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Post by desna on Sept 13, 2008 17:11:08 GMT -5
Her hand took Aden's greatfuly as she felt herself being lifted from the ground, her good leg pushed into the snow taking her own weight and allowing Aden to assist with holding herself up right. Now on her leg she felt the ankle pulse almost painfully but with her best attempts to ignore it she placed a hand on the boys chest using him as a crutch. The corners of her lips quirked into a bit of a smile, finding some humor in the situation despite it causing her mild discomfort. Luckily for her he was here, not that the thought of her hopping to the healing huts didn't seem amusing.
Hopefully they would be able to get this over with quickly, have her on her way home, she wouldn't want to get stranded in Shai for the night. Of course she would have no problem finding somewhere to sleep for the night but the plants which needed daily care wouldn't survive the day she was gone very well. They were so needy sometimes, the remains of her life with her grandmother, her, gift to her grand daughter.
All at once she noticed a lot of attention fall her way. First there was the archivist who noticed the lull in the activity and then there was another boy she recognized as " that male healer from the huts". The male healer was the one to walk over though, he offered his assistance and his hand began to glow. She pulled her lips tight watching at him through the clumps of hair hanging in her face. Her eyes fell on Aden nervously getting some strength from his impassiveness before turning her attention back towards the boy.
" Well considering the temperature we might want to go indoors somewhere.... I don't want to add frost bite to the sprain." She spoke with a cheeky grin coming to her face, almost as if karma was watching her it was followed quickly by a wince, that was what she got for teasing. But in all honesty stripping down her leg which honestly wasn't very meaty would be bad with the chill of the open air.
Pikatti looked at Hebirei, growing pensively as he had to allow his master to be cared for by some odd stranger and the boy he saw too often for comfort. His lips were pulled back in a snarl but a click from Desna hushed him, that was all though.
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Post by aden on Sept 13, 2008 20:40:59 GMT -5
Hebirei? Aden cast the other teenager a curious look for a moment as his mind tried to recall why he was familiar. For a moment he stared, almost forgetting his manners until it finally clicked in his memory. This was Pika's would-be-brother-in-law.
A ghost of a smile crossed his features as he recalled all the rather unflattering things that Pika had to say about Hebirei's choice of profession, but a further remembering of the trouble Pika had caused him wiped it away. Even after nearly two weeks, Aden wasn't ready to let that grudge go just yet.
Desna seemed receptive to the idea of avoiding the trek up to the healing hut, but at the same time her suggestion of going indoors brought up the question of another location. Aden looked at her for a moment, his mind already producing a solution though he kept from speaking it immediately.
His house was nearby and had enough room to accomodate a healing session, but at the same time he thought it would be just a little strange. He couldn't imagine what his parents would think either. Not only had he been acting so differently as of late, but to suddenly pop in with an injured Desna and some healer he only tangentially knew? And then there was the possibility that Desna had already figured he would volunteer his house for just such an occasion. After all, with a skilled healer present there was almost no way she'd be allowed to contract frostbite...
Aden took a breath and sighed steadily. His thoughts were starting to run wild.
"We can go to my house," he suggested to the others, gesturing with his free hand to the general location of his neighborhood. The young warrior left it at that and figured that it would be the most sensible thing to do.
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Post by taartoq on Sept 15, 2008 1:34:49 GMT -5
Chivalrous, Taartoq felt a sense of duty take over. The familiar young healer was wise to offer his assistance, but neglected to realize a few things. He seemed to be the only one who could actually use his waterbending to heal, as opposed to making it 'glow prettily', which Taartoq's mother only taught him to distract the inquisitive truth-seeker of a child from asking any more questions. However, Taartoq did know a thing or two about how to handle minor injuries of that sort. The best case for a sprain was, of course, to pack it with snow for a makeshift cast, insulation even. No one else seemed to think of that.
"Excuse me," Taartoq said, stepping forward slowly, his blank face staring down Desna like a raven-eagle. Knowing the option was best, he wouldn't hesistate to ask lest someone tell him he were wrong. If that was the case, he would simply feel pressed to drag all three to the nearest healer's hut and have them explain how to handle a sprained ankle in Taartoq's exact words. He would, of course, stand not far off, smirking in pride.
"Hold still," he raised out his hand, as though he was offering assistance. Without a second thought, he bolted his palm in a different direction, catching Desna's foot in a solid clump of packed snow that clung tightly like a cast. It would serve its purpose well, he figured, until they all arrived at the younger fellow's house. Kneeling a bit, regretting he currently had only an ink bottle instead of a waterskin, he rose a smaller mass of water to his palm, converted from snow. Extending his hand again, he shaped it to wash over the packed-snow cast and froze it solid, surrounding the softer material with a solid shell.
Then, standing erect, he put his hands behind his back, formal and proper.
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Post by Nanuk on Sept 15, 2008 23:48:04 GMT -5
Hebirei suddenly seemed to be the odd-man-out, and it felt weird, despite it being true. His eyes drifted down to Pikatti for a moment, feeling wary of him, before the girl hushed him. It seemed this wouldn't be an on-the-spot treatment, which meant that it was worse than he had thought. His cyan eyes drifted between their faces before the other teen spoke up. It seemed they would be able to locate a place after all, although, he didn't seem exstatic about his home being the location for the girl's healing.
The girl seemed a bit strange, in his opinion, because anyone who has trained in healing for more than a year or so had at least some basics of how to control frostbite. Perhaps it just wasn't known by her. Hebirei mentally shrugged it away, and was about to usher the two along before he heard a familliar voice behind him. It was Taartoq, whom had been watching the whole thing. Although Hebirei may have enjoyed the man's company, it was almost a bit of an ego-trip to see his specialty undermined by a non-healer. It was even worse to realize that the man was completely correct, perhaps a bit crude, but correct.
Letting out a small sigh, he spoke up, "Well, we don't exactly have the time to spend wasting here. Let's get going." With this, he made an guesture to the other teen to go on. There was no use in wasting time if she wasn't going to be treated immediately. He spoke up, a bit embarrassed, "I just realized, I have no clue what your names are.." He reached up and scratched the back of his head and let out a small chuckle, feeling not particuarly smart at the moment.
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Post by desna on Sept 16, 2008 15:09:28 GMT -5
Desna let a tired smile cross her face, it seemed like people were giving her a lot more attention than usual. This seemed a little smothering but she was a trooper, she'd smile and bear it until she could get home, baby herself there. She hopped on her good foot getting to a position that she could better sport her weight with less of Aden's assistance. She cast him a glance, he was offering up his house for the healing session, she didn't want to cause him trouble. " The healing huts aren't that far away." She mentioned but it seemed she was over looked. Like a small child watching adults she looked between the boys finding herself falling somewhat silent.
" Hey." She piped up when the older archivist made his presence known to the trio. She mentally winced, another member of the growing party that would be babying her. How many more people could they rope into this? There was a lot less trouble when it was just her and Aden hobbling towards the healing hut. Pikatti stayed at a comfortable distance for him, growling at the new comers, he disliked foreign people being near his Desna. As such he feigned back next to Aden, choosing to have his back should he need to go for someone's neck.
Still when Taartoq said to hold still she was a little confused. " Wha-ow!" She faltered on her remaining leg clinging onto Aden's arm watching wide eyed as her leg was hijacked and put into snow. " It's cold!" She complained, rather upset with the sudden 'treatment' which felt uncomfortable and awkward, how was she supposed to move on the leg now? She hoped this wasn't supposed to be perminant... Glowering she clapped a now free hand on her thigh beaconing Pikatti over to her, at least he was still on her side. The dog obliged happily and she pet his head affectionately.
" I'm Desna, can we go now? This is reeeeaalllyy cold....."
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Post by aden on Sept 17, 2008 15:16:07 GMT -5
Aden could only really stand back as these unfamiliar faces began to take charge of the situation. The older man with the bag of scrolls had barely said a word before he started packing snow around Desna's foot, whcih seemed a bit rude even if it was the most technically correct remedy for a sprain. Aden followed the archivist with his eyes, perhaps conveying some sentiments about this man's presumption to start working on Desna's leg, though he didn't say a word.
When that man had finished, Hebirei seemed to try and retake control of the healing efforts. Aden couldn't help but think that it was all a bit much for a twisted ankle, but then again Desna would be needing to walk a few miles by the day's end. So perhaps there was a bit more at stake when she didn't have the luxury of a home in the city.
After the healer boy and Desna exchanged names, it seemed like simple manners would dictate he share his as well. He caught Hebirei's eye and stated, "Aden," with a slight nod of greeting before turning toward the archivist. "Thanks..." he said plainly, putting neither sarcasm nor unecessary gratitude into the word considering the manner in which the archivist had forced his help upon them.
"My house is this way," he told Hebirei, and Aden then made sure to provide a good deal of assistance to Desna and he began toward the flight of stairs that would take them up to the next level of the city. "I suppose a liesurely gondola ride back up is out of question," he said quietly, speaking mostly to Desna since the other two were still barely even acquaintences.
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Post by taartoq on Sept 20, 2008 15:34:40 GMT -5
Off in the background, Taartoq listened as the two teenagers introduced themselves. The boy, Aden; the girl, Desna. Aden and Desna. Young lovers, perhaps? Who knew? Taartoq didn't quite care at the moment, nor would he ever, actually. He was, however, concerned about the girl's safety. Something within him clicked, an inborn instinct to act as a guardian, a protector, even if there were two other (granted, young) men who would just as effectively serve that role. Taartoq didn't care about them, though. It was one of his foremost personal philosophies to "do it yourself if you want it done right." Needless to say, his trust in these two teenagers was less than sufficient.
Taking a step forward again, Taartoq raised a hand to his chest and peered at all three in rapid succession. "Please, allow me to accompany," he said, oddly enough. It was almost unlike him, impossible to hear from Taartoq even, if not for his explanation. Taartoq rarely did anything without reason, and such was exactly the case right now. He had to know how Desna's ankle would turn out, even if he was fairly certain she may be faking. "My curiosity would never settle if I left right now..."
Ah, yes. Introductions. He had almost forgotten. Was it really necessary? Sure, everyone else was saying their names, but it was hardly relevant. He wouldn't do it just to fit in, that was for sure. If they were to hear his entire name, what would they think? How little he would care if they thought his name, his title was pretentious. "By the way, I am Taartoq, Son of Chieftain Attu of the Chulyin Family."
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Post by Nanuk on Sept 21, 2008 22:27:27 GMT -5
Hebirei felt a bit awkward around the two, it seemed they had a bit of a history, perhaps they were even a couple. If they were, well... weren't they the lucky ones. Neither of them had an arranged marraige, nontheless one that went completely awry. He had to force his mind back to the matter at hand. It seemed that this 'Aden' guy could support Desna enough. Wait a moment... Aden. He had heard that name, somewhere... It seemed like something that was slapping him right on the forehead, and yet he could not understand. Suddenly it hit him, that man Chamir had mentioned something about an Aden person, who apparently Hebirei was not. He still wasn't quite sure what he had meant at the time, for, if you thought about it, Hebirei wasn't like a lot of people.
Hebirei had to resist rolling his eyes at Taartoq, he really did. At first, when he had met the man in the shelter, during the second siege, he seemed a nice enough man, but that may have just been him clutching at straws, because now, the man seemed anything but pleasant. He was downright blunt and his words were always covered with a matter-of-fact sort of tinge to them. He shrugged it off, there was nothing he could do about it, but it still struck him as odd that the archivist would be coming along. Did he have any sort of business with the two? Hebirei could not tell, so he merely started the trek up the stairs, following in Aden's footsteps.
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Post by desna on Sept 22, 2008 7:53:39 GMT -5
Desna was much more comfortable, well, so to speak, with Aden holding her up and Pikatti on her remaining side, the other two who were the male healer (hebirei) and the wife of the babbling pregger ( Taartoq son of blah blah blah) She tried to focus on leaving her bad foot out of the snow, something easier said than done with it encased in ice as it was, it was heavy and her leg was rather little. Quickly she was feeling the urge to shake the ice off even with her mind setting off little red flags that said it would hurt like... you don't even know.
The cold bit directly against her boot soaking through the material and into her skin but she wouldn't openly whine like a baby, it wasn't her style. A choice thought of annoyance in the girls mind concerned getting home on time, if she didn't there would be hell to pay, especially if she could have just gotten some swirly water to make it all better.
She kept borrowing support from Aden where needed rather having to use her own strength. His hand was about her snuggly to make she she didn't fall no doubt. Her voice was a little hushed but she smiled at Aden as she managed to make it up the last step in this set. " I'd like a gondola ride... I just want to borrow the ore to whack some stupid out of some people"
He would have known her joke, she couldn't say the same for the two behind them. Aden seemed to be on her level, and she knew him enough, or so she thought, to trust the boy. Pikatti sent glances back at the younger boy and the older boy wary of their presence. His first priority after all was to make sure his Desna was safe, despite the stupid things she tended to do on her own with little to no cohesion.
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Post by aden on Sept 22, 2008 21:42:25 GMT -5
Aden stopped briefly when the archivist spoke, and he did well to hide most traces of annoyance from precipitating into his expression. He honestly didn't see why Desna's minor injury concerned him so much that he would need to follow him to his house. And he certainly wasn't going to be coming into his house!
But despite the strangeness of the request, the man was enough of his elder to warrant a minimal level of respect. The young warrior simply nodded at the introduction and responded indifferently with, "If you must..."
Aden kept a firm, but decidedly unaffectual hand around Desna's back as they went up the stairs and tried to alleviate as much of her weight as he could comfortably maintain. Her reference to smacking Taartoq with the oar brought a momentary smirk to his face, but he brought it under control quickly and simply shook his head at the thought.
"This way," he commented to the others as he took them down a main sideroad offthe central staircase and led them towards his home. He cast a glance at Pikatti for a moment and wondered if the bear-dog would be okay waiting outside with Taartoq. After all, neither would be coming in: Pikatti because of Aden's newly acquired feline pet, and Taartoq because there was no reason for him to enter Aden's house... ever. As long as they could take care of business in a few minutes and not come out to find Pikatti chewing on a human femur, Aden figured they would be okay.
"If you'll give me a moment," Aden started to say as they approached the final stretch of road to his house, "I should probably give my mother fair warning that I'm using our home as a healing hut." He then slipped his hand out from under Desna's arm, though still supported her gently, and gestured for Hebirei to come over and take his place.
"I'll be right back," he told them, and then slipped away and through the doorflap of his home.
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Post by desna on Sept 28, 2008 14:25:09 GMT -5
Hebirei moved to take her as Aden left, honestly she'd have rather just headed to the healing huts at this point. It would have been less of a hassle with just her Aden and Pikatti, perhaps she'd be on her way home by now. She didn't know what lucky star was cursing her that had her limping like this but the blasted spirits did have it out for her she finally admitted. Her arm went around the boy who, even though he looked younger than her, seemed depressingly taller. She shifted her self to take weight off her leg and hummed a silly tune to herself.
"sooo...." Her eyes grazed over the boy healers features, commenting to herself that she did look a bit like a woman, it all fit into place. She smirked trying to look optimistic, perhaps a little playfull. " Think I'm going to make it or you know....." She trailed off taking a free hand with a bit of difficulty and sliding a finger along her throat in the typical motion for death. Sure it wasn't that funny but the obvious outcome of the situation might make him cheer up. The healer seemed glum, a little boring with his obvious bought of sadness, depression, whatever one may want to call it.
Pikatti sent warning growls towards the boys, his hackles staying on edge since Hebirei was now the one touching his master. He was protective especially when it was someone he didn't know and his dim witted master who didn't have enough sense to look after herself, there for it was his job to do that.
Desna paid him little mind not wanting to hush him least he take it the wrong way and bit the poor guys. She was going to owe Aden's mom a lot of herbs, it wouldn't be a bad thing to bring her some anyway she supposed. It would only be right to be borrowing her home like they planned on doing.
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Post by taartoq on Sept 29, 2008 15:34:40 GMT -5
Within seconds, Taartoq was questioning his place in the whole deal. He 'fixed' her leg temporarily, but what reason had he to follow them? He wasn't that interested in the outcome, this whole grand scheme of things. When the other teenager, Hebirei, was involved, an adult like Taartoq stuck out like a sort thumb. How needless... Thus, he would probably take himself up on his own offer. The girl wouldn't die from a twisted ankle, especially when support was provided by a makeshift cast of packed snow, so his presence was unneeded - and, judging by practically everything Taartoq observed about Aden, it wasn't quite wanted either. He should take his scrolls and leave, before he started to gather dust...and enmity. Even that foul beast of a dog didn't seem to want him around. Without a word, he turned away and kept on walking. He didn't need anyone's gratitude, nor did he necessarily want it. Whatever those accursed teenagers wanted to do after that, it was their business and not his own by any possible stretch. At the very least, he could be where he was needed. Taartoq has left this thread
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Post by Nanuk on Oct 5, 2008 21:06:23 GMT -5
Hebirei was really starting to feel left out of this whole ordeal, and it was fine with him, actually. Normally, he probably would've been at least attempting to strike up conversation with them, but in his mind right now, it didn't matter in the least. The only thing that mattered was that she got her leg healed and he could be on his way. At first, he had acted out of reflex, offering his help to anyone in need, not realizing that his mental state would not be helping his performance. Well, now, it couldn't be helped. So, he merely followed the duo, with Taartoq following as well, until they had reached Aden's humble abode.
The thought drifted through Hebirei's mind that there was no real reason for Taartoq to be there, but this thought was shoved away as Aden asked for Hebirei's assistance. Moving at a somewhat leisurely pace, and yet, he didn't take his time either, he replaced the warrior's place in supporting Desna. Sure enough, nobody could just stand silently and wait, but conversation had to be started. He was vaguely aware of the way she was, either consciously or unconsciously, judging him, but again, by this point, he was dealing with the whole situation in a passive manner. Now, the thing that did bother him, however, was the way he had to crouch down in order to provide her proper support. It must have been a funny sight to behold.
But once Desna had vocalized herself, he wasn't going to completely ignore her, that would just be rude. He raised his eyebrow, for a moment, not sensing the sarcasm. Only then did he realize exactly how bleak and boring he was being, and attempted a bit of a grin and a little quip back, "Well, you know, people die from sprained legs about as much as they die from Polar-Stoat attacks." He even allowed himself a little chuckle at his own joke, before raising his gaze back up, and noticing that the stingy archivist had taken his leave. It was probably for the best, he really didn't have any reason to be there. Hell, Hebirei was the healer, and didn't even feel like he had a reason to be there, but he stayed all the same, his sense of benevolence overriding his discomfort.
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Post by aden on Oct 7, 2008 16:18:45 GMT -5
"Mom?" Aden called out, his voice quiet enough not to carry through the door flap to the people waiting outside. There was no immediate response and he took a few more steps into the center of the living area that was coated with furs. "Mom?" he said again. A moment later, there came a slight mewing sound from the dining area and the little sabertooth kitty named Tuli pandered his way out to greet him.
"In here," responded his mother, and not long after she stepped into view around the divider that seperated the kitchen. Aden had meanwhile reached down and picked up the kitten... or rather, lifted up his arm which now had a kitten firmly latched onto it.
"Hey," he began to say, and momentarily paused to scratch Tuli's ears. "I-"
"What's wrong?" his mother asked, sounding concerned like only a mother could.
"Nothing," Aden was quick to answer, though he kept on petting the kitten.
"Then why do you look like that?" she pressed.
"Like what?" Aden startyed to say, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion, but quickly deciding against making an issue out of this. He figured his mother suspected some bad news after he had met with Hissun. She often liked to invent reasons to worry about him, and he figured the best way to put her at ease was to just tell her what had actually happened. "Nevermind... but could we have a few guests in for just a moment?"
"Guests?" his mother asked, emphasizing the plural form. "Like who? The house is a mess." She immediately began to look around the room, apparently concerned and she set to straightening out folded corners of the fur rugs.
"Just Desna and one other person," Aden said, doing well to maintain a very casual tone to counter his mother's worrying, "She kind of twisted her ankle and the other guy's a healer. I said that this would e a shorter walk than the healing huts and that you wouldn't mind."
"Oh..." his mother said, though she still seemed intent on fixing up all the loose ends visible from the den. "Well if she's hurt then bring her in. I'll heat up some soup."
"No, mom, it's fine," Aden said, rubbing his forhead slightly. "It's not a dinner party...." ut she already seemed intent on completing the task, and Aden merely sighed. He knew how rare it was for him to bring people over, but really, his mother sometimes embarassed him with how much she tried to help.
With a sigh, Aden managed to remove Tuli from his arm and wandered back over to the doorflap. He pulled it back and held it open for the others to enter. "Come on in," he told them, though as he did so he noticed they were one short from before. "Did that Taatoq guy leave?"
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Post by desna on Oct 8, 2008 9:09:05 GMT -5
Desna smiled, seemingly pleased he got the joke and grinned brightly at the boy. He used an odd metaphor but she was willing to run with it. The back of her hand was against her forehead and a dramatized sigh issued forth, her head tilted back in mock agony as she brought on her usual childish nature. ' Ah! woe is me! my great uncles cousin's niece was killed by polar stoats!" Of course she didn't know if she had a great uncle with a cousin and a niece but it seemed to be amusing in the least to her. Perhaps it would get the glum boy to open up some, that wouldn't be too horrible. He seemed to have a little black cloud hanging over his head. What a shame it is that a healer can't cure the grumpies.
It seemed that a lot of the people in the tribe were suffering from this epidemic, it could only be called that. First there was Aden who despite his best efforts was a grumpy guppy though she was already giving him her own brand a cure for that. Hebirei seemed, less than enthralled with humanity which is lame cause it's life and it's a blessing from the spirits to even be here when so many died in the sieges. Then Taartoq who was grumpy for his own reasons and as she looked back he was...walking away?! She wobbled on her leg having to grab hold of the healer boy as to not hurt herself further. Her body wobbled like a fish out of water being tossed on the ice. It was a few seconds before she regained her balance. All the while Pikatti was freaking out behind her and then to the side of her.
Once she was stabilized she stuck her tounge out at the old man. " Fine! When I die of my strained ankle your gonna feel bad!" She shouted after him half heatedly, he most likely didn't even hear her but she wasn't upset, it seemed like no one liked the man, but he needed a healer more than she did. Then again not even the most dedicated healers would be able to bend the stick out of his ass. It was a pity really. He was handsome. She sent an apologetic look to her polar bear dog who huffed and then whined at her. She smiled gently and wanted to scratch his ear but her hands were a little occupied. "sorry Piki"
Finally Aden came back to the door and she clung to Hebirei as the pair hobbled up the stairs. Her eyes caught Aden's for a moment, there was the same look she gave Pikatti only a little more embarrassed. She was known for being oblivious to the trouble she put people through but in actuality she wasn't dense. This was very generous of him to even mention using his house for this....thing. " Yeah, I think the guy left." For once there was no sarcasm, no quick witted quip. Just a shy girl with her leg encased in ice, perfectly typical. Dutifully Pikatti sat down with the sled to wait and worry. He rested his head down on his paws and huffed wanting to be inside with his master.
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