Flashback [closed] Why Do We Fall? [Serensskyra]

[Tiernan Swiftriver]

Timestamp: 16th day of Spring, 510 AV. Location: Patchwork Port Tiernan gingerly ease his eyes open after he set his hand to his forehead to shade his eyes from the sunlight. Inspecting the mast of his casinor named, The Delphian. It felt strange to be at port, tied to a near dock. He had only recently arrived in Alvadas with the desire to increase his knowledge of the arcane arts. What better city to try his hand at learning hypnotism than the city of illusions? He thought to himself optimistically. As satisfied as he could possibly be about expanding his knowledge, the young Svefra currently had a job to do preforming maintenance on his ship. He had been docked at the The Patchwork Port for fifteen days already, which was more than enough time for the seagulls to try and nest along the cross bar. Retrieving a simple rag, he set the wash rag in between his belt to set it snuggly in place. There were many ways he could climb the mast but the most straight forward was the funniest. Removing the beige sash that was around his waist. It was long enough to wrap around the main mast. Reaching around he caught each end of the sash in both hands as he pulled tightly to secure a grip on the mast with the cloth. He lifted his right foot planting the ball of his foot against the mast. Leaning his body weight back as far as possible away from the mast, the pressure of the sash pulling against the mast created a vice grip that would keep him upright. Slipping and sliding the sash up the mast as he placed his left foot on the mast. He began to walk up the mast as he kept throwing the sash upward then pulling to reset the cloths grip. Reaching the cross stein of the mast, he quickly hoisted one leg around the throat of the mast, the cross branch running horizontal to the ground at the center of the mast. TIernan began Hosing down the spars, manifesting a low gas of res which was transmuted into water. Fired at a low pressure to wash away grime that built up along the wood, metal, and sails. As he sat on the on the mast a seagull landed right next to him. It was an odd, awkward moment as he stared down the medium sized bird. "Shoo." Said as he swatted a hand at the bird. It only flapped its wings, flew an inch off the mast then landed again. "Petching gull" Was the last thing he said before hosing down the seagull with a blast of low pressured water. As if he had just dumped a bucket onto the bird. That act was a extreme mistake as the bird flapped its wings chaotically flying in a random zig-zag patten. Its wing managed to hit Tiernan in the face causing him to wobble where he sat. At the last moment he had managed to grip at a rigging rope for the main sail. His grip was strong but he still had managed to fall off the mast. He now dangled in mid-air, by one hand, from a rope while partially blinded. "AHHHH!" He screamed sharply during the fall. It was a scream that echoed out over the near area of the port. "PETCHING BIRD!" He screamed as his grip loosened slightly causing his body to plummet towards the ground. His left hand began to suffer from intense rope burn as he fell. It was out of instinct alone that caused him to remove the wash rag from his belt with his right hand to grip the rope with the rag in his palm. The rag lessened the burning on his right hand, and slowed down his fall dramatically. By the time he had reached the last five feet above the ground the rag had slipped from his hand and he fell to the ground. Hard. Moaning in agony, he didn't feel anything break. Which was a miracle. What wasn't a miracle was the burning sensation from the missing layer of skin on his left palm. When he hit the ground he fell on his left side which immediately bruised the entire length of his left arm, left abdomen, and thigh. Rolling onto his back, Tiernan groaned in pain as he looked up into the sky. The petching seagull was still on the mast, having the audacity leave a white smear of bird feces on his freshly washed mast. Huffing out a painful breath. He suddenly hated all seagulls with a vengeance. "PETCHING BIRDS" He said perfectly in Fratava, the language of the Svefra, and repeated the words in rough Kontinese as he laid on the bow of his ship.

[Serensskyra]

Today could have been a good day. Today could have been an extraordinary day. But for this day to have gone in any favorable way it would require the city to cooperate with the wishes of someone trying to get to a specific place. Kyra had set out that morning with the specific intention of getting to the Bizarre to buy some plants and vials. If she had gotten there and back home with what she had been looking for she would have been happy.

But in the city of illusions things rarely went the way you wanted them, for where would the fun be in everyone getting where they wanted or needed to be? Well that would be no fun at all!

The city was currently interesting today. And a little deadly. Kyra had found that certain streets had taken on the consistency of quick sand. And if one happened to get stuck in the sand, which very quickly swallowed people indeed, you ended up in some random point probably on the other side of the city.

Kyra had already fallen into two of the pits and now she stood at the docks. Not even close to where she needed to be. Kyra groaned and let out a loud hiss that scared a few of the men walking by her. She was angry enough to kill, if she had remembered how to kill. Well she could always just bite, right?

The upset Dhani did something she didn't usually do, she stomped her foot. A very childish thing to do, but after being stuck in a quicksand pit that looked like regular cobblestones and then getting ones self relocated to a part of the city she had never wanted to be in nor had any interest in twice she was getting more than a little angry.

Kyra was taken out of her anger by the sound of a scream. The part of her that had been bred to enjoy the pain of others perked up immediately. She looked around, ears searching diligently for the source of the scream.

Then something else broke the air filled with shouts of dock workers and sailors going about their business. A curse. Kyra smirked, well to curse a bird was new. She usually just ate them.

Her eyes finally focused on a man dangling by one hand on a small vessel. well not small, but in comparison to some of the trading ships surrounding it it wasn't exactly large. She watched with some amusement as he proceeded to fall, getting rope burn she didn't doubt. She had had to wrap more than a few hands with a poultice and bandage from them.

Finally the man hit the ground and Kyra sighed, she supposed she should help him. Humans were known to be helpless quite often, silly creatures. Few of them even lived past eighty years, how strange of them. How useless in truth. Although she was sure some of her constrictor cousins would say they made nice meals. Kyra could never bring herself to eat a human, it was wrong. Even if they were useless most of the time.

The man let out another curse and Kyra made her way over there, still visibly annoyed at this. Now she had to help a human along with being thoroughly lost, she would never get those plants she needed at this rate. Kyra carefully checked each step she took, to be sure she didn't fall into yet another trap she finally made it to the ship. She scaled it with some difficulty, she wasn't a climber she was a herbalist!

When she finally got to the man lying on the ground groaning in pain. Hm, Deja vu, she thought. She had seen her siblings in this position several times throughout her childhood. Mostly because they were being stupid. Perhaps males of all races just liked to do stupid things that ended up with them hurt. Or dead.

Kyra shook her head as she kneeled next to the man.

"Isss falling from large heightsss a thing you like to do or were you jusst trying sssomething new today?" she inquired of him, her voice showing a very heavy lisp as she had yet to fully perfect common at the time. She took his hand, none too gently. She had to climb up this petching ship to help a worthless human that wouldn't even be alive in fifty years probably after she had been searching without luck for the Bizarre. No she might be helping this man but she wasn't going to be happy about doing it.

Why she was even helping him was as much a mystery to her as it would be to anyone else. Perhaps for a few extra mizas. Or maybe it was just her whims, she tended to help whoever she felt like helping, sometimes she helped those she didn't want to help just because.

She examined both hands the right had very minor rope burn, it didn't need any attention. His left hand though was bleeding from the rope burn and Kyra licked her lips.

Mmm blood, prey.

She pushed such thoughts away. If she was to be a herbalist she would need to learn how to ignore the blood craving all hunters shared. She was better than some mindless wolf or mountain lion attacking anything that bled. She forced herself to look over the wound, she prodded it gently with fingers knowing a few yelps would be elicited.

Kyra set his hand down and motioned to his shirt.

"Take off your ssssshirt." she ordered her vocie brooking no argument, she needed to see if he had suffered bruised or cracked ribs, something she wasn't sure she could handle but would try to regardless.

Petchign human males and their stupidity.

[Tiernan Swiftriver]

Had Tiernan offered it any real degree of thought, he would have found himself chuckling while given over to a moment of deep contemplation. To meditate the irony of starting a journey of enlightenment by doing something opposite of his journeyers meaning. Taking a metaphorical, and now literal, plunge into stupidity. For the moment he thought he would simply commit to the path of stupidity that laid before him; it was more a matter of being in to much pain to do anything else. "Yeah, aye'll just lay here for a bit" He said to himself as he looked up at the sky. That was all he could do for the brief moment. Look up at the sky imagining all seagulls erupting into flame spontaneously, drowning in the sea, or unable to fly in hurricane force winds. The more he let himself daydream, the more the pain seemed to fade away. When The Delphian began to shake from someone climbing abroad the ship Tiernan tilted his head slightly as he looked over to the women. "What is life without experiencing new wonders?" Spoken in a light baritone voice that held a resonate tone in his throat. He gave a faint shake of his head, clearly disappointed that he was in such a humiliating situation. When she poked his left hand he let our a groan of pain that was muffled by gnashed teeth. "Dhani women!..." His words were still muffled as his teeth remained clinched together. "Please do not do that again." He could only hope that the women had some medical training and wasn't there to try and eat him. Using his right hand, he began to grip the hem of his shirt to pull it up. Due to a sharp pain he was unable to lift the shirt completely, only exposing his well toned abdomen. Most of the left side had begun to turn splotched brusied patches of black and blue. "Aye'am going to need your help to take the rest of my shirt off." His right hand gripped the hem of his shirt to his chest but, the pain from his left arm kept him from undressing. "What is your name?"

[Serensskyra]

The man seemed dazed, to say the least. Kyra worried that his fall might have rattled his brain a little as well as resulting in severe injuries to his body, and she didn't know how to deal with brain injuries well. Broken bones? She knew what to give you to help them grow back faster, what to put over them to help them set easier and to take away pain. Internal bleeding? She had a tea for that.

Brain damage? Not so much.

"Your 'new wondersss' are going to cost you your life." Kyra stated flatly. Did he want to die? Men.
Her had a pleasant voice at least. She had to give him that. Perhaps when she was done she could convince him to try and sing for her, or just talk to him more. She really did like his voice.

Kyra grinned a wicked smile at him when he cursed her. She wouldn't be able to do much about his pain, she hadn't had a chance to get new herbs. She probably should start carrying herbs around in case of these occurrences. She picked up his hand briefly to give it a closer look, as she feared some of the rope fibers had gotten stuck in his flesh. Those would have to be taken out or he would get an nasty infection. But she had to look over all his injuries before she began to work on one.

"No promissess."

She watched as he attempted to then gave up lifting his shirt. Kyra's deft hands quickly had the shirt off of him. Her eyes widened and she sighed, it was worse then she thought. Ugly bruises covered his side, and continued on under him. Kyra's cold hands trailed lightly over the skin and she felt the heat radiating form them and the flesh was swollen. Bad, that could mean broken ribs. And if a broken rib punctured something...

"Can you get up?" she asked him, looking over his injuries. She couldn't do too much without her herbs. But she would make do. Then she'd see if she couldn't get him to the healers.

"Kyra." she said in an offhand tone, not paying too much attention to the question.

"Do you have a bucket or ssssomething?."