[Sanctuary] Confidence (Kavala)

by **Elem Bree** on November 30th, 2012, 7:24 am

87th of Fall, AV 512

Elem stood outside Kavala's suite, sucking at his teeth as he often did when things were weighing on his mind. His eyes absently admired the stones that had been added to the walls outside of her door, making it even more clear that she was someone of import in the Sanctuary. This is why he had come to her suite that night. Having received a second letter from Nir'alia, he had chosen to not bring it to the attention of the netire staff. It contained information that he thought best to keep between he and his benefactor.

It contained important information that could make a real difference. Did he not trust the others? Not at all. He did trust them as they were his family now. However, outside of possibly Serrif and Iris, there seemed little point in stirring up a bunch of drama, which the letter had the potential of doing. It also mentioned a name, a name of a man who was seemingly immune to the worsening plague. It seemed important enough to bring this to Kavala's attention, perhaps to provide a plan of action. They were all locked down now anyway, so might as well make the most of it.

Taking a breath, he knokced gently on the door, not wishing to startle Tasival should the young boy be asleep. He knew she would be in there. If her door was closed, she was. Since they were all family at the Sanctuary, there was no need for security among each other. Doors were for privacy.

by **Kavala** on November 30th, 2012, 8:19 am

Tasival was indeed curled up on Kavala's enormous four-poster bed. His head was pillowed on Cadra's stomach while Larik was curled around the pair of them protectively. The fire in the hearth beside the wall Had the two twins not been kelvic, the sight might have been awkward, but as it stood there was more than enough room in the bed for twice as many people as it held. And as usual, not one of them were wearing a stitch of clothing besides Kavala. The fire was stoked up and the room was bathed in heat. The Konti wore a nightshift of deep midnight blue embroidered with glittering stars. It bared her scaled legs as she reclined back against a pillow, wide awake building shields.

Her hand was uplifted and djed was coating her digits swirling with a thousand colors as it coated her skin. She concentrated really hard and was tasking it against water, using a glass beside her bed as a material to key the shield into. The coating on her arm seemed to almost magically harden and she used the other hand to reach out, dip fingers into the water, and flip it against her shielded arm. Droplets fell off, rolling harmlessly off the shield before even touching her arm.

"Come in! The doors unlocked." She said in a raised voice that wasn't piercing enough to wake up the pile of kelvics and toddler on her bed.

by **Elem Bree** on December 12th, 2012, 7:28 am

Hearing the greeting and invitation, Elem opened the door carefully, his eyes scanning the room before him. It was large, comfortable and felt like home, for sure. It was fitting for the woman that had created all of it. Her own family was lying on the bed with her, all of them nude except for Kavala, another cultural thing for Elem to get used to. He had chosen to wear his leather pants, a tunic and his fitted shoes, as he felt it was important business. Sure, he probably came off stuffy, but he didn't really know any other way to act.

The light around her arm seemed to shimmer in a way that implied shielding, though he wasn't able to make out its color or properties, as his own attempts with the magic were vague and troubling. He smiled at her after closing the door, keeping the warmth of the fire inside. Stepping cautiously to her position, Elem held the letter in his hands. "I've received another letter from my friend Nira'lia. It's not a response to the other one, of course, but one she sent a few days letter. There are some developments inside that I didn't want to share with everyone, especially with our current state of lockdown."

Elem felt he had spoken enough, so he handed her the letter so she could read it herself. It kept them from speaking too much and waking the others. He also felt thathe was not capable of doing much about it, which is why he brought it to her attention in the first place. It would be much easier to write a solution back to Nira' lia, comprised of Kavala's wisdom through Elem's words. As she read it, Elem commented on her magic use. "Shielding? I tried it, but I am not very good at it. I've been looking at your books in the library. What are you trying to protect yourself from?"

by **Kavala** on February 26th, 2013, 9:14 pm

Kavala smiled, shifted, and tapped the end of the bed with her foot. The kelvics shifted, but none of them stirred. Tasival was particularly quiet, sleeping the sleep of an exhausted child who had enjoyed a rather tiresome day.

When Elem spoke, Kavala's brow furrowed. "What did your friend say about the plague? Did it seem like it was related to the plague on the Sea of Grass? Have you any additional information? I mean what did she say exactly?" Kavala asked, curious and not sure what Elem wanted from her. Should they send help? Supplies? Kavala listened carefully... interested and even concerned.

Then she glanced at her hand, distracted, shaking off the glittering remains of a shield. "I wasn't blocking anything. I was just practicing building up the shield... You extrude djed, coat the object, then task it... that wasn't tasked against anything. It was just simply being put into existence." Kavala answered, glancing a moment at the Kelvics and then her son.

"I don't want sickness to come here. I know that no one does. But its so worrisome. The people in Zeltiva have suffered at length, but if it moves out of that region and into Cyphrus, we're all going to be in trouble." Kavala said. "The Drykas can't take many more blows." She added.

by **Elem Bree** on March 7th, 2013, 4:48 am

Elem found it both odd and strangely satisfying that Kavala wanted his opinion and thoughts on the matter, although she had the correspondence in her own hand. "Well, as you can see, it explains a strange kind of fetid illness. It seems to have no real symptoms, only worsening existing illnesses and wounds. I have no idea what that means, so I thought you might. Is there a plague that works in that manner?" Elem certainly hoped not, the idea of a general malaise floating about with no cause or cure too much to take. "She had to amputate an arm because the wound festered from a simple cut? It's as if the outside air had the healthiness of a cistern." His words were quiet but carried a concerned accent to them.

The immunity of the man was immediate on his mind. "What of this Murdock fellow?", Elem queried. "Do you believe the coma protects him or it is the man himself? I have no idea who he is." It was an odd subject, indeed. "You would think that if he had a condition which caused coma that it would worsen as well. Of course, that's just my intuition there." Listening to her explanation of the shield, he gave it a thought or two. " I only managed to create a single covering of a piece of paper, but I suppose everything takes practice." Smiling, he took a seat on one of the padded benches, happy to enjoy the comfort of her suite.

Happy until her next words. "Zeltiva has long suffered? What on Mizahar do you mean?" His countenance drew in, his eyebrows scrunched up. He knew of the famine and of course, the storm. Plague? Perhaps he truly was becoming Kuvan, his attentions to his hometown so scattered.

by **Kavala** on April 1st, 2013, 6:25 pm

Kavala shrugged. "I mean, its a large city. People are condensed. Sickness plagues such places where there is a limited food resource. I've traveled through there and do you know they don't even have but one restaurant in that huge place? Why? Because of food. It would be my thinking that their diet is causing some sort of deficiency that is limiting their natural ability to fend off infection and its effecting everyone though only presenting in a series of mysterious cases that seem unrelated. But if the sick get sicker its because something in their body is weak. I've seen people die from tooth infections. Their body for some reason can't fend off the illness, it gets very very infected, and when the pus around the tooth breaks and floods their body, it can stop their heart. Every healer learns that basic principle. It's why we don't let infection linger and we always drain it when we see it." She said looking thoughtful.

"It sounds like we need more information. We both should pray to Rak'keli for guidence." And in the mean time, Kavala planned to get the isolation lab finished and start doing research on plagues. That was the best way to go... keep informed and do work like the old pre-valterrian medics used to do. It was something she wanted to investigate further, learn about, and dreamwalk to acquire skills.

"Thanks for the information, Elem. We should probably have a meeting in the morning and determine what we want to do to start worrying about dealing with plagues in Riverfall and out on the grass to keep people safe around here." Kavala said, bidding the other healer goodnight and leaving herself with something to think about until the sun rose up over the walls.

by **Magpie** on April 7th, 2013, 7:56 pm

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