Catastrophe and the cure (Aidara)

[Amon]

19th of Winter 510AV Tag Addy The blizzard raged outside. Tempers flared, eagles vocalized their displeasures and for Amon, once again the slight claustrophobia seemed to settle itself in his bones. Once he had tasted the freedom of the air he was unsettled to stay indoors longer than it was to sleep, and nearly every Winter when the blizzards tarnished the sides of the great Mt. Skyinarta, he would get begrudgingly irritated. This season, however, there was more on his mind than just the exorbitant weather conditions outside. There was an anger in him that seemed to grow steadily over the days. A blossoming animosity directed toward anyone that seemed to cross paths with him. Where once he used to be lively and loquacious, now he brooded over his staunch meals and spoke little. He had returned swiftly to his aerie, where Sakima was beyond irritable and snapped at the Deks more than twice during the days. He would devour one soon should this blizzard not give up, and Amon, for all it was worth, had no desire to stop him. It was as if the anger splashed onto the Rider, and wouldn’t release him from its stranglehold. So Amon sat on his bed, toying with his gauntlet and riding boots and tugging at them fiercely in response to his consistent waves of animosity. He was definitely more than grumpy. It had been the face of Qual who instilled in him so much hate, but yet Amon could not find it in himself to release him of the burden of having the image of that despicable face in his mind. And Kovac…. Petching Kovac. Why had he gotten himself involved with such an infuriating character… For a moment, the rider paused, staring absently at the carved wall beside him, and then abruptly he punched it viciously. Amon winced and held his tongue as he eased his knuckles off the rough surface and found them completely caked in blood. The Dek that had entered the room for cleaning immediately paused when Amon turned to look at him, “Get a petching healer…. Aidara.” He barked as an afterthought, unsure of what exactly he was asking for. He only knew the pain that throbbed through his knuckles and wrist, and, although unsettling, it brought some measure of relief for him.

[Aidara]

Thud thud thud thud With a groan and a stretch Addy rolled over onto her back, peering blearily in the direction of the common room and the sound of the banging. Sleepy mental battle ensued; To get up and investigate, or roll back over and resume a comatose state. The latter won, and a few seconds later the woman was on her stomach, pillow over her head and right on the brink of sleep when.. Thud thud thud thud THUD THUD "Petching hell!" Came the muffled grumble, her head still stuck under the pillow. " SAI! SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR!" Making no attempt to move at all, and just raising her voice twelve octaves Addy shouted for her twin. A pause for two beats, no response, and the yell was repeated. Three times....nothing. "She must be out." With a completely unnecessary groan, Addy slipped from her bed, forgoing any kind of clothes or covering, and strode naked over to the door. Upon flinging it open, she came face to face with the raised fist of a Dek, who had just begun to prepare to pound at the door once more. "Can...I help you?" With a good natured, yet still half-asleep smile Addy ducked under the man's fist, which was still raised in shock of A) almost hitting the woman in the face and B) the fact that she stood there, nonchalant and buck naked. Knowing exactly what she was doing, the healer stood with her hands propped on her hips, tapping her foot while she waited for a response. Torn between politeness and the fact that a beautiful woman was standing naked in front of him, the Dek finally turned his face away, resorting to casting peripheral glances in Addy's direction "Er... Amon....requests...your...aid." Addy's laugh followed the man as he turned on his heel and strode quickly away, glancing back over his shoulder only once. Upon returning to her room the woman slipped into a fresh bryda and top, tying a scarf around her waist, the knot hanging off one hip. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun on the top of her head and she was ready. Wondering why Amon needed her so badly, Addy flounced from her room and through the front door, letting it slam behind her as she skipped off down the corridor. Left, right and through that one shortcut and Addy was outside Amon's room. "The Dek you sent was quite rude. Woke me from my beauty sleep and a nice dream. A woman and me. Don't you wish you were there?" Having let herself into the man's apartment, Addy was determined to disrupt whatever he was doing, just as he disrupted her sleep- never mind that the sun was almost at it's apex. However, the moment the healers eyes landed on the Endal she held her tongue. Concern replaced flirtation and Addy moved across the room to his side "What did you do this time?

[Amon]

Amon had bitten back a wise-ass retort to Aidara’s comment as she walked in. He wasn’t much in the mood for pleasantries, and it became noticeable in his furrowed brow and clenched jaw. He was hurting, and it shook through his body in torrents. So as Addy approached and radically changed her tone, he glanced up and offered her a strained smile. “Well, in my haste to show my wall who held dominance, I was embarrassingly beaten, and suffered a bloodied hand as a result.” He was trying hard to sound polite. In all honesty, Addy was one person he found it so easy to confide in. She was as beautiful as her sister, but there was something about her… and perhaps it was the healer side, that seemed to give off the air of a confidant. And whether or not she wanted to be his advisor in times of need was entirely up to her, but until the day comes when Amon feels the need to relinquish whatever he has pent up inside, his lips would be sealed. Instead, he offered up his injured hand. It was gruesome in appearance, with dark blood caking his knuckles and the majority of his fingers which held deep abrasions and small lumps that might have signified a bruised bone or two. And no matter what he did, he could not move them. One twitch scent a spasm of pain shooting up his arm, and he clenched his jaw tighter and sealed in a cry of pain. “I hope it’s not too much trouble, calling you in like this. I know I can be a pain in the ass, but I figured if I’d call anyone it’d at least be someone I liked.” He smiled, “Besides, I want to hear more about this woman in your dream. Was she at least attractive?” And yet, not seconds after he seemed shielded from his growing animosity, it lurched it’s ugly head forward. Amon turned his head away, finding his gaze falling on his eagle’s own, whose glowing blue orbs scrutinized him. “If you’re going to treat his broken hand you can at least treat his growing personality disorder, too.” Chirped the raptor. “Sakima. There’s nothing wrong, Addy. He’s just being a pretentious shyke as usual.” “See, and that’s what I mean. My Amon would never call someone that.” His words dripped with something tinged with sarcasm and sorrow. “Fix him.” “There’s nothing to fix but my hand.” The rider said firmly.

[Aidara]

Amon hadn't even finished his retelling of his fight with the wall, and Addy was at his side. Nodding to show that she was listening, the woman bent over the bloodied knuckles, turning his hand gently this way and that to get a view of the damage. "Next time, either don't punch the wall, wear a glove..or don't punch the wall." She was flexing his fingers gently as she spoke, to expose the cuts along the ridges of his hand. The skin pulled and Addy slipped a quick arm around Amon's waist, giving a comforting squeeze "Cause, y'see, you got some rock stuck in your cuts. C'mon, sit down and we can get this taken care of. Try not to cry though, alright?" With the arm clamped around his waist, the small woman steered Amon into his washroom. As they walked, he stammered his apology and she couldn't help but chuckle. Going right up to her tip toes, Addy used her hold on him as leverage and placed a kiss upon his cheek before sinking back down to her normal height and pushing him off to find a place to sit in the close quarters. "Yeah, how dare you wake me from my delicious fantasy. She was gorgeous, by the way. Lots of hair, lots of naked, lots of happy noises." With a smile Addy scooped up a fresh towel, placed it on the Endal's lap and gently placed his hand on top. There was a pause and the healer looked down into the mans eyes. Her effervescent mood dropped down a notch at what she saw there, a small frown turning down the corners of her lips. Almost without thinking, Addy reached out her hand and gently ran it through his hair, sighing "Oh, Amon." as she did so. And then the snarky bird threw in his two cents. "Shush, you. Go banter wittily with Catabasis or launch beak first off the cliff, kay?" She didn't raise her voice, but she knew the eagle could hear her. It wasn't good form, to insult another Endal's bird but... she couldn't help it. He was being rather annoying. Turning back to the matter at hand, Addy dipped a second cloth in some water, wetting it just to the point of dripping before applying it to Amon's exposed knuckles. As gently as she could, she rubbed across the broken skin, trying to remove the powdered and broken bits of stone from the wound. "Oh, I'm starting. Hold still." Calling this belatedly, Addy adjusted her grip on his wrist, holding just a bit tighter in case he tried to flinch away. "Some people prefer me to just bandage them up, rather than fixing the problem directly with my super awesome abilities. Your prefrence, dear?" Mostly she spoke to distract them, for there was a small pebble lodged against one of the knuckle bones. She worked at this as she spoke, trying to gently worry it free. "Oh, that's going to bruise." While waiting for his decision, Addy stood and pulled the man after her towards the sink. Here she submerged his hand in warm water, holding it there to soak while she peered up at him. "I don't think you're broken. But do tell me. What is wrong?

[Amon]

He appreciated her concern. More so than he could have hoped for. The animosity in him always seemed to chip away when he was around one of the sisters, or Chemar. His very own divine healers in more ways than what was conventional. But there was still no doubt that Amon had acted recklessly, if not stupidly. His knuckles throbbed and even his temple pounded incessantly. But he still managed a charming smile and allowed the petite woman to lead him to the washroom. “You know I can’t get enough of those stories, especially when I’ve no chance of being in such a situation myself, shame really. Priskil knows I can use some more excitement in this life,” His words dripped with sarcasm, but his golden eyes settled on Aidara’s own emerald pair in a moment of quiet solitude. Her touch was always welcoming. But the instant was fleeting. “Catabasis is a bore, annoying you is much more productive!” Sakima exclaimed with a chuckle, “But don’t worry, I won’t bother you two lovebirds any more, I can see Amon needs some time to get you to bend over a table.” A cackle followed that. “He’s just angry he hasn’t been able to rut an eagle yet,” Amon replied, although the albino Wind Eagle soon settled himself on preening his feathers and left the two quite alone. “PETCH-- Addy!” The rider flinched against her steady hand, “I prefer we cover this whole room in feathers so I don’t attempt another duel against the wall,” He growled. Another jerk, “AH -- No shyke--” There was a sigh of relief when Amon finally dunked his hand in the water, but her question soon had him stiffen. He didn’t meet her gaze. “Nothing. … That’s what it is.. I feel nothing. There used to be joy in me, but it’s gone.” He glanced down at his soaking hand, turning it beneath the water while he flexed the fingers as slowly as possible, “I feel angry… all the time. And I fear I may not be able to control it.”

[Aidara]

"Do you feel nothing on purpose?" Dropping down to sit on her heels, Addy turned her head as Amon strode away to the sink. Her hands dropped into her lap and eventually the healer turned her attentions from the agitated Endal to a hangnail on her thumb. "I know it's easier to feel anger than any other emotion. Anger takes no thought, no consideration, just action. You can just....go with it. When you're angry, no one expects anything of you." Although it sounded as if she was speaking from personal experience, but when Addy eventually looked up at Amon, there was no evidence of this on her face or in her eyes. Just concern. Her tone was soft and kind, with no hint of mocking or judgement. Addy might be able to heal wounds, but she also did wonders with people's psyches as well. Sai always said she was the compassionate one. "Enough water. Come back over here. You're avoiding." Taking his uninjured hand in her own, Addy pulled the man back over to where he was seated prior. Without hesitation, she then seated herself on his lap and turned so she was face to face with him. A nudge of his hand prompted him to hold her steady, so she wouldn't slide off his knees. "Amon. Tell me the truth. And ignore that snarky bird while you do so."

[Flicker]

Amon XP: Amon Lore: Punching stone walls hurts Aidara is a sweetheart Aidara XP: Medicine: 2 Lore: Tending to fists that hit stone walls Amon has an anger problem Comments: I would have really liked to see this one finished. Sadface for Amon’s retirement. And if you can think of any skills to describe Aidara’s way with people, I would like to hear it.