Many creatures, strange, beautiful, and horrible, occupied the world of Thirn. Kachee had to remind herself of that when she found herself in the presence of one such creature that she couldn’t identify on sight. The turquoise wings were just so bizarre, and made her seem almost more like a creature of the sea than one of the sky, “Please,” Kachee spoke without dismounting, looking down at the winged woman who had been identified as a healer. “My brother was poisoned.”
The man was slumped over his own horse, tied to it so he wouldn’t fall out of the saddle. He was bleeding, legs and arms, where the chainmail didn’t reach. The leather had been ripped to shreds. His hair was tarnished with the red liquid, though at least his head wasn’t actually bleeding. Despite all the blood, it was evident that the man didn’t have the same red hair color as his sister.
Strange and horrible creatures indeed.
Neither Kachee nor Angelo had expected to encounter a Cerberus, but they had, and the three-headed beast had been almost too much. The poison of its bites had taken Angelo out of the battle quickly, and it was all Kachee could do to keep him protected from more harm while fending off the beast. She was pretty sure it was dead, anyway.
The woman pointed towards the inn, “Take him there, take him inside, and lay him down,” she said, and then left the woman on the horse.
Ava was staying at that inn while in this town. There had been an outbreak of illnesses, which she had managed during her stay. She was just about to leave the town to head to another when these two arrived, so she darted into her room and quickly unpacked her medical bag, seeking out salves to help her in the process, as well as a few teas for when the man regained consciousness. That could better fight any infection sealed in from closing the wound.
When at last she had found all the things she was looking for, the strawberry blonde woman hastened down into the tavern portion of the inn to see the armored woman was laying her brother down over two tables put together. She had some help from a local, fortunately. “What was it that poisoned him?” Ava asked as she drew closer.
“Cerberus,” the paladin answered immediately.
“Aah,” she knew of those, yes. Ava hadn’t been poisoned by one herself, but she knew that poison burned. “Please, step back from him.” The paladin looked concerned. Ava explained, “My healing works in a range. It will harm you if you are in this range.” All medicine was a poison. Trying to heal someone who wasn’t hurt, would hurt them. It was the rule.
Hesitantly, the paladin woman stepped back, but her blue eyes remained on her brother all the while. Both fists clenched.
Ava didn’t begin with the song, but began to remove the armor from the paladin and let it fall to the floor so she could see the wounds. She showed no awkwardness in stripping the man, though his sister did turn away then. Ava let a wry smile come to her lips at that action, but offered no comment. Her own turquoise eyes didn’t linger on anything impolite, just sought the wounds she needed to deal with.
The local leaned against one of the stools to watch. He had been fascinated since Ava arrived in town, with her, or with her healing methods, Ava didn’t know.
With the wounds revealed, Ava opened the orange balm. It didn’t smell of citrus, though, but had a woody smell to it. Ava spread it over the wounds, and as she did so, began to sing a soft melody. The poison would be pulled up and into the balm, which would hold it there. Indeed, the orange began to turn red as it was filled more and more with that poison that was running through the body of the paladin.
When it didn’t seem to be shifting any darker, quickly cleaned the wounds of their blood and of the balm, and then applied another one. This one, a light green, would lessen the pain of quick healing and prevent scarring, but there would still be pain. There was always pain. When it was applied, Ava sung again, and that was when Kachee looked over and squinted.
‘It isn’t the balms….’ Her gaze lifted from the covered wounds, which she could see were closing, to the singer. She had heard of soundweaving as an art of magic, but usually as a way to control the elements and fight—not heal. Healing was still considered a holy art taught to clerics.
Kachee bit the inside of her cheek as again, the balm was cleared away, and Angelo looked as if he hadn’t been in a fight at all—well, save his bloody hair. The winged-woman stepped back and inclined her head to Kachee, “He should wake soon. Do get him dressed, and there will be a tea made that he needs to drink to ensure no infection arises.”
“Ah…yes, but—how did you do that?”
Ava understood some of the science to what she did, but didn’t fully explain. She just said, “Vibrations,” before moving behind the counter of the bar and seeking out clean milk, of all things, to make the tea in.
Angelo groaned, and rolled—right off the tables. “Ow.” The tall man collapsed there, fully awake, but definitely in pain. “Am I naked?” He hadn’t opened his eyes, but he felt air where he shouldn’t feel air.
“Yes. You’re all better now.”
No, he really wasn’t, he hurt in a lot of places. He sat up, hands moving to cover himself as he looked down to see that he wasn’t bleeding anymore, and he did look just fine. “Well.” One hand lifted, distracted, to move through his hair. There was the proof he hadn’t been all right—his hair was clumped still by blood, and some of the blood stained his fingers when he pulled them back.
So he was. His surprise was clear, before he felt the drape of a cloak over his shoulders. Kachee’s, of course. He wrapped it around himself as she dismissed herself with the words, “I’ll go get you a change of clothes.”
The man was slumped over his own horse, tied to it so he wouldn’t fall out of the saddle. He was bleeding, legs and arms, where the chainmail didn’t reach. The leather had been ripped to shreds. His hair was tarnished with the red liquid, though at least his head wasn’t actually bleeding. Despite all the blood, it was evident that the man didn’t have the same red hair color as his sister.
Strange and horrible creatures indeed.
Neither Kachee nor Angelo had expected to encounter a Cerberus, but they had, and the three-headed beast had been almost too much. The poison of its bites had taken Angelo out of the battle quickly, and it was all Kachee could do to keep him protected from more harm while fending off the beast. She was pretty sure it was dead, anyway.
The woman pointed towards the inn, “Take him there, take him inside, and lay him down,” she said, and then left the woman on the horse.
Ava was staying at that inn while in this town. There had been an outbreak of illnesses, which she had managed during her stay. She was just about to leave the town to head to another when these two arrived, so she darted into her room and quickly unpacked her medical bag, seeking out salves to help her in the process, as well as a few teas for when the man regained consciousness. That could better fight any infection sealed in from closing the wound.
When at last she had found all the things she was looking for, the strawberry blonde woman hastened down into the tavern portion of the inn to see the armored woman was laying her brother down over two tables put together. She had some help from a local, fortunately. “What was it that poisoned him?” Ava asked as she drew closer.
“Cerberus,” the paladin answered immediately.
“Aah,” she knew of those, yes. Ava hadn’t been poisoned by one herself, but she knew that poison burned. “Please, step back from him.” The paladin looked concerned. Ava explained, “My healing works in a range. It will harm you if you are in this range.” All medicine was a poison. Trying to heal someone who wasn’t hurt, would hurt them. It was the rule.
Hesitantly, the paladin woman stepped back, but her blue eyes remained on her brother all the while. Both fists clenched.
Ava didn’t begin with the song, but began to remove the armor from the paladin and let it fall to the floor so she could see the wounds. She showed no awkwardness in stripping the man, though his sister did turn away then. Ava let a wry smile come to her lips at that action, but offered no comment. Her own turquoise eyes didn’t linger on anything impolite, just sought the wounds she needed to deal with.
The local leaned against one of the stools to watch. He had been fascinated since Ava arrived in town, with her, or with her healing methods, Ava didn’t know.
With the wounds revealed, Ava opened the orange balm. It didn’t smell of citrus, though, but had a woody smell to it. Ava spread it over the wounds, and as she did so, began to sing a soft melody. The poison would be pulled up and into the balm, which would hold it there. Indeed, the orange began to turn red as it was filled more and more with that poison that was running through the body of the paladin.
When it didn’t seem to be shifting any darker, quickly cleaned the wounds of their blood and of the balm, and then applied another one. This one, a light green, would lessen the pain of quick healing and prevent scarring, but there would still be pain. There was always pain. When it was applied, Ava sung again, and that was when Kachee looked over and squinted.
‘It isn’t the balms….’ Her gaze lifted from the covered wounds, which she could see were closing, to the singer. She had heard of soundweaving as an art of magic, but usually as a way to control the elements and fight—not heal. Healing was still considered a holy art taught to clerics.
Kachee bit the inside of her cheek as again, the balm was cleared away, and Angelo looked as if he hadn’t been in a fight at all—well, save his bloody hair. The winged-woman stepped back and inclined her head to Kachee, “He should wake soon. Do get him dressed, and there will be a tea made that he needs to drink to ensure no infection arises.”
“Ah…yes, but—how did you do that?”
Ava understood some of the science to what she did, but didn’t fully explain. She just said, “Vibrations,” before moving behind the counter of the bar and seeking out clean milk, of all things, to make the tea in.
Angelo groaned, and rolled—right off the tables. “Ow.” The tall man collapsed there, fully awake, but definitely in pain. “Am I naked?” He hadn’t opened his eyes, but he felt air where he shouldn’t feel air.
“Yes. You’re all better now.”
No, he really wasn’t, he hurt in a lot of places. He sat up, hands moving to cover himself as he looked down to see that he wasn’t bleeding anymore, and he did look just fine. “Well.” One hand lifted, distracted, to move through his hair. There was the proof he hadn’t been all right—his hair was clumped still by blood, and some of the blood stained his fingers when he pulled them back.
So he was. His surprise was clear, before he felt the drape of a cloak over his shoulders. Kachee’s, of course. He wrapped it around himself as she dismissed herself with the words, “I’ll go get you a change of clothes.”