Timestamp: 11th of Fall, 511 AV Location: The Infirmary, in the evening Status: Closed, tag Aidara The smell of blood was making her nauseous. It had never been pleasant, but when there was no way of escaping it or making it go away the scent quickly grew overpowering. It stung her eyes, made it unpleasant to breathe. She could almost taste it on her tongue. Adrenaline was slowly draining from her blood, and in its wake it left an intense, very uncomfortable awareness of her own body. It hurt like hell. A shallow cut across the chest stung and burned as cooling sweat slipped down her skin, the edges reddened but not really bleeding. At some point her hand had been nicked by a blade, small cuts that she hadn't noticed in the heat of the moment but that now made her reluctant to touch anything if it wasn't necessary. Her body was sore, aching, tired from the strain she had caused it. But most importantly, blood seeped slowly forth beneath her fingers, no matter now tightly she pressed them against the stomach. She didn't think it was too deep, but the slick feeling of her fingers and the way the blood clung to her skin, dried and cracked as she moved... It just made her feel ill. The mongrel had a distant look on her face as she moved through the warrens, her goal set for the infirmary but without any real hurry to get there. A part of her mind tried to make the legs move faster, tried to scream some sense into the brain. It was held back though, trapped and contained behind a thick wall of fuzz that made sounds seem distant and her own movements slow and sluggish. It wasn't uncommon, Rista usually took some time to recover after a fight, but perhaps this wasn't the best of times to be daydreaming. The blood dampened the cloth of the bryda and made it stick to her thigh as she walked. It itched, the dark wool grinding against her skin was bothersome and she thought of pulling it away, doing something about it. The feeling wasn't as uncomfortable as that of the dagger in her hand. She wanted to let it go, but couldn't make the fingers pry away from the leather sheath. And she couldn't simply drop her own weapon on the ground, now could she. Something dark and solid appeared before her eyes and wouldn't go away. Reluctantly the dark-haired yasi stopped and stared at it, her eyes squinting to make the fog lift from her head. Oh.. A door. Was she already there? She couldn't remember how she had gotten there, but it was clearly the door to the infirmary. Good, she needed to have the cut looked after. She had been scolded last time she got injured, and she didn't want Kovac to scold her about it again. Nice as it was that he appeared to care about her, albeit odd and rather surprising, he was more than welcome to bark at someone else. In fact, she didn't need more than one scolding from him, the last one had been rough enough and that time he hadn't even looked like he was mad for real.. Thoughts spinning in her head, it took the girl several chimes to gather herself. It took effort to raise her hand and push at the door, grimacing faintly as her fingers got jammed between the door and the sheathed dagger in her hand. She didn't even think to change the grip on the weapon as she struggled to open the door, somehow managing to push it open enough to slip inside. Grunting at a stab of pain from her stomach, the copper-skinned girl leaned back against the portal and breathed, fighting the roll of nausea with closed eyes and beads of sweat gleaming on her forehead. "Hello? I could use some help.." she managed to say after swallowing heavily. Even to herself the voice sounded cracked and hoarse, faint even. As she cracked a black eye open to look around, she hoped that someone had been there to hear her. If not, then she would have to... do something on her own. Somehow. It still hadn't stopped bleeding. |
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Aidara on November 3rd, 2011, 3:27 am
It was a very menial task, but it had to be done. The herbs had been set to dry over the past couple days and it simply couldn’t be put off any longer else they would start to fall apart. It took longer to dry the herbs in the Infirmary because it wasn’t as hot as would be ideal. Instead of taking half a dozen bells, the process was extended over a period of a few days. That was fine for Addy, because she definitely didn’t have the time to be plucking dried herbs from the walls multiple times a day.
Since Aidara no longer had the option of taking the day to scale the mountain sides or meander through the forest in search of the herbs that the Infirmary needed, she instead had to wait for the Avora or Dek sent to gather the plants when they started to run low, hoping that they would indeed finish the job before their stores ran dry. When the freshly picked herbs did arrive, it fell to Keah, Miquel, or Addy herself to sort and properly prepare the plants.
As it happened, Keah had done the sorting and Miquel had grouped them into small bundles and strung them from the lines in her office. All around the tops of the walls was a fine string, clips each holding a bundle every foot or so all the way around the room. Here in her office, where the door could be shut and a decent amount of heat trapped in, gave the plants the best chance of drying. The sun was quite unable to penetrate the deep shadows of Addy’s office, insuring that the herbs wouldn’t loose any important nutrients from prolonged exposure to the light while they dried.
The only downside was the fact that they drying string had been hung high enough that the tiny healer had to drag her chair all around the room, standing on the seat in order to reach the plants at all. Once they were brittle to the touch and just on the verge of crumbling was when they were removed. Almost too late, as she had noticed a few wilted leaves littering the ground of her office one morning, Addy had started pulling down the bundles. There had been a huge mishap on the archery range that same day, when the herbs would have been just perfect for preparation, clogging the Infirmary with half a dozen squalling and scared Yasi. An Eagle and her rider had been practicing their aerial attacks, poor planning causing the group of children to run screaming out from under the plummeting eagle and straight into the middle of an Avora’s target practice. No one was actually hit by any arrows, but the resulting chaos had consisted of two fainting children, one with a concussion from running into a tree and three that collided with each other as they tried to escape.
The frightened children came and went, only two begging an overnight stay. None of the healers employed were ones to turn anyone away and so the children lay, curled on the floor in the emptied waiting room, whispering loudly and laughing softly while the two women and elder man went about their work. It was only then the children fell into a comfortable doze by the fire that Addy excused herself into the back, found the almost – gone – bad herbs and hurried to take them down. Procuring a mortar and pestle, she set it off to the side of her desk, laying the dozen or so bundles of dried plant in front of her as she began to gently remove the thread that bound them. One by one the groups were pulled apart and dealt with appropriately. Those whose petals and flower parts were used in infusions went in one pile, the leaves that stayed whole in another while the ones she was to gently crush into a powder stayed front and center.
They were Powder Puffs, which usually dotted the landscape starting in early spring. However, it had been discovered that when dried and crushed, the leaves were an excellent treatment for headaches and a runny nose, not a cure for the cold, but it surely made things more bearable. Being that it was such a valuable asset to the city, they had found a way to grow the cold-loving flower within the city, under the careful care of Avora and Dek’s, where there would be an available supply should they run out before the spring bloom.
Pulling the tangled stems apart, Addy carefully plucked the leaves from the flower, leaving the puffy flower head alone. As was common with the flora around Mizahar, some parts of the plant was helpful while the other was deadly; it was a defense mechanism within the flower it’s self, a way for it to survive against all the grazers that would otherwise feed upon it. If too much of the Powder Puff flower was ingested, severe cramping, vomiting and finally death would occur.
Once the stems were stripped bare and laid aside to be discarded, Addy took a small handful from the pile of dried leaves on her desk. The stone mortar was nestled carefully in the crook of her arm, the leaves dropped inside and the pestle taken into hand when there was a commotion out front. Guessing that it was just the sleeping children, Addy ignored the sound and brought the stone pestle into the bowl and began crushing the leaves with a slow circular motion.
When the sound came again, the woman couldn’t help but sigh and roll her eyes, placing her tools back onto the desk and pushing herself to her feet. Of course, progress was never actually progressive around here; interruptions making every job take twice as long as it should. A quarter of a bell sorting and crushing the herbs was going to take her two now, at least.
Trying to keep her face calm and neutral, Addy grabbed the edge of the partially closed office door pulling it in towards her as she stepped out into the main infirmary room. The door was closed carefully behind her, as to not disturb the delicate leaves she had left laying out, green eyes scanning the room for the disturbance. There was not sign of the two Yasi anywhere, nor Keah or Miquel, but she had definitely heard footsteps and a voice.
“Boys?” She called, standing on her tip-toes as she walked through the rows of beds. “What are you doing?” There was no answer. The curtains had been drawn across the end of the infirmary, sectioning off the waiting room from the medical side.
“You better not be fooling around! There are so many things that you could break in here!” Reaching the curtains with her short, but quick, strides Addy grasped one edge and yanked it open as she spoke, perhaps a little harder than necessary in her looming annoyance.
“I asked you what you were- Oh!” The boys were sleeping soundly in front of the fire, where she had last seen them. The flames had long gone out but a comfortable warmth from the coals must have sent the Yasi into a doze quicker than she had expected. A rueful smile at her own wrong conclusions and Addy turned to retreat back to her desk, only then spotting Rista who was clutching her stomach and had slid down the doorframe to huddle on the floor.
“Oh my god, Rista!” So that had been the noise. Dimly recognizing the Yasi girl as the timid one from her Baby Shower, Addy wasted no time rushing to her aid. Spinning quickly back around, Addy almost tripped over her feet as she rushed to the girl. Small hands found their way under equally small armpits as the healer tried to hoist the young girl to her feet.
“I can’t lift you, hun, you’re going to have to try and stand for me, okay? It’s not far…” Talking softly and slowly in case the Yasi was delirious, Addy gently guided her back through the half-opened curtain and onto the nearest bed. It was made in freshly laundered sheets and was nestled against the wall. Seating Rista carefully, Addy left her side only to send the sconce hanging above the bed on the wall into a warm glow.
“What happened? Where does it hurt?” So far Rista hadn’t spoken a word, but Addy had seen enough to know that she had been in a fight. Their last and only meeting had been an awkward one, the girl quiet and stand off-ish when Addy had tried to talk to her. Sai had warned her that the upper Castes made Rista uncomfortable, but the healer had tried to befriend the Yasi anyway, promising her help should she ever need it. The need to help was deeply etched into the little woman’s personality, and this small and seemingly lost mongrel Yasi had tugged at the healers heart strings.
However, Addy had also gotten the impression that the girl didn’t accept help from just anyone, so for her to show up now was surprising, but not more so than her battered state. Her hands were all sorts of torn up, there was a rip on her shirt that showed a bright red patch of skin. It could be a gash or a scratch, the healer couldn’t tell nor would she try and remove any clothing before she verified the girl in a sound state of mind. There could be more hurts that she couldn’t see in her cursory glance, but what she did see was enough to make her heart beat a little faster. The poor thing.
Belatedly, Addy saw the knife. Trying to disguise her sharp intake of breath as a shallow cough, the healer-turned-Endal carefully extended her hand, wrapping her fingers around the childs delicate wrist. “Why do you have this, child? Give it here.” The girl would not easily let go, her hand clamped tightly to the sweaty hilt. It took more strength than Addy thought would be necessary to wrest the blade from her, eyes glued to Rista’s face lest she react violently to the taking of her weapon.
Should Rista put up no fight, Addy would prod her gently into answering her questions, asking them again in a slow firm voice. But should she put up a fight, Addy would be forced to act quickly, forcing and holding Rista’s arm to the bed while the other was grasped and pressed down as well. Climbing up onto the bed, the little woman would straddle the young girl, applying only enough pressure to hold Rista down and deny her any movements that would harm the healer. Hopefully, any further irritation of her wounds would take the fight from the girl, but one could never be too careful. Hurt animals snapped at the hands the helped them, and Addy had quickly learned that humans were no different.
OOCAs you can see, I left this post kind of emotionless because there hasn’t really been too much interaction between the two of them yet. Is that okay?
Since Aidara no longer had the option of taking the day to scale the mountain sides or meander through the forest in search of the herbs that the Infirmary needed, she instead had to wait for the Avora or Dek sent to gather the plants when they started to run low, hoping that they would indeed finish the job before their stores ran dry. When the freshly picked herbs did arrive, it fell to Keah, Miquel, or Addy herself to sort and properly prepare the plants.
As it happened, Keah had done the sorting and Miquel had grouped them into small bundles and strung them from the lines in her office. All around the tops of the walls was a fine string, clips each holding a bundle every foot or so all the way around the room. Here in her office, where the door could be shut and a decent amount of heat trapped in, gave the plants the best chance of drying. The sun was quite unable to penetrate the deep shadows of Addy’s office, insuring that the herbs wouldn’t loose any important nutrients from prolonged exposure to the light while they dried.
The only downside was the fact that they drying string had been hung high enough that the tiny healer had to drag her chair all around the room, standing on the seat in order to reach the plants at all. Once they were brittle to the touch and just on the verge of crumbling was when they were removed. Almost too late, as she had noticed a few wilted leaves littering the ground of her office one morning, Addy had started pulling down the bundles. There had been a huge mishap on the archery range that same day, when the herbs would have been just perfect for preparation, clogging the Infirmary with half a dozen squalling and scared Yasi. An Eagle and her rider had been practicing their aerial attacks, poor planning causing the group of children to run screaming out from under the plummeting eagle and straight into the middle of an Avora’s target practice. No one was actually hit by any arrows, but the resulting chaos had consisted of two fainting children, one with a concussion from running into a tree and three that collided with each other as they tried to escape.
The frightened children came and went, only two begging an overnight stay. None of the healers employed were ones to turn anyone away and so the children lay, curled on the floor in the emptied waiting room, whispering loudly and laughing softly while the two women and elder man went about their work. It was only then the children fell into a comfortable doze by the fire that Addy excused herself into the back, found the almost – gone – bad herbs and hurried to take them down. Procuring a mortar and pestle, she set it off to the side of her desk, laying the dozen or so bundles of dried plant in front of her as she began to gently remove the thread that bound them. One by one the groups were pulled apart and dealt with appropriately. Those whose petals and flower parts were used in infusions went in one pile, the leaves that stayed whole in another while the ones she was to gently crush into a powder stayed front and center.
They were Powder Puffs, which usually dotted the landscape starting in early spring. However, it had been discovered that when dried and crushed, the leaves were an excellent treatment for headaches and a runny nose, not a cure for the cold, but it surely made things more bearable. Being that it was such a valuable asset to the city, they had found a way to grow the cold-loving flower within the city, under the careful care of Avora and Dek’s, where there would be an available supply should they run out before the spring bloom.
Pulling the tangled stems apart, Addy carefully plucked the leaves from the flower, leaving the puffy flower head alone. As was common with the flora around Mizahar, some parts of the plant was helpful while the other was deadly; it was a defense mechanism within the flower it’s self, a way for it to survive against all the grazers that would otherwise feed upon it. If too much of the Powder Puff flower was ingested, severe cramping, vomiting and finally death would occur.
Once the stems were stripped bare and laid aside to be discarded, Addy took a small handful from the pile of dried leaves on her desk. The stone mortar was nestled carefully in the crook of her arm, the leaves dropped inside and the pestle taken into hand when there was a commotion out front. Guessing that it was just the sleeping children, Addy ignored the sound and brought the stone pestle into the bowl and began crushing the leaves with a slow circular motion.
When the sound came again, the woman couldn’t help but sigh and roll her eyes, placing her tools back onto the desk and pushing herself to her feet. Of course, progress was never actually progressive around here; interruptions making every job take twice as long as it should. A quarter of a bell sorting and crushing the herbs was going to take her two now, at least.
Trying to keep her face calm and neutral, Addy grabbed the edge of the partially closed office door pulling it in towards her as she stepped out into the main infirmary room. The door was closed carefully behind her, as to not disturb the delicate leaves she had left laying out, green eyes scanning the room for the disturbance. There was not sign of the two Yasi anywhere, nor Keah or Miquel, but she had definitely heard footsteps and a voice.
“Boys?” She called, standing on her tip-toes as she walked through the rows of beds. “What are you doing?” There was no answer. The curtains had been drawn across the end of the infirmary, sectioning off the waiting room from the medical side.
“You better not be fooling around! There are so many things that you could break in here!” Reaching the curtains with her short, but quick, strides Addy grasped one edge and yanked it open as she spoke, perhaps a little harder than necessary in her looming annoyance.
“I asked you what you were- Oh!” The boys were sleeping soundly in front of the fire, where she had last seen them. The flames had long gone out but a comfortable warmth from the coals must have sent the Yasi into a doze quicker than she had expected. A rueful smile at her own wrong conclusions and Addy turned to retreat back to her desk, only then spotting Rista who was clutching her stomach and had slid down the doorframe to huddle on the floor.
“Oh my god, Rista!” So that had been the noise. Dimly recognizing the Yasi girl as the timid one from her Baby Shower, Addy wasted no time rushing to her aid. Spinning quickly back around, Addy almost tripped over her feet as she rushed to the girl. Small hands found their way under equally small armpits as the healer tried to hoist the young girl to her feet.
“I can’t lift you, hun, you’re going to have to try and stand for me, okay? It’s not far…” Talking softly and slowly in case the Yasi was delirious, Addy gently guided her back through the half-opened curtain and onto the nearest bed. It was made in freshly laundered sheets and was nestled against the wall. Seating Rista carefully, Addy left her side only to send the sconce hanging above the bed on the wall into a warm glow.
“What happened? Where does it hurt?” So far Rista hadn’t spoken a word, but Addy had seen enough to know that she had been in a fight. Their last and only meeting had been an awkward one, the girl quiet and stand off-ish when Addy had tried to talk to her. Sai had warned her that the upper Castes made Rista uncomfortable, but the healer had tried to befriend the Yasi anyway, promising her help should she ever need it. The need to help was deeply etched into the little woman’s personality, and this small and seemingly lost mongrel Yasi had tugged at the healers heart strings.
However, Addy had also gotten the impression that the girl didn’t accept help from just anyone, so for her to show up now was surprising, but not more so than her battered state. Her hands were all sorts of torn up, there was a rip on her shirt that showed a bright red patch of skin. It could be a gash or a scratch, the healer couldn’t tell nor would she try and remove any clothing before she verified the girl in a sound state of mind. There could be more hurts that she couldn’t see in her cursory glance, but what she did see was enough to make her heart beat a little faster. The poor thing.
Belatedly, Addy saw the knife. Trying to disguise her sharp intake of breath as a shallow cough, the healer-turned-Endal carefully extended her hand, wrapping her fingers around the childs delicate wrist. “Why do you have this, child? Give it here.” The girl would not easily let go, her hand clamped tightly to the sweaty hilt. It took more strength than Addy thought would be necessary to wrest the blade from her, eyes glued to Rista’s face lest she react violently to the taking of her weapon.
Should Rista put up no fight, Addy would prod her gently into answering her questions, asking them again in a slow firm voice. But should she put up a fight, Addy would be forced to act quickly, forcing and holding Rista’s arm to the bed while the other was grasped and pressed down as well. Climbing up onto the bed, the little woman would straddle the young girl, applying only enough pressure to hold Rista down and deny her any movements that would harm the healer. Hopefully, any further irritation of her wounds would take the fight from the girl, but one could never be too careful. Hurt animals snapped at the hands the helped them, and Addy had quickly learned that humans were no different.
OOCAs you can see, I left this post kind of emotionless because there hasn’t really been too much interaction between the two of them yet. Is that okay?
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Rista on November 3rd, 2011, 4:32 pm
Time dragged on and only silence greeted the girl. She closed her eyes and waited, hoping that the darkness would make the world stop spinning and cure the churning of her gut. Rista barely even noticed when he legs gave in beneath her, her back slowly craping against the door as she sunk to the floor. Pain stabbed through the fresh wound and made her gasp, her hand pressed tighter against the gaping cut in her skin to keep the seeping blood on the inside. A heavy smell of metal teased her nose, acrid and sour. She didn't think that it was deep, it hadn't felt deep when the knife cut into her body but if that was the case then why wouldn't it stop bleeding? She swallowed. Her mouth felt dry, and a tapping sound of feet over the floor echoed in her head as if someone was walking around on her earlobe, tiny but with copper-clad shoes that rang like bells. The dark-haired girl cracked an eye open when she heard a voice, heard her name being called out and tried to focus her gaze on the face that came down towards her. This.. this was.. She should know who this was. She had met this person before, someplace surrounded by people that laughed and shoved and stuffed their faces with food. A name, there was a name attached to this face, but Rista couldn't catch it, her thoughts felt slow and sticky like cold honey. Like the blood that slowly dried between her fingers, black and lumped together from the contact with the air. Hands dug in under her arms and pulled upwards. The mongrel grimaced and gritted her teeth as she forced her legs to work, the black eyes hiding between dark-lashed lids in a pained grimace as the effort to stand sent a slow, tearing ache through her waist. Walking was difficult even with the aid of the short woman on her side, the weakness of her legs brought the mind to another time when she had been led across hallways with the mind in a haze. This person wasn't nearly as strong as Kovac, and rather than his gruff voice that told her to shut up she could hear a soft, soothing one that kept asking questions. This person smelled of herbs and flowery soap, of clean clothes and worry. Rista sunk down on the bed and took a deep breath, sucking in air through her teeth. She blinked slowly, the light from somewhere above the bed stinging her eyes. Focusing was hard but as she once again tried to pin her eyes on the face of the other it seemed as though several pieces of the puzzle fell in place at once. Endal. The woman was Aidara, the one that had held that big party not long ago. Sairque's sister. And she was Endal, bonded to that eagle that turned into a human. The girl was surprised over how much she had managed to remember after that chaotic event, and that she actually managed to recall any of it in a state like this. What was an Endal doing in the infirmary anyway? Licking her lips to try and moisten them she opened her mouth to reply to the question, her mind working slowly and sluggishly. The words burned on her tongue, but were cut short when the red-haired woman reached for the dagger in the girls hand. Lips tightened, and for a moment the black eyes opened completely and locked with Aidara's, hard and suspicious as her fingers held on to the weapon. "It's mine" she said firmly, resisting the fingers that tried to take it away. "I payed for it, I need it. I want it back." Her grip tightened for a moment as if to hammer down her point, only then slowly prying her fingers open to release the sheath. The hand felt empty, the girl stared at the copper-toned skin of her palm and moved the digits slowly, trying to grasp what the difference was between empty and full... Her mind wasn't working as it should. Her process of thought had been broken. It took several moments before she could gather herself enough to remember why she was there, why the scent from her own body made her feel ill. Swallowing hard once more to fight the wave of nausea, Rista slowly pried the hand away from her side and moved it away, allowing Aidara to see the cut in her skin and the blood that slowly seeped from the gash. "Could.. Could you take a look at this?" she asked slowly, carefully avoiding to look at the wound. "I didn't react quickly enough, didn't get away as much as I should have been able to. No need to bother about the rest, but this won't stop bleeding." The black gaze moved to watch the face of the Endal, wariness fighting with pain over her features. She wasn't happy to be in need of help, but not even the stubborn little mongrel felt that risking her life was worth saving face. Besides, she couldn't let something like this keep her from working or taking her lessons. There was no way that she would make Kovac wait for her again. |
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Aidara on November 6th, 2011, 5:34 am
The knife was relinquished easier than Addy had anticipated. The result was the healer yanking the little blade from Ritsa’s hand, the sudden opening of the girls fingers giving the tug Addy simultaneously gave nothing to pull against. The hilt was slick and hot with the sweat and blood that lingered there. Trying her best to keep emotion from her face, Addy set the knife on the bed next to the one the Yasi occupied.
“We will talk about you getting this back, Rista, after I have seen to you.”
Her voice was soft but wary, a brow arching as she watched the girl stare blankly at her open hand, as if confused as to why it was there. Taking a gentle hold on her shoulders, the healer pushed Rista down onto her back, laying her out straight on the infirmary bed. It was only then, as Addy started to step away and prepare her different medicinal concoctions that the little halfbreed showed the wound that slowly lead her towards unconsciousness.
It was a large gash on her side, the flesh parted neatly enough that the healer knew without asking what had made the wound. Why in Gods name were Yasi fighting with knives? Never in her young years had Addy come across as much violence as she had seen in the past few seasons, but then again she was also a pretty, pure-blooded Inarta that knew not what it was like to be hated just for being slightly different.
Leaning in closely, Addy moved Rista’s hand away further, resting it down upon the girls chest so she could get a better look. It was deep, but not mortally so. Dry crusts of blood edged the gash, speckles of dirt and bits of stone sticking to the lean meat of the girls insides. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but the bleeding had most definitely slowed. Where there were traces of the flow formally running down the girls side, there was now a congealed pooling action taking place. Rista would be fine for the moment. It was Addy’s job to make sure an infection didn’t set in.
“Would you rather stay awake for this? It is not going to be pleasant. I can give you something to sleep if you would like.” Making sure to keep her voice soft, Addy couldn’t help but smooth a hand over the girls sweat covered brow, wishing she could provide her more comfort. If Rista denied the drought, Addy told her the offer was still open if the pain became too much.
“I am going to be using my gift as well as the medicines you would normally see in an infirmary.” Lifting up her left arm, Addy showed the girl the swirling Gnosis mark that lay on the inside of her elbow. Addy's motherly side had quickly kicked in. At the baby shower, something about the twitchy mongrel had touched her, made her want to just gather her up, hug and protect her. Now, seeing the girl so battered and bruised, so clearly alone and in need of help, the woman had to take a tight grasp on her emotional reigns if she was going to stay professional and not scare the poor thing off. “Don’t be scared. You’re safe now.”
And that was all she said. With one last look at the wound, Addy slid over the stool she kept tucked out of the way, settling down onto it so that she sat level with Rista’s face. Gentle fingers touched the sensitive skin right around the broken flesh while her other hand laid open near Rista’s own, in case the girl should need to seek comfort in the healers grasp. Falling into her trance, Addy called upon the blanket of calm she used to ensure complete and utter concentration on her task. It came easily when she called, settling around her shoulder and blocking out all the little sounds and distractions that were the real world.
With the quick ease of practice, Addy called upon her gift where it lay dormant within her. It jumped readily to hand, like a well-trained pet, ready to be used. While the woman lacked the gifts to completely heal the wound this way, she could at least purify it. Starting deep within the wound, Addy lead the glowing thread she envision her power as towards the germs that lingered. She doubted that a Yasi would have a properly cared for blade, so it was impossible to tell what kind of filth it had come into contact with. What could be described as ‘surges’ of power sought and found those spots that would have, if left uncared for, turned septic and destroyed them easily. Blast after blast and Addy worked her way towards the open flaps of skin, where the pain was greatest and the infection most likely. Rista would feel no large amount of pain; it would be uncomfortable twinges and a slight stinging sensation that would indicate that Addy was doing anything at all.
Focusing on the spots surrounding the little bits of dirt and stone, the little healer used the same process as before as she eliminated the germs bit by small bit. It was a slow and tedious job, though not very difficult at all. The actual dirt would have to be removed by hand; a rookie mistake, as the healer should have cleaned and prepped the wound before she moved onto healing it. But what is done, is done.
“How are you doing?” And just like that, Addy was back. Her body had turned into a living statue as she worked, but no longer. Instead, she was immediately up and wetting a cloth from the warm basin of water that had been left on one of the shelves. This was applied gently to Rista’s side as she tried to sponge the debris away. “Your other cuts are going to need looking at, you know. We can’t just let them fester.” The truth of the matter was that Addy couldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’t want to leave the other scrapes. Her gift forced her to heal what she could, or suffer.
“Drink this, it will help with the pain.” She had brewed a tea, infusing it with chamomile as it was supposed to dull a headache, but Addy found that it also helped with minor aches and pains as well. For her side, Rista would need something more, but the woman wanted some answers first.
“What happened? Why were you fighting?” The question was blunt and to the point, but the woman’s voice was gentle. The cleaning was done and she was on her feet again, pulling down bottles and jars, bandages and other things Rista couldn’t see as she spoke. There was much clanking of stone against stone as some leaves were ground, silence hanging heavily in the air if the Yasi didn’t design a response. Addy could wait.
“We will talk about you getting this back, Rista, after I have seen to you.”
Her voice was soft but wary, a brow arching as she watched the girl stare blankly at her open hand, as if confused as to why it was there. Taking a gentle hold on her shoulders, the healer pushed Rista down onto her back, laying her out straight on the infirmary bed. It was only then, as Addy started to step away and prepare her different medicinal concoctions that the little halfbreed showed the wound that slowly lead her towards unconsciousness.
It was a large gash on her side, the flesh parted neatly enough that the healer knew without asking what had made the wound. Why in Gods name were Yasi fighting with knives? Never in her young years had Addy come across as much violence as she had seen in the past few seasons, but then again she was also a pretty, pure-blooded Inarta that knew not what it was like to be hated just for being slightly different.
Leaning in closely, Addy moved Rista’s hand away further, resting it down upon the girls chest so she could get a better look. It was deep, but not mortally so. Dry crusts of blood edged the gash, speckles of dirt and bits of stone sticking to the lean meat of the girls insides. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but the bleeding had most definitely slowed. Where there were traces of the flow formally running down the girls side, there was now a congealed pooling action taking place. Rista would be fine for the moment. It was Addy’s job to make sure an infection didn’t set in.
“Would you rather stay awake for this? It is not going to be pleasant. I can give you something to sleep if you would like.” Making sure to keep her voice soft, Addy couldn’t help but smooth a hand over the girls sweat covered brow, wishing she could provide her more comfort. If Rista denied the drought, Addy told her the offer was still open if the pain became too much.
“I am going to be using my gift as well as the medicines you would normally see in an infirmary.” Lifting up her left arm, Addy showed the girl the swirling Gnosis mark that lay on the inside of her elbow. Addy's motherly side had quickly kicked in. At the baby shower, something about the twitchy mongrel had touched her, made her want to just gather her up, hug and protect her. Now, seeing the girl so battered and bruised, so clearly alone and in need of help, the woman had to take a tight grasp on her emotional reigns if she was going to stay professional and not scare the poor thing off. “Don’t be scared. You’re safe now.”
And that was all she said. With one last look at the wound, Addy slid over the stool she kept tucked out of the way, settling down onto it so that she sat level with Rista’s face. Gentle fingers touched the sensitive skin right around the broken flesh while her other hand laid open near Rista’s own, in case the girl should need to seek comfort in the healers grasp. Falling into her trance, Addy called upon the blanket of calm she used to ensure complete and utter concentration on her task. It came easily when she called, settling around her shoulder and blocking out all the little sounds and distractions that were the real world.
With the quick ease of practice, Addy called upon her gift where it lay dormant within her. It jumped readily to hand, like a well-trained pet, ready to be used. While the woman lacked the gifts to completely heal the wound this way, she could at least purify it. Starting deep within the wound, Addy lead the glowing thread she envision her power as towards the germs that lingered. She doubted that a Yasi would have a properly cared for blade, so it was impossible to tell what kind of filth it had come into contact with. What could be described as ‘surges’ of power sought and found those spots that would have, if left uncared for, turned septic and destroyed them easily. Blast after blast and Addy worked her way towards the open flaps of skin, where the pain was greatest and the infection most likely. Rista would feel no large amount of pain; it would be uncomfortable twinges and a slight stinging sensation that would indicate that Addy was doing anything at all.
Focusing on the spots surrounding the little bits of dirt and stone, the little healer used the same process as before as she eliminated the germs bit by small bit. It was a slow and tedious job, though not very difficult at all. The actual dirt would have to be removed by hand; a rookie mistake, as the healer should have cleaned and prepped the wound before she moved onto healing it. But what is done, is done.
“How are you doing?” And just like that, Addy was back. Her body had turned into a living statue as she worked, but no longer. Instead, she was immediately up and wetting a cloth from the warm basin of water that had been left on one of the shelves. This was applied gently to Rista’s side as she tried to sponge the debris away. “Your other cuts are going to need looking at, you know. We can’t just let them fester.” The truth of the matter was that Addy couldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’t want to leave the other scrapes. Her gift forced her to heal what she could, or suffer.
“Drink this, it will help with the pain.” She had brewed a tea, infusing it with chamomile as it was supposed to dull a headache, but Addy found that it also helped with minor aches and pains as well. For her side, Rista would need something more, but the woman wanted some answers first.
“What happened? Why were you fighting?” The question was blunt and to the point, but the woman’s voice was gentle. The cleaning was done and she was on her feet again, pulling down bottles and jars, bandages and other things Rista couldn’t see as she spoke. There was much clanking of stone against stone as some leaves were ground, silence hanging heavily in the air if the Yasi didn’t design a response. Addy could wait.
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Rista on November 6th, 2011, 4:38 pm
It was a relief to lay down on the bed. Without making any comments about the vague promise of returning the knife Rista didn't resist the healers hands when they pushed her down, instead she quite obediently settled down and let the woman look at the wound. The nauseating feeling was slowly beginning to fade, and with that the girl managed to relax a bit more than before. Dark eyes turned to watch Addy's face, the head shaking declining as she was offered anesthetics. "Isn't that cheating?" she said vaguely and began to peel the chunks of dried blood away from her hand, simply letting them fall down onto her chest in lack of other places to throw them to. This didn't seem like a place where it was okay to litter the floor. "It would be like saying that the pain can win without even fighting against it..." The yasi had a long history of fighting against her own pain, and against fear. The two often walked hand in hand in her case, fear made her freeze and ultimately brought pain since she couldn't react fast enough, and the pain in itself stirred a fear within that she thoroughly disliked and battled whenever she could. This was no different, it was just a different kind of battle scene - one that left her with a slight feeling of being silly, but that demanded her attention none the less. The girl shrugged off the open offer of the sedation and mostly ignored the hand that brushed over her forehead and was offered in comfort. The feeling of the small hand against her bare waist felt strange for her that was unused to physical contact, but Rista let it stay where it was. It probably wouldn't hurt, and if the Endal felt better for keeping it there... A spark of interest appeared within the black eyes of the mongrel when Aidara showed her arm. The little yasi had reached out her hand halfway to touch the intricate flower that perched upon the skin before she stopped herself, the filth on her fingers making her halt before she could actually touch the pale arm of the woman. She wasn't entirely sure that she knew what the healer meant by using her ability, but didn't ask about it; the red-haired lady seemed preoccupied. Her words made a slight smirk twitch at the corner of the copper-skinned halfbreed's mouth, and with a kind of wary interest the girl watched and waited for the woman to begin. And she waited, and waited... Eyes widened when suddenly a stinging sensation shot through the gash in her skin, a grimace of discomfort passed over her face. Teeth began to gnaw at the lower lip, her tongue teasing the loops of the rings that pierced the flesh. What the... But Aidara wasn't doing anything, and still it felt.. The yasi frowned and braided her fingers together as more stinging and buzzing could be felt in the wound, the hands tensing and clasping around one another as she endured the feeling. Not quite painful, it wasn't pleasant either and it took some effort to lay still, not squirm around as she would want to do. Perspiration beaded on her face, now and then she closed her eyes and took a deeper breath, bracing herself to cope with another bout... The fact that the healer wasn't doing anything except touching the edges of the injury was a mystery, Rista couldn't for her life figure out what was going on. She endured silently and breathed out in faint relief when the healer Endal stirred again. Licking her dry lips, the dark-haired girl turned her head and followed her with the eyes as she moved through the room and collected new items - at least the wash basin was familiar, Rista had been acquainted with that one more than once in her life. "I'm fine" she replied. "And they won't fester. I can just clean them off in the baths, it's not like they're deep or even bleeding. You don't have to waste time on them, I can take care of nicks and bruises well enough." Long years of practice tended to do that when you didn't want others to find out about the bouts with other kids. Still, the woman seemed to have made up her mind about it, and Rista wasn't really in a position to say no. She was going to protest, but whether she was heard or not wasn't something she could affect. "You ask a lot of questions" she muttered and looked away as the cleaning of the wound commenced. That was far more uncomfortable than to feel the itching and tugging of invisible hands in her gut. She had to fold the hands around the pale sheets to keep from pushing the womans hands away, a childish impulse to keep anyone from touching the injury. As if it would miraculously get well if left alone... She knew better. "How did you do that with the stomach wound? You never touched it, but it was like something was scraping around inside.. Can all healers do that?" It was part curiosity and part desire for the Endal to stop digging that birthed the question. An attempt to avoid replying, since nothing she said could be comprehended by Addy anyway. Just a look at the pretty Inartan woman told Rista everything she had to know of her ability to understand the situation; beautiful, full-blooded, successful since she apparently was both healer and Endal, she had a family together with the amazing Eagle that could look like a human... How could she even begin to understand the life of a mongrel brat who had nothing except what she created for herself? Rista didn't need pity, and she rather preferred to avoid the subject of herself as much as she could. She grudgingly drank from the cup as it was pressed to her lips, grimacing wildly from the taste that reminded of boiled grass. As she brought the head back down onto the bed the eyes closed for a moment, hiding away the solid blackness of her gaze behind copper-tinted eyelids and dark eyelashes. A hand reached up and tugged at the messy dark braids that coiled around her head, the red streaks that coursed through the tresses serving as the only real indicator to her possession of the proud Inartan blood. She sighed and felt how the herbs began to take effect, not only soothing the dull ache of her body but also making her drowsy, as if the mind was being wrapped in soft wool. |
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Aidara on November 10th, 2011, 8:01 am
The fight that the girl possessed amazed her. There was more ferocity in Rista than Addy had seen in many adults. Sure, Endal were cocky while Dek’s were forced to fight for their food like dogs but none of them came close to the passion and the anger in the little mongrel Yasi.
And of course, that only drew Addy in more.
“I will be the one to determine who is fine and who isn’t, Rista.” Addy had reached up, scooping the girls chin into her hand, tilting it upwards and holding it there until Rista gave in and flicked those fathomless eyes to her own. Her tone was unusually firm, a serious glint in her green eyes that was meant to wipe any further avoidances from the girls lips. “I won’t be tending them now. You’ll rest first.”
Sai had been right. Rista did not respond well to kindness. Though she hated too, Addy adopted a presence that left no doubt who was in charge. She called them her Bossy pants, all the little nuances and physical signals were learned from her Twin. In fact, when Addy played this role she was attempting to emulate her sister’s firm way of dealing with things, always hoping that she would pull it off well and send people hopping to her bidding. Whether Rista would notice this change in attitude, it was hard to say; Addy just hoped that she would respond better to a firm hand rather than gentle coercion.
“Asking a lot of questions is part of my job. How else am I supposed to treat a patient if I have no information?” Granted, these particular questions weren’t relevant to Rista’s physical state but still… she needed to know, since the Yasi’s health was most obviously at stake. When her questions were neatly avoided however, Addy didn’t press the point. Instead she carried about her business, fiddling with things and rearranging bottles of ointments and materials just to look busy. Maybe under an awkward silence she would crack.
“How did you do that with the stomach wound?” And the healer couldn’t help but smile. Rearranging her face into a more business-like expression, she gathered an extra blanket into her arms and returned to Rista’s side. The blanket was set down at the foot of the bed where the girl could reach it if necessary but neither was it offered to her directly, thinking that it would simply be turned away. A small frown shadowed her face when she saw that Rista still hadn’t touched the tea; it sat by her arm, steaming lightly.
“Not all healers. I showed you my mark, I suppose I thought you had been taught Gnosis’ already.” Pausing to look for any kind of recognition in her eyes, Addy continued. “Rek’keli chose me before I was born, or shortly after but there is no way for me to know which. I have the ability to heal minor wounds with the gift she gave me all those years ago. That’s the short version, anyway. I won’t bore you with the details.” A small smile, slightly inviting but barely more than friendly, Addy tried her best to stay neutral. It was harder than she would have expected, dealing with the Yasi.
Her job taught her how to deal with difficult people, as most people end up being hard to handle with when they are in any kind of pain. She knew how to hold her tongue and listen carefully, to seem concerned when there was really nothing to be concerned about and how to break news gently. She knew how to tell when someone was lying or leaving out symptoms and she knew how to comfort when it all got to be too much. What she didn’t know how to do was deal with someone who was constantly ready to bolt.
“I answered your question even though you didn’t answer mine. You owe me, now drink.” The tea was once more lifted and pressed into Rista’s hands, her green gaze still firm. Watching until the entire cup was emptied, noting the grudging way that the concoction was swallowed. The violent reaction to the tea’s taste, however, brought a bark of laughter. “It would have tasted better if you had taken it hot.”
“Hm. Maybe I overdid the herbs a little bit…” It was less than a quarter of a bell passed and Rista was out cold, the tea taking effect much faster than Addy had expected. Unable to help herself, Addy rearranged the sleeping girls form into a more comfortable position; she straightened her legs and arms, lifting her head to wedge a pillow underneath. The blanket was unfolded and draped lightly over her slight form. It was warm in the ward but Addy didn’t like to take chances; it was better to be hot than cold.
While the girl slept, Addy continued to clean the infirmary. It was almost an obsessive type of organizing that just kept her hands busy. When that was done, a weariness took her. Unable to leave the girl alone in the ward, Addy lit the fire grate near her office and curled up on one of the beds against the wall. When Rista woke, Addy would be sound asleep.
OOCI kind of backtracked a little bit, I hope that’s okay and doesn’t make things too confusing.
And of course, that only drew Addy in more.
“I will be the one to determine who is fine and who isn’t, Rista.” Addy had reached up, scooping the girls chin into her hand, tilting it upwards and holding it there until Rista gave in and flicked those fathomless eyes to her own. Her tone was unusually firm, a serious glint in her green eyes that was meant to wipe any further avoidances from the girls lips. “I won’t be tending them now. You’ll rest first.”
Sai had been right. Rista did not respond well to kindness. Though she hated too, Addy adopted a presence that left no doubt who was in charge. She called them her Bossy pants, all the little nuances and physical signals were learned from her Twin. In fact, when Addy played this role she was attempting to emulate her sister’s firm way of dealing with things, always hoping that she would pull it off well and send people hopping to her bidding. Whether Rista would notice this change in attitude, it was hard to say; Addy just hoped that she would respond better to a firm hand rather than gentle coercion.
“Asking a lot of questions is part of my job. How else am I supposed to treat a patient if I have no information?” Granted, these particular questions weren’t relevant to Rista’s physical state but still… she needed to know, since the Yasi’s health was most obviously at stake. When her questions were neatly avoided however, Addy didn’t press the point. Instead she carried about her business, fiddling with things and rearranging bottles of ointments and materials just to look busy. Maybe under an awkward silence she would crack.
“How did you do that with the stomach wound?” And the healer couldn’t help but smile. Rearranging her face into a more business-like expression, she gathered an extra blanket into her arms and returned to Rista’s side. The blanket was set down at the foot of the bed where the girl could reach it if necessary but neither was it offered to her directly, thinking that it would simply be turned away. A small frown shadowed her face when she saw that Rista still hadn’t touched the tea; it sat by her arm, steaming lightly.
“Not all healers. I showed you my mark, I suppose I thought you had been taught Gnosis’ already.” Pausing to look for any kind of recognition in her eyes, Addy continued. “Rek’keli chose me before I was born, or shortly after but there is no way for me to know which. I have the ability to heal minor wounds with the gift she gave me all those years ago. That’s the short version, anyway. I won’t bore you with the details.” A small smile, slightly inviting but barely more than friendly, Addy tried her best to stay neutral. It was harder than she would have expected, dealing with the Yasi.
Her job taught her how to deal with difficult people, as most people end up being hard to handle with when they are in any kind of pain. She knew how to hold her tongue and listen carefully, to seem concerned when there was really nothing to be concerned about and how to break news gently. She knew how to tell when someone was lying or leaving out symptoms and she knew how to comfort when it all got to be too much. What she didn’t know how to do was deal with someone who was constantly ready to bolt.
“I answered your question even though you didn’t answer mine. You owe me, now drink.” The tea was once more lifted and pressed into Rista’s hands, her green gaze still firm. Watching until the entire cup was emptied, noting the grudging way that the concoction was swallowed. The violent reaction to the tea’s taste, however, brought a bark of laughter. “It would have tasted better if you had taken it hot.”
“Hm. Maybe I overdid the herbs a little bit…” It was less than a quarter of a bell passed and Rista was out cold, the tea taking effect much faster than Addy had expected. Unable to help herself, Addy rearranged the sleeping girls form into a more comfortable position; she straightened her legs and arms, lifting her head to wedge a pillow underneath. The blanket was unfolded and draped lightly over her slight form. It was warm in the ward but Addy didn’t like to take chances; it was better to be hot than cold.
While the girl slept, Addy continued to clean the infirmary. It was almost an obsessive type of organizing that just kept her hands busy. When that was done, a weariness took her. Unable to leave the girl alone in the ward, Addy lit the fire grate near her office and curled up on one of the beds against the wall. When Rista woke, Addy would be sound asleep.
OOCI kind of backtracked a little bit, I hope that’s okay and doesn’t make things too confusing.
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Rista on December 8th, 2011, 5:41 pm
It wasn't that Rista didn't acknowledge the rank of the healer, nor that she made use of the fact that they had met before or had an agreement made between them of aiding when asked to do so. Rather the opposite, actually. Purely aside from the fact that the pain in her gut was making her snappier than normal, the yasi couldn't forget that she was talking to an Endal, that she was being treated and given attention by one of the Riders. Lately she had encountered more of the higher caste members quite frequently, but even though she was beginning to realize that they were as human as she was it was hard to shake the idolization she had towards them since childhood. If she hadn't been in pain she might have resorted to a nervous silence accompanied by wide-eyed stares, and the initial lack of sternness in Aidara's behavior was not helping. Perhaps it was strange to relax more when faced with the solid no nonsense looks, but even so the injured girl couldn't help but breathe easier when the motherly attitude was exchanged with one that she found more suitable for the Endal. She finished the tea and set the cup aside with a sigh, staying quiet as she leaned back onto the bed and tried to relax. The infirmary was slightly too familiar a sight, really. It held bad memories, of things that happened way back in the past and also more recent events; this wasn't the first time she was treated after a fight in her life, though normally it wasn't serious enough to require more than a check up and maybe a bit of bandaging. It was definitely the first time she had ever required healing... A faint grimace passed over her face as her eyes closed, the thought bringing back the events that led up to the fight. Things were getting worse lately. The other yasi were pushing her further than they usually did, and she was responding in turn. If this knife fight was anything to go by, the winter would get rough and dangerous; she had to find a way to end all this bickering, the sooner the better... Thoughts slipping from her mental grasp, Rista soon fell into a slumber and didn't notice as she was tucked in by the red-haired woman. For once her sleep wasn't disturbed by any dreams, and by the time she woke up the fires in the hearth had died down to little more than embers, that sent a red gleam over the dark room. The girl stirred silently and pried her eyes open to look around, quickly spotting the shape of the Endal on one of the other beds and the absence of any other people around. It took some effort to sit up. The rest had made her muscles stiff and the wound in her stomach was throbbing slowly, but even so the short girl slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself up to stand, a hand held at the bed for support. She couldn't stay there. If her internal clock was correct then it would be morning soon, with lessons and work to be done. Last season she had been forced to skip out on both because of a fight, and she'd be damned to make the same mistake again. There was no time to loose on anything, time was precious and she was behind as it was... Rista gritted her teeth and began to walk, making an effort to be quiet as she slowly headed towards the outer room and the way out. |
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Dogs will be dogs (Aidara)
by Halcyon on March 1st, 2012, 5:31 pm
Rista
Aidara
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| Skill | XP Earned |
| Conversation | 3 |
- Avoiding the Subject
- That Nauseating Smell – Blood
- Seeking the Infirmary
Aidara
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| Skill | XP Earned |
| Herbalism | 3 |
| Botany | 3 |
| Medicine | 5 |
| Observation | 4 |
| Conversation | 4 |
| Investigation | 2 |
| Interrogation | 3 |
- Healing Rista
- Inquiring
- Silly Yasi and Their Knives
Shame this ended so soon! I'd have liked to read more. I know Rista seems to have disappeared from the site, so Aidara, if there's anything you think I've missed, let me know and I'll reevaluate. (:
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