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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]
by Etori Whitevine on October 19th, 2013, 7:26 am
12th of Fall, 513
Music filled the air of the Crystal Hall. Snowsong musicians so gifted in their hold played to their instruments as beautiful Snowsong dancers danced beside them on the stage. Below the stage vantha from all holds were united to dance and sing along to their performance. Somewhere in the crowd of vantha stood Etori Whitevine, her arms crossed against her chest with an expression of displeasure across her face. Yes, the vantha of the Snowsong hold always brought out the worse in her. She just couldn’t stand their cocky attitude. They seemed to think their talents and their hold was superior to all. They seemed to think that they actually pulled their weight in Avanthal. But in reality, they were just a hold of bumming musicians, carvers and dancers who didn’t contribute much to the vantha society. At least, that is how they appeared in the eyes of Etori. The girl who was born into the Snowsong hold only to disown it and join the Whitevine hold. She almost forgot her reason for being here. Of course she would not turn up to such an event on her own accord. No, Etori didn’t care much for music or socialisation for that matter. She didn’t need anyone, nor did she need their company. At least that it what she liked to think… In a way Etori was constantly at battle with herself. She wanted to protect people and care for them, yet at the same time she wanted to avoid them at all costs. It was odd, as was she.
Giving a bit of a stretch and letting a yawn escape her lips, Etori reminded herself that she was here to help The Whitevine Healing Centre. This was just another one of the duties they gave her after she offered her assistance. She liked to volunteer to help the centre out when she had the time. She enjoyed giving her time to anything that helped her gain more experience in the medical field. This morning they had shoved a bag full of medical supplies into her arms and told her to patrol this area and make sure to attend to the wounded if any. And that is exactly what she planned to do. Being a medic of some sorts gave her a duty. She wasn’t the most skilled medic, as of yet. But she sure had the passion of one. She liked to think she was just as skilled as anyone who was under the influence of the healing gnosis. Though she had yet to receive hers by the goddess.
Etori sighed in boredom. How was one supposed to get injured at an event like this? Receive a fracture for dancing too hard? Hardly, the thought made her chuckle. She guessed there was a potential to harm yourself in any situation. In that moment there was a loud thud followed by a woman’s scream. People stopped what they were doing and stared towards the stage. The musicians had stopped their playing and a small group of people began to gather around the front of the stage. A commotion of sorts began to stir in the air.
“Someone, find a medic!” Yelled a middle aged vantha.
Etori knew then that someone had been hurt. It was her cue to take action. Someone needed her, and that was the greatest feeling anyone could give her. Etori made her way over to the scene and pushed her way through the small crowd. In the center was a young Snowsong woman, she lay on the floor unconscious, she may have a concussion as she fell off the stage from a high distance. Her left leg appeared to be disfigured, could be the result of a fracture. The people around her were crowding in too closely making it hard to breathe or concentrate. Etori became irritated by the spectators. She turned to faced them “Listen, I need to treat this woman and if I am to do this properly I need you to back off. As you were.” She said with a hit of confidence in her voice that was only ever heard when she was doing her job or taking something very seriously. The vantha crowding the pair nodded and went back to whatever it was that they were doing, as well as the musicians on stage. A few stayed to watch which Etori didn’t mind. She bent down by the woman and prepared to treat her. |
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by Etori Whitevine on October 21st, 2013, 6:21 am
Music was playing in the hall once again and most of the vantha were celebrating the occasion once again. Most had forgotten about the unfortunate Snowsong dancer who had fallen from the stage and fractured her leg. All except Etori Whitevine and the few spectators that crowded around her. She looked down at the Snowsong and softly pushed the hair out of the woman’s face. This was Etori chance to put her studying to the test. She didn’t get a lot of firsthand experience with fractures. This would be an experience for her.
Etori got to work by checking the woman’s pulse rate. She pressed two of her finger in the appropriate spot on the woman’s neck, recording a rate of 63 which is normal. Etori removed her cloak from her shoulders and folded it before gently placing it under the woman’s head for support. She had to check her airway, gently she tilted the woman’s head backwards and supported her jaw at the point of her chin to open the mouth slightly. It appeared to be clear. She had to do something quickly about her leg so she could take the woman safely to The Whitevine Healing Centre where they could give her professional treatment that was out of her skill range.
Etori moved over to the woman’s legs so she could inspect the fracture closely. Closer inspection of the leg showed that the skin wasn’t broken so no blood was present. But an obvious bone could be seen sticking out in an obscure way from the thigh. Etori took a few first aid items from her bag and place them beside her for when she needed them. First thing she had to do was move the uninjured leg beside the injured leg, which she proceeded to do with utmost care. Next step she did was place narrow bandages under both legs as follows: the ankles, below the fracture, above the fracture, around the thighs and both knees with a broad bandage. She now had to place a padded splint between the woman’s legs. Etori then took a figure-of-eight bandage and tied it around the woman’s ankles and feet. She continued the treatment by now tying the bandages she had placed under the legs earlier. The result wasn’t perfect but it would support the fracture for now. She had to get this woman to the healing centre immediately. She looked down at the Snowsong. How tragic for a dancer to break her leg. Would she ever dance again? The fracture didn’t look too extreme, maybe with time she would dance again. Etori kind of hoped that she got a chance to talk to the young woman at some point. If there were any people she enjoyed talking to, it was her patients. The people she cares for and treats with more respect than anyone. She treated all the wounded equally, usually… She had a soft spot for people who needed her.
Etori stood up, turned to the few spectators and motioned with her hand for two of the men to come closer. They approached her with caution. “I need you two to help me carry this woman to the healing centre. It isn’t too far from here. Please assist me, she needs proper treatment as soon as possible.” She said with the same confidence in her voice from earlier. The men simply nodded and carried out her actions by fetching an emergency stretcher that was stored in the Crystal Halls store room they then proceeded by lifting the woman and placing her on the stretcher folding her arms across her chest. Etori took her cloak from the floor and drew it over the woman to protect her from the cold outside before the two men lifted the stretcher and began to make their way out of the crowded hall and began their way to the healing centre. Etori let out a relieved sigh, she had helped the woman but it wasn’t over yet. She had to follow the men and make sure the woman got to the centre safely.
“At least I was useful today.” She mumbled to herself before racing after the men with the stretcher. |
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by Etori Whitevine on October 23rd, 2013, 3:50 am
The young Snowsong woman was taken to The Whitevine Healing Centre safely and into the care of the skilled medic’s. The Medic’s thanked Etori for her assistance and returned her cloak which she had lent the woman. Sadly though there were no Healers at the centre for the moment as they had all been called out to Lahvit to lend a hand at the medical centre there. Though the available medic’s were able to put a cast on the woman’s leg and take the right steps to treat her concussion. The whole while Etori stayed by the Snowsongs side and watched as the Medic’s treated her. It was another learning experience for Etori. She like to watch them do what she was not capable of doing just yet. And she worried for the Snowsong. She could feel that the woman was a kind one just by staring at her peaceful face. She wanted to make sure she got the treatment she needed.
The woman had been assigned a room in the centre to rest her leg and wait for the Healers to return to Avanthal so they could help with the healing process of her leg. She was still unconscious. Etori sat in a chair beside her bed. The green eyed vantha hoped the Snowsong would wake soon or she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep that night. Etori caught site of the woman’s unconscious peaceful face yet again and found herself staring at her, for far too long. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it before but the woman was very beautiful, she had the face of a goddess with her lushes lashes and high cheek bones. All of a sudden the Snowsong’s eyes flickered and opened to find Etori staring upon her uninvited. Etori instantly felt ashamed of her intrusion. She quickly stood up and turned away from the woman before turning once again to leave the room.
“Etori wait! That is your name isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Etori heard herself say unsure as she turned back to face her. The woman made her feel nervous and uneasy as she bore her eyes in hers. She didn’t even have time to think how the woman knew of her name.
“You helped me didn’t you? I want to thank you. I am grateful to you.”
Etori nodded awkwardly in response, she felt a happiness from the words that she wasn’t sure she knew how to express. She felt she should leave now, but she didn’t want to. She hoped the woman would talk to her for a little longer, for she was lonely and didn’t want to go home to a cold, lonely room just yet. “What is your name? If I may ask.” She asked trying to keep the conversation going in some way.
“Oh yes of course, my name is Menico Snowsong. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Likewise.”
“Etori…can I ask, do you think I will dance the same ever again? Or will… I become a deformity? Please, tell me…” Menico asked as she stared into Etori.
Etori felt nauseous, she took a deep breath and walked over to the window, the light from the sun shined down upon her as she gazed out the window. She thought for a moment. Of what she should say to the hopeful woman whom had only been a year or two older than her. She couldn’t tell her there may be a possibility of her never dancing the same again or maybe not at all. She couldn’t let someone’s dream down like that. The woman seemed sweet and deserving of all that was good in the world. She had to give the woman some hope, hope that things would turn out okay, she needed a hand to hold on to at this moment. Etori took another deep breath before she turned to face Menico whom lay in the hospital bed.
“My brother had always told me that if you were passionate enough about something, you could make it a reality. I believe in his words.” She let the words slip through her lips even though she was afraid of giving her false hope. Menico gave Etori a long distant gaze before she opened her mouth. “Your brother sounds like a smart boy.” She smiled as the words gave her hope.
“Yes, he was.” Is what Etori wanted to say next but she didn’t for she didn’t want to turn the attention on herself. So she kept those words locked in her heart where they were most likely to spill when she became angry and tired of being alone.
Etori couldn’t help but return a sad smile. She hoped that the healers would return to Avanthal soon and give the treatment Menico deserved, she hoped to see the young woman well and dancing once again. Etori hadn’t been paying much attention to the performance before the incident. But she could see the image of Menico dancing and twirling gracefully in the corner of her mind. She was indeed a talented dancer, it would be such a waste if she was unable to put her talents to use anymore. What if Etori hadn’t done enough to help her? If only she had the healing Gnosis. Maybe then she could have been of more help…
Etori gently bowed her head to Menico “It is getting late. I must be on my way. I wish you a swift recovery.” She said respectfully before she turned and made her way to the door.
“Wait!” Menico called, Etori immediately stopped in her tracks and turned to her. “Please, come visit me tomorrow, won’t you?” she asked sheepishly.
Etori smiled, “Of course.” She said with a sudden confidence before she walked out the door. |
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