in his horsey scent.
She stood like that for a while, then gave Storm a quick check-over, to make sure he was OK after the run through the woods, looking for any burrs in his tail and running her hands down his legs. She didn't find anything wrong, so she lowered herself to the ground, sitting with her back against the post to which Storm was tethered. She didn't want to go up to see if things were all right just yet, but she didn't really want to leave, either. She was curious... She wanted to know a bit more about these people. Well, I'm not being nosy. It's not every day you meet Voskons. I reckon they'd be nice enough, in normal circumstances. And it's not like I'd tell anybody.
She closed her eyes and let the sounds and smells of the evening wash over her... Parts of conversations drifted towards her, mixed with the steady clops of horses' hooves, and other random bangings and yells you heard in a town. "... And I say, did you see her dress? Absolutely awful..." "... Yaaaah, you're a coward, c'mere, little theif..." "... Janira, are you planning on joining that hunt-type thing that's on in a couple of days? Seems very exciting..."
Hester's eyes were open in a flash. She moved into a crouching position, and inched over to her left, so she could see the street from between Storm's forelegs, but was mostly hidden by his body. Her heart sank. There was her cow of an older sister, sitting primly on a palomino mare, surrounded by her stupid noble-woman friends in their ugly frilly dresses on their immaculately groomed horses. She glared at them, and strained her ears. "...Yes, I suppose I shall go along just for fun. I'm going to be staying ast my parent's house while my husband is at the capital, which is going to be a pain because..."
She didn't hear any more. Hester groaned and fell back against her post. Damn. Going home was not an option. She glared at the wall of a building across the street. She refused to stay in the same house as Janira, full stop. No compromising. She sighed, and chewed absent absentmindedly on the end of her ponytail. Asking Kotir if she could stay at his shop didn't really appeal to her. Staying with a friend might raise some awkward questions about why she wasn't at home... The forest. She'd go camping in the forest. There was a nice glade by a small stream she knew about, and it wasn't too close to where she'd found the Voskons, so they probably wouldn't think she was poking into their business or spying on them. And she could still get to lessons and work with Kotir. Yeah, allright. She could do that.
For now, Hester settled herself more comfortably against the post, and waited for news of the injured woman.
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Post by tesumi on Apr 16, 2008 13:16:22 GMT 10
Erm, me? How about making Silver do it? XD *throws Silver at Traffers* There, you go be the healer... >_<
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Post by silverbrumby on Apr 16, 2008 14:03:02 GMT 10
Yeeek! *hides under a rock* You do it Tes, your character. *throws healer at Tes*
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 16, 2008 14:05:49 GMT 10
Erm, me? How about making Silver do it? XD *throws Silver at Traffers* There, you go be the healer... >_< You're the one who's all picky about who works on you. There's your chance to make sure it's right. ^_^
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Post by Kassdc on Apr 16, 2008 14:25:51 GMT 10
I will post as healer in just a few munites so that is taken care of
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Post by Kassdc on Apr 16, 2008 15:22:14 GMT 10
Mirasta looked down at the injured woman examining the wound. She listened intently to the nervous ramblings of the man trying to slow his words down in her head to line everything out. She started cleaning the wound, talking about it, more to herself than the others.
"She looks like she has rolled in mud, I smell liquor I assume you tried to disinfect it? Wound is sealed, yes thats good, but the bleeding." She now moved up and was cleaning up the woman's face trying to see if there were any injuries to explain the bleeding. "Where is such bleeding coming from, this is not from her shoulder wound that was just a cut." She lifted one of the woman's eyelids and looked at her eye turning her head back and forth before she seemed satisfied. "She does not appear to be in shock which is good, now to figure out this bleeding." She was looking around the woman's body searching madly until she noticed a bottle laying on the other side of the bed. She walked around moving the man out of the way without thinking and stooped down to examine the bottles. They were strange but the only person that would carry such potions and oils around has to be a healer.
She looked back up at Traf. "You...I assume you know this woman, she is a healer is she not?" Without waiting for an answer she moved back around to the side of the bed and started feeling around on the woman's abdomen. She closed her eyes and opened her hands holding them palm down slowly circling the woman's stomach muttering words of the ancient healers. Around and around her hands went, in steadily tightening circles stopping suddenly when she got to a spot just below the woman's right ribs. The woman looked up at the man and shook her head. "I assume she took on a wound recently, too much on one from the feel of this."
She turned and rummaged around in her sack looking for three specific bottles. She nearly dropped them when the red haired woman rushed into the room. What do these people think this is?? "This is not a market place, and I will not have people rushing in here every five seconds. I was called as a healer and even though this is an inn I expect to have order or I will leave her as she is."
She glared from one to the other daring them to say a word, she hadn't been paid yet so she could easily walk out. Satisfied she went back to her potions and picked up one of the bottles with a dark red liquid in it. She shook his contents a minute before taking the lid from the bottle. She went over and picked up on the woman bringing her into somewhat a sitting position before pouring some of the liquid in her mouth slowly as not to choke her. The woman coughed a bit but the liquid went down to Mirasta's satisfaction. She took the next bottle and reached in her bag for a bowl and poured in a little bit of a thick green liquid. To the liquid she added a fine white powder that smoked when added. She mixed this into a paste and started to smear it on the burnt shoulder wound. "This will help with the burn, and keep the outside from getting infected."
The last bottle she grabbed and looked from the man to the woman. This will need to be rubbed on her chest every few hours. It works from the outside to aid the red potion, one goes with the other. The red one lasts longer do she doesn't need it as often but as this oil goes on her skin it can be rubbed off easily by cloth so needs to be reapplied. I can trust you two will be staying to watch over her and can take care of this? I however need you *she looked at Traf here* to step out of the room. She needs to be cleaned up before this can be applied, your lady friend can stay and help if she likes, I can show her then how to apply this and she you. I will not undress her in your presence however. I will remain here for a couple hours to watch and make sure there is nothing else more pressing that has been missed before I leave and will return again in the morning to check up on her. I would suggest that she not be moved before tomorrow, and after that she shall need to take it easy. She is a healer though she should know all this."
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 16, 2008 17:00:07 GMT 10
Traf watched the healer work, sticking close to Tes but trying to stay out of the way. The wolf within was still pacing back and forth just beneath his skin, baring it’s teeth and snarling. Watching any member of his newfound pack in such a position would have set him on edge, but none more so than Tes or Kijah. Having this human so close and being forced to depend on her for Tes’ sake didn’t help either. It took him a few moments to realize the healer had stopped mumbling to herself and asked him something. “A healer, yes,” he murmured. When the healer brought up Tes’ healing of Kijah’s wound, he clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep from growling under his breath. Idiot cat! his head screamed. Over-extending herself! After a moment, a new thought entered his mind. She might be an idiot, but it’s my fault. She healed Kijah for me. It’s my fault. Unaware, he began to snarl softly, vaguely like a purr, but an odd sound to human ears to be sure.
It was Kijah’s fingers slipping into his hand and her slight weight resting against him that brought him out of his thoughts and stopped the growl trickling out of his throat. He could feel her shaking against him, and while it did nothing to calm the wolf, it did quiet some of the anger and instead raised his sense of protection. He didn’t care if she was cross with him or not, he needed to comfort her. He pulled his hand free from hers and put his arms around her to pull her body against his, squeezing her against him. And not a moment too soon.
Had his hands been unoccupied when the healer snapped at Kijah, he would have leapt on her and broken her neck. As it was, another growl bubbled up through his lips, memories surged to the surface of his mind and he could almost taste human blood on his tongue. He fixed his eyes on Tes’ face, trying to remind himself and the wild animal within just why he couldn’t kill the healer. Twitching with anger, he squeezed Kijah tighter, grateful for her presence as he watched the healer work.
He nodded curtly when she asked if they would be staying to watch over Tes. This was his fault, he owed her much more than just to stay and look after her, but it was a start. He certainly planned on staying as long as necessary, and if Kijah allowed him to have a say in it, she wouldn’t be leaving his side anytime soon.
I would suggest that she not be moved before tomorrow, and after that she shall need to take it easy, the healer said.
“She won’t be getting out of that bed if I have to sit on her to keep her down,” he muttered, thinking he just might have to, knowing his kitten. Then, suddenly, the rest of her words caught up to him.
Leave? You think I’m just going to leave her with you, human? he thought with a snarl. Eyeing Tes, he gave his thoughts voice, “I’m not going anywhere. She is my sister. And there is nothing I haven’t already seen.” He knew claiming kinship to Tes would seem odd, as they didn’t look a damn thing alike, except, perhaps, for their eyes. Which wasn’t all that helpful considering Tes’ eyes were closed anyways. All he could do was hope the healer would believe him, as he wasn’t going anywhere.
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Post by Kassdc on Apr 16, 2008 18:19:11 GMT 10
Kijah was grateful when Traf pulled her into an embrace and buried her head against his chest. As hard as she tried to shove the events of the forest from her mind they kept coming fresh, burning Tes's wound, being followed, it was all too much for her senses to take in right now. She jumped when the healer snapped at her and held her mate tighter as she murmured a meek apology to the healer. She felt Traf tense up at the healer's words and tone, looking up into his eyes she could see he was fighting a silent battle. One side wanted to hurt this human who was so rude and snarky, but the other side wanted Tes healed.
She needs to be cleaned up before this can be applied, your lady friend can stay and help if she likes, I can show her then how to apply this and she you. I will not undress her in your presence however.
Kijah's eyes went wide at this, it was just too much. She shook her head and held Traf closer. "No, he stays. She is strong, he can hold her if she wakes up, its...better." She looked up at Traf her eyes screaming at him, begging him to not leave her.
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Mirasta looked from one to the other, the man was an impertinent cuss that was for sure. She eyed him carefully when he mentioned the injured woman was a sister as they looked nothing alike. She shook her head however, the wounds needed to be treated.
"Fine have it your way. Sky I will need fresh linens for her and some water to clean her with."
She reached in her bag and pulled out a fourth bottle, this one was a cleanser to help get the majority of the dirt off quickly. She looked at the red haired female and shook her head. Clingy thing she was. "Look miss we need to get this done quickly, I will need some help cleaning her up to get the oil applied quicker." She proceeded to start untieing the laces and easing the breeches off. What happened to the days when ladies wore dresses. She tossed the breeches off to the side and nodded a thanks to Sky as she returned with the linens and the water. She grabbed the rag and soaked it in the water and poured some of the oil on the woman's skin and started to wash her off. She was meticulous in her task wanting to insure the woman was as clean as could be made. She then rubbed the healing oil on the woman's chest and stomach and wrapped her in a length of binding that was in her bag. She looked up at the red headed female and smiled.
"Its as simple as that, just make sure you cover her well in it. She will be asleep for a while, you can do what you please." She nodded over to a chair in the corner of the room. "I'm not leaving for a while until I see how she handles the medicine."
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Post by fateandfaith on Apr 16, 2008 19:33:20 GMT 10
A shiver ran down his spine as Kijah snuggled closer to him, the wolf receding. While Tes wasn’t completely out of the woods just yet, she was no longer in clear danger, and his mate was in his arms, safe. She was still upset over something--likely still cross with him--but safe, and that was what mattered. His heart twisted however when she apologized. It was the healer who had done wrong, not Kijah. The human had no right snapping at her for simply entering the room where she belonged and was needed. Though silent for the moment, the wolf was still ever-ready to attack at the slightest prompting. If provoked to rise to the surface again, he worried he might not be able to hold back his instincts. And as he met Kijah’s frightened gaze, he doubted his control even more. Her anxiety only served to fuel his own agitation. He needed to get away from the humans, especially the rude one, and take a moment to regroup his thoughts. Fast.
The moment Sky turned to leave after bringing the fresh supplies, he moved after her. “Lady, we could use a room,” he said softly, “the closer to this the better.” Relief washed over him as the maid informed him that the room next door was available. He reached up and pulled the piece of silver from his hair, as the other was currently buried in his pack. He pressed the coin into the girl’s palm with a slight feeling of reluctance. He'd had plans for the little money he had, and while a real bed and a room were a welcome luxury, a luxury they remained. He could think of plenty of supplies he needed, both for himself and Kijah. But no matter, he'd always found a way through lean times before, and he would again. “I don’t know how long we’ll be here. I’ll collect whatever remains of it when we leave.”
He watched the girl leave to prepare the room he’d requested and turned to find that the healer was nearly finished caring for Tes. Once again, he felt relief as the woman offered to stay with Tes. “Thank you for your help, I've rented the room next door if you need us,” he muttered to the healer as he strode over to Tes’ side. He bent to lay a gentle kiss on the lioness's forehead, happily noting that her skin wasn’t as cool as it had been the last time he’d touched her. His kitten seemed safe at long last.
As he slung his pack over his shoulder, he gathered up the wolf pelt he'd discarded on the floor, draping it over his other shoulder and arm. He turned to Kijah then. His eyes were sad as he looked at her and gingerly reached out his hand to her, as if he worried she wouldn’t want to join him. So much had gone wrong that day, with his luck he wouldn’t be too shocked if it just kept getting worse.
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