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Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Brisa - 09-15-2015
@Resplendence RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Imonada - 09-16-2015 Although mobile and conscious enough to take advantage of Brisa to lean on and guide her, literally, she said nothing the entire trip- drifting in and out of thought and even consciousness, her own sheer willpower and the support it received kept her walking, like some relentless zombie with its mind cast adrift in the dark sea. Once or twice she stumbles, even with the white mare's shelter and comfort. Odd, inconsequential things manage to filter through past her senses with startling clarity, stark piles of outside information she clung to like a raft, desperately, to stay awake.
Brisa's pale stone-smooth hooves sinking into the softly yielding ground, grasses pressed into a perfect track, the faint nearly inconceivable crunch of each step echoing loudly in her skull. The grass screamed, too, but Imonada wasn't completely convinced. The feel of their bodies together. Brisa's coat velvety and pristine, but her own sour from the dried up sweat of her delirium. It made the corners of her dark, almond-shaped eyes water. She felt disgusting. The lonesome cooing of rock pigeons, hidden away in their nests, trailing after the duo --no, with them-- like a mournful music panel to accompany the mood, an orchestra at their feet, in tune with their steady performance. Sparrows flitting among the branches with a flirtatious exuberance, but to Imonada they looked like frantic spiders weaving disjointed, haphazard webs, the silk threads swaying out to her, shining like tiny gemstone rosaries. I have lost my damned mind. You made a mistake, and now the Gods punish you. I should have been looking for Cobras... How pathetic. An addict that cannot even do what they do best. For all Imonada knew, it could have been days or weeks- but surely not. She would have been buried by then, cradled in the dirt. Thinner than normal and smaller than Brisa, it should not have been too difficult to shoulder the burden of a wounded companion, but much to Imonada's great relief her new friend finally claims they have arrived, relieving Brisa of her duty and allowing the weight of her own guilt to shed away like old snake skin. With an added bonus of tucking her legs down carefully to lay down again, of course, only this time she consents. With another one of those heavy, breathless sighs of hers, her sides inflating like bellows to accommodate, she blinks at the crown of waterfalls and their floating islands that makes for the tribe's territory. So many, she didn't bother to count- from fat kings that stretched hundreds of meters across, as wide and untouchable as the great whales she'd once glimpsed during a clan migration near the shoreline. Thousands more flooded her vision, some as small as brook-spill, all glittering wildly from within the steppe of trees; silver jewels strewn across jade-green velvet. Each even had their own rainbow! "Good Gods!" Her voice is much louder and much clearer than before, that burr more heavily pronounced in the guid. That is when she realizes Brisa is probing her. "Oh... I'm sorry. I am... okay... for now, but," she states plainly before pausing longer, as if steeling herself for a quick moment, "there is a wee flower my... culture refers tae as Cobra's Tongue. It will help wi' everythin'." Perhaps if she was straightforward and unashamed, it would not be a terribly awkward exchange. "Please. I thenk ye much so," Probably unbeknownst to herself, there is a dimly lit note of pleading in her voice, the subconscious child in her weak and afraid, leaking out. In the meantime, she looked two nods shy of falling asleep. ~ (OOC: @Brisa No apologizing! *hugs* BTW I am a tad slower on weekdays because of work, but I pick up on the weekends!) RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Resplendence - 09-18-2015 Okay. She wasn't necessarily herself, but she had broken out of enough of this weird state to at least allow herself back into the herdlands. Still, she hid in her prison-cell-made-home by the herb garden and tended to refuse to leave. Valiance did the checks on the herd, to make sure no one was dying in order to force her from the small nook.
Of course, just as she thought she would be fine to sleep - to continue hiding for another day - Valiance found a subject near Brisa who did not look to be in the best of shapes. Slowly, Resplendence tumbled onto her hooves, eyes trying to blink out the haze of the tar - and after a few minutes it was finally clear (though her eyes were still a frightening red shade). Valiance dropped down before Brisa and offered a few clicks (as well as a puff of his chest and a fluff of his feathery appendages) to let her know that Resplendence was on her way. It took a little bit, though, Resplendence concerned that she would accidentally pass on this weird affliction by getting too close to them. In fact, it took some persuasion from Valiance to get her to shuffle just into view and bob her head to Brisa and then the new mare. She wants to speak but she doesn't want to choke. So, instead, she tilts her head to the side and allows some of the Earth Rank magic to pull forth from the ground. Vines sprouting and swaying a little - prepared to go to whomever she directed them toward upon her command. Prepared to heal whatever afflictions she could.. @Brisa --- apologies for the wait!! Res can't talk because of GLL and it's changed her eye colour. Let me know what the issue with Imonda is and she can heal it - which is what she's trying to get across with the vines. @Random Event --- for the GLL thing Resplendence
i don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand
RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Brisa - 09-18-2015
Picture Credits: Here RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Imonada - 09-19-2015 Imonada has drifted off to neverland by now with her cleanly sculpted head laid to the cool soft turf of rich green, oblivious to poor Brisa's inner turmoil and worried hawk-like gaze upon her, so similar to a mother fretting. It is only a superficial doze however, her consciousness quickly rising to break surface when the white mare's gentle voice calls to it. "Huh," is more of a statement than a question, missing the tail inflection. "Oh. It grows wi' th' cattails. Shallaw water." She speaks in a slow, measured pace, still a bit dazed. Rest and the willow bark have aided her improved clear-headedness, but it's within the most basic of knowledge of herbalism that the positive affects will soon succumb to what ails her.
Something is coming. For once, she is grateful of that mysterious and invasive probe into her mind. She lifts her head and cranes her neck back just in time to see the gathering veins, writhing and prehensile, alive at the command of the golden mare meters off, she herself suffering. The wild movement startles her for a moment, but a faint aura of peace with a note of gentle power radiates outward from Resplendence and soothes it away like a caressing nuzzle. She was as beautiful as Brisa in her own way. Where the hell am I? Imonada peers up at Brisa, her stalwart guardian, her own glittering onyx eyes critical and yet thoughtful. "She is nae well?" She asks calmly, but does not wait for a response before directing her attention back onto another new face so ethereal to address the healer in a polite, albeit tired, tone. "Well met, Madem R'splendense." Under her breath she mutters something that sounds suspiciously like 'mebbe nae so well' before she pauses. With a feathery sigh that rushes past her nostrils, she continues. Previous experience with healers had her knowing many that were straight-forward with their desire for all the details. Being careful was not only in their craft, but often woven into their very nature. "My left wing is nae guid. Ah suspect ye are quite skilled, but it is a disaster. Dinnae worry yourself wi' it." As if on cue, she winces when the said limb cycles through a flare of molten agony. "'En again, mebbe somethin' fur the pain. But ah have nae eaten or drenk in days wi' a number ah dinnae remember." With that she frowns, burrows furrowing into groves, as if shamed by this admission. How careless she had been. Would they chastise her when she was well again? ~ (ooc: I love the new layout!! I need to make one when the art comes... eeee...) > @Resplendence & @Brisa < RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Random Event - 09-19-2015 Imonada has contracted GLL. RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Resplendence - 10-05-2015 Aye, the mare was interesting. Tired, but interesting. The gentle healer kept her distance, afraid to speak - afraid to choke again even though the tar seemed to burn at her throat and her mind screamed for her to speak. Still, she was glad for the pallid mare before her, who explained what Resplendence had intended to the newcomer - to the one who might be utterly put off by the way the vines had just sprouted before them.
She manages a smile, though she doubted it looked friendly, calming, or gentle (as she had intended), especially with the tar that was leaking from her eyes, nose and mouth. No. She wasn't a pretty sight. And she definitely didn't think that looking this way helped matters at all. Still, the vines began to shift forward as Brisa explained what Res was hoping to have been able to explain by herself. There was a gentle nod of thanks to the pallid mare before turning back to the pegasus. Explanation tumbled from the mare's mouth in a slightly different accent - a strange drawl. So, she hadn't eaten. Not very intelligent, but perhaps something was messing with her insides - causing her pain. So, without the ability to look inside and see what was wrong she allowed her vines to coat the mare in mud, to wrap around what they could without causing her to panic, and to offer something for the pain. Perhaps a few nutrients back into her body - to coax the mare back into eating. Aye, though she knew that she could not force the mare to eat or drink, perhaps the few nutrients that were necessary to keep her from dying would let her begin to eat again. She could only hope that using the vines didn't spread this sickness. She didn't want to make this newcomer sick while trying to heal. So sorry about the wait! Didn't plan on life making me pause as long as I did! Resplendence
i don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand
RE: Break a Leg - No Not Literally! [Welcoming] - Imonada - 10-06-2015
*It's ok!!! This looks like a good spot to wrap it up tho' |