A Helping Hand [Devero]

[Lusa'fhiona]

Lusa's Post For Dev

Date: Spring 10th 512 AV
Opening Scene: Outside Kalinor
Time: Early morning

Who: Devero


Poor little Lusa'fhiona couldn't see a blasted thing in all this darkness. Even her glasses, as busted as they were, were little help for her to make heads or tails of the shadows out in the wilderness of Kalea. She could hardly find her feet with all the jagged rocks and when she stumbled, her glasses - which had a broken arm so they did not sit properly on her face to begin with - fell, cracking the left lens more in a spiderweb. From what Lusie could determine as she sat them on her bridge again, the spiderweb could be called pretty, but it was more so a large annoyance. The glasses were almost a decade old, the prescription well past its expiration. Not only did the glass not do their job as well as they once had, they had to shatter in the silver wire to make Lusie's trek across Kalea even more of a pain in her behind.

Lusa'fhiona's stomach growled and her face was a scrunched up set of pretty features in her displeasure. She hadn't had much to her rations left and she was saving them as long as she could; because of that the redhead was starving. The woman couldn't remember the last time she had something to eat, and she contemplated making a small camp on one of the many sharp and loose rocks while she waited for daylight. As the woman struggled to maintain her balance as she turned around, she looked to the sky for a brief moment, hoping to gather some information on the time. Her blurry vision could not see any stars, and if she had been able to, she would not have been able to tell the time from them anyways, and Lusa laughed at herself for thinking that would help. There was no moon in the sky, it was much too low on the horizon. What the redhead could hear in fact were the waking calls of birds. With a heavy sigh, she tucked her glasses into her pack. There was little use to wearing them now. Her brows knit themselves together as she blindly fumbled in her pack, hands searching for any type of food. They crossed her comb, she could feel the thick spines and the wood gave her a splinter. The woman hated those the most and she groaned in frustration at the bad night she was having. The splinter would irritate and there was nothing Lusa could do to remedy it, having nothing to see it with aside from one good lens in her glasses, that she couldn't wear to begin with.

Was she near a forest, she asked herself, her mouth almost forming the question aloud. She grew worried that she might have been fed false information, or had gotten turned around on her own, when hands felt something smooth and cool and round in her pack. She pulled it from her cloth and ran her hands around it several times to feel for nicks or soft spots - and to feel for a stem, if it were an apple. It felt slightly oblong with bumps on the bottom and a large smooth dip on top. She dug her nails into the soft flesh to feel for any give, and she instantly smelled the sweet cider of the blurry ball in her hands. It was an apple, and she took it to her mouth. Lusa hesitated and smelled the apple before she bit, almost double checking the fruit before ruining her teeth. It tasted fine, just like an apple should and after swallowing her stomach immediately thanked her by letting out a small sigh of satisfaction once it was left down to the core.

The birds were growing in volume, and Lusie's blurry shadows were becoming blurry sections of grey. Far into the distance, Lusie's squinted eyes could see the forest line and below that quite a number of rocks and from what she could determine from what she could see, Lusie had managed to climb up a hill of boulders. She smiled smugly when she stood, her mouth a line of pink lips from ear to ear. Even a blind woman could make her way across Mizahar, she confirmed to herself. She had never seen this place before, but it certainly wasn't Denval. The day of the djed storm Lusie packed up what she could and headed out the only way she could. Now she was wandering around Kalea wondering what else the storm had affected. Thankfully she hadn't run into too much of a problem. People were very charitable since the storm hit, and her being quite blind tended to tug on their heart's strings and because of that, she had made rather decent time away from that horrible city.

She had seen ten nightfalls since that day and a new one was beginning. Having eaten her small apple and rested, she collected her pack around her shoulders and she began to continue her near-crawl across the rocks. It was then that she realized she was not alone.

[Devero]

Devero sighed as he made his way topside. He'd heard that there'd been a massive storm above, but that Kalinor had been protected by being underground. He had no idea what kind of storm it was, but it was deadly for those caught in it. He didn't want to be up here, but he'd heard from a last minute arrival that there was a woman wandering around lost in the woods above. The man was injured himself, and therefore didn't bring her in. It was by sheer luck that Devero had even heard about it. He continued to climb on out, knowing that the dangers above were worth risking due to the possibility of strengthening the Nerium Web. Upon entering the woods overhead, he saw the terrifying damage of the storm. Trees were split, others felled, and several were twisted and mutilated. It gave the forest an eerie, creepy feel. Why would anyone wander into this? Devero didn't like the feeling the forest gave off, it was like a predator watching him. How would he even find the woman? He was no hunter, no tracker. Doesn't matter, the Web comes first. He started deeper into the woods, worried he may not make it back from the twisted forest. Several bells and one treeing by a wolf later, Devero heard scuffling nearby. It sounded like something being dragged over rocks. He climbed up a small, rocky hill and spotted a young woman crawling along the rocky bottom. Why was she crawling? Was she injured? He watched her for a while, as he plotted his approach and story. She seemed to be lost, confused, and injured. He figured the hero approach would work well. He scrambled down the slope as if he just realized she was injured, and approached her side. He knelt down and laid hands on her, "Are you okay? Hurt? What are you doing out here?" he asked in a feigned frenzy. "We need to get you out of here, it's dangerous, didn't you hear about the storm?!"