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A S H A M I N
on his own
on his own
Somehow and slowly, the haruspex was beginning to heal. Hotaru's razor cuts and electric burns still marked his flesh without mercy but he'd done what he could to keep them clean. Ashamin had known Tiamat for long enough, been healed after enough spars, to pick up a thing or two after all.
Apply these leaves to the site. Eat this for the pain. Don't lie down on the injury. Bathe often. Breathe easy. Everything is going to be alright. It really all came down to the last part: conviction that even with some blood staining your coat, your life wasn't going to end.
So Ashamin walked slowly, taking the time he needed to rest on occasion and pick himself up when he started to stumble. He wore little, not able to bear the weight of his armor, and wandered alone. In the bright of day, his two companions slept soundly and safe in his cave. The painted buck hadn't had the heart to drag them out with him on this errand.
And it was truly an errand. Something to keep his mind off of the pain, something to busy himself and occasionally bite down on. He and Johnny had been talking about an event for some time, so Ashamin figured that now was as good a time as any to prepare. He made his way through the meadow, nosing through dried grasses and searching for anything that could be useful and he could carry back in his sarong: shed scales, dropped feathers, still living flowers and any last straggler berries. The day was brighter than he would have liked, but at least it was quiet. At least he could live it out alone.
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Apply these leaves to the site. Eat this for the pain. Don't lie down on the injury. Bathe often. Breathe easy. Everything is going to be alright. It really all came down to the last part: conviction that even with some blood staining your coat, your life wasn't going to end.
So Ashamin walked slowly, taking the time he needed to rest on occasion and pick himself up when he started to stumble. He wore little, not able to bear the weight of his armor, and wandered alone. In the bright of day, his two companions slept soundly and safe in his cave. The painted buck hadn't had the heart to drag them out with him on this errand.
And it was truly an errand. Something to keep his mind off of the pain, something to busy himself and occasionally bite down on. He and Johnny had been talking about an event for some time, so Ashamin figured that now was as good a time as any to prepare. He made his way through the meadow, nosing through dried grasses and searching for anything that could be useful and he could carry back in his sarong: shed scales, dropped feathers, still living flowers and any last straggler berries. The day was brighter than he would have liked, but at least it was quiet. At least he could live it out alone.
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