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Alyra comes to The Sanctuary for help.

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[The Sanctuary] When Cat-astrophe Strikes (Kavala)

Postby Alyra on June 8th, 2014, 12:15 am

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Curious, ambitious, caring...Alyra often labelled herself with these words. She was often blinded by her passion for learning, allowing herself to jump into ponds where she wasn't exactly the "big fish." Though she was full of care for her lessons and loved ones, she was, sadly, not careful. This time around, this care-free attitude led her into a pond that had a devastatingly mean big fish: Scat.

Scat, Alyra's aptly named bird, was the newfound bane of her existence. It was a malicious soul with cruel intentions that would rival even the most skilled torturer. With its eyes set on murder, this creature had viciously attacked both the Eth and her beloved cat, Nash. Alyra was fortunate enough to escape the bird's rage with only minor cuts on her face and arms. Nash, however, was not as fortunate.

Nash has sustained a few serious looking cuts during the whole ordeal. Two horizontal slashes ran the length of the small cat's upper chest, just large enough for a sliver of under-flesh to show through. On his left front paw, three slits cut through Nash's skin. These cuts wrapped around almost his entire leg. The fur around the cuts was matted with dried blood, causing Nash limited mobility. Anytime he would attempt to move, the fur would tug at the wounded skin and the cat would cry out.

Alyra hadn't known what to do with the wounds; she only knew which herbs to eat to get rid of certain pains. Instead of trying to clumsily patch the injuries, Alyra had wrapped the cat in her jacket and hoped for the best. Now, as she looked down at her companion, she wished she had tried to do something more: Nash had a lazy look in his eyes. It was an ominous laziness, the kind that ate away your hope and pulled teardrops from your eyes. The normal curiosity that visibly pulsed through Nash's veins had faded away and been replaced with lethargy; his eyes and ears no longer twitched at the first sign of an investigation, his tail did not sway happily, his nose no longer smelled adventure. Instead, he just gazed up at Alyra.

Alyra did not look her best, either. Her eyes hung low, heavy from her journey, and her spirits hung even lower. In her rush to get help for Nash, she had done nothing to the scrapes and cuts that littered the right side of her face and both arms. A few of the smallest ones had already begun to scab over, while the biggest one had only stopped bleeding a few bells ago.

As The Sanctuary came into view, Alyra spirits lifted. She had been searching for some sort of clinic since the night before. After interrogating many concerned Riverians, she had heard of this place. Now that she had found it, she was ecstatic.

"Hang in there Nash," Alyra cooed as she picked up the pace. "These people will help us." She had said these same words many times since they left the city; they soothed her more than the cat.

When she reached the main entrance of The Sanctuary, Alyra was nearly running. She would have ran all the way, right up to the healer, but she was overwhelmed by the place. When some of the denizens had told her that it was something akin to a ranch, Alyra had pictured a single building surrounded by vast pastures. This, however, was not true. Pens of animals were everywhere, with just as many buildings on site.

"Excuse me," Alyra reached out to a pale woman with her left hand and tightly cradled her bundled jacket with her right. Finding The Sanctuary had renewed some of the strength in the Eth's voice, though it still sounded weak. Mostly it sounded hopefully."Which building is the healing clinic?"
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[The Sanctuary] When Cat-astrophe Strikes (Kavala)

Postby Kavala on June 8th, 2014, 6:14 pm

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The day had been busy and not in a good way. Rather than have a nice schedule to run down and clients to see, the clinic had been hopping all morning and well into the afternoon. Emergencies had come in one after another. Mostly the emergencies revolved around people’s stupidity. Dogs that were small being bred to larger dogs and thus the pups having formed too large and giving rise to size difficulties during pregnancy. Kavala had preformed three surgical (through the adnominal wall) deliveries, had fixed one horse that had been torn up by a night lion, had worked on three birds that had spay-leg conditions, and had done several pregnancy checkups for Kelvic mothers.

She had preformed two more surgeries, one for colic and one to remove a painful bladder stone. Both were for horses. She’d just got them set up in hospital stalls in the recovery barn and had left Aweston watching over the patients. For yet a millionth time she had wished for some way to look in on her patients as they slept without actually having to walk out to the barn. Surely the ancients had some ideas, perhaps using divination and glyphing or some other way. Magecraft items should be able to work, it just depended on how one went about it to get the job done.

Research for another time, surely….

All and all it was a lot of fun, but the Konti was tired and there were more appointments scheduled for the evening. Caelum would be back from Alements soon and perhaps if he had any stamina left she’d ask him to see some of her evening patients. Until then, Kavala had a free bell to shove down some food and catch up on the written side of clinic life. So it was that she was hurrying back from the recovery barn and headed for the tunnel that would lead down to the Within. There, undoubtedly, Cadra would have had some soup on or stew or something that would make a fast meal. The Konti’s stomach grumbled and she grinned in determination. She would also get a chance to see the babies, all of them besides Tasi who was out with Larik checking the herds.

Soft words interrupted her train of thought and caused her to glance up. A hand touched her, which attested to how tired Kavala was. She hadn’t seen nor heard the woman. Blue eyes met the strangers and the Konti offered a smile. Her gaze took in the woman, the bundle, and then a frown crossed her face. She noted the worry on the woman’s face and the slightly pained desperate ton of the woman’s face.

“I’m Kavala. A healer here. Do you need help? It’s this way…”
Kavala said, beckoning to the woman and turning to lead her back to the clinic. The Konti was suddenly glad she’d taken the time to clean up the clinic exam rooms before she’d headed off to lunch. It was always better to be prepared for the onslaught of evening than have to take a moment to clean when an emergency was already standing there.

“Tell me what happened, and we’ll see what we can do to fix up your friend.” The Konti said, leading the woman straight into the healing clinic past the reception and waiting area and directly into an exam room. The room was made of stone walls, patterned like a mosaic to show a stream and waterfall cascading down one wall. There was an exam table that someone could walk all the way around and chairs on one side and a basin and counter on the other with basic equipment.

Kavala paused at the entrance, slapped her hands against arcane glyphs painted all around the threshold and caused the glyph to flare, her hands to flare, and the glyph to vanish. It obviously did something to her hands, perhaps cleaning them, so she could examine the patient without worrying about making them sick from other patients. Kavala smiled reassuringly.

"Set them down on the table and lets have a look."
Kavala said, picking up an apron that was on a hook near the door and slipped it on.

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[The Sanctuary] When Cat-astrophe Strikes (Kavala)

Postby Alyra on June 8th, 2014, 7:06 pm

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Alyra smiled. It seemed Syna had taken pity on her and her small friend, leading them right into the arms of a healer. Alyra nodded as the woman turned, half simply because she was overjoyed that the woman was there and half because of the surprise the woman's appearance brought. The woman had the same stressed appearance to her, though Alyra guessed that it was for a different reason. Perhaps she was just having "one of those days." Alyra had come across that phrase in Zeltiva when a merchant, after pulling crates of his merchandise ashore from his wrecked ship, was told his stall had been 'borrowed' for the day. Although she didn't think this pale woman had just resurfaced after a shipwreck, Alyra would venture to guess that this woman was overworked. Considering the size of The Sanctuary, that was probably a safe bet.

"Yes, yes we do." Alyra nodded once more. When the healer turned and began walking, Alyra followed closely. A small frown emerged on Alyra's face as she noted the significant change in the other woman's direction; she hoped that she wasn't keeping the woman from something more important.

Alyra held back a gasp as they crossed the main are of the clinic. The room was full. Alyra hadn't known that that many animals lived inside Riverfall, and she surely wouldn't have guessed that so many of them would need medical attention at the same time. It raised concern in Alyra. If so many people needed to bring their animals here for help, then was Riverfall a safe place to keep said animals?

"Is it always this busy here?" Alyra asked cautiously, entering the exam room that the healer had pointed out. She nodded at the woman's response before pushing the conversation to the back of her mind. It wasn't important right now, so her question would have to wait.

"Right, well," Alyra began, placing the bundle onto the table. She didn't want to unwrap Nash until completely necessary; his fur was most likely stuck to the fabric, and Alyra did not want to be the one to cause him anymore pain. "We were moving into my new apartment yesterday, and Nash immediately went to explore. Next thing I know, this big black bird flies out from under a tarp and attacks me." Alyra paused, reaching down to gently rub the top of Nash's head. "I guess it got to him first, though."

It was reassuring to see the precautions this healer took. Alyra had been expecting a table in a dirty barn, an old man with shaky hands, and impending sickness all around. Never before had she seen an animal clinic, she never had the need. When she was told about The Sanctuary, she had not pictured it fondly. It was, however, more than she had expected.

"He has a few cuts on his chest and legs." The Eth said, moving to patiently wait at the side of the table.

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[The Sanctuary] When Cat-astrophe Strikes (Kavala)

Postby Kavala on June 11th, 2014, 2:54 pm

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When Kavala had a patient, she went from a gentle bright eyed Konti to a force of nature. There was no wasted motions in her actions, but instead everything that needed to be done to help out the patient was carefully orchestrated. The main issue, as far as the Konti could see, was that the cat had deep lacerations. “Deep lacerations, but the blood and debris from the scuffle has tangled and matted fur… “. She muttered to herself as she laid her hands on the frightened animal and gave some of the wounds more of a look. She could tell it hurt the feline and while her exam would further hurt the animal, that was the last thing she truly wanted.

“His name is Nash?” She asked the owner, then nodded to the owner herself, looking up and catching the woman’s eyes.. “And what is yours? Hold him a minute. Lets make him feel more comfortable for a few minutes while we get busy.” Kavala said as she turned, leaving the cat in the care of the owner for a moment.

The healer walked to the cabinet behind the exam table and removed a cloth and then some liquid. She poured a bit of the liquid onto the cloth and walked back to the cat, gently covering his mouth and nose with hit. “This is going to put him to sleep for a few minutes… not long… about five. But it will give us a chance to clean him up and seal all these wounds.” Kavala said as she gently held the sharply scented cloth over the cat’s face where he had no chance but to breathe it. Within seconds the feline was relaxing and then went limp.

“Nasty bird. Must have been something a bit and feisty to create wounds like this. Was it a predator trying to eat him? We have owls that can carry small dogs and cats away… sometimes eagles will as well, though they prefer other food… rabbits, mice, squirrels…” She offered with a smile. And though she spoke, Kavala didn’t mess around. She was moving fast. She had a bottle of water out and had spread a towel out onto the exam table and helped the cat be moved onto it to catch the water she was about to douse him with. The Konti emptied the water bottle over the wounds, not worried about disinfecting them, but getting the blood, hair, and debris away from the cat’s skin and out of its fur. She worked quickly, ignoring for a moment the open wounds. Once the water ran clean from the fur and was no longer tinged with the red of blood or specks of dirt, she reached into the fur, parted it around the wounds so she could see them, and then tapped her gnosis.

Power flared from her hands as the symbol of Rak’keli bursts into light on her ankle. Because the Konti wore low boots, the kind made of kidskin that where soft and comfortable for indoors, the area above her ankles glowed because the pattern spilled out of her boot. She touched Nash with her burning hands and quickly swept them over his lacerations first sanitizing them then closing the wounds altogether. Dirt and anything unseen that might have been on the claws – old blood, pathogens, anything – was burned away by the healer’s power and then the wounds themselves closed. The flesh could be seen knitting together quite rapidly until the flesh was smooth. It was obvious the cat had lost some fur in the scuffle, which was something Kavala could do nothing about. But when she was done, the wounds were gone… only thin white scars remained on his flesh, reminders of the battle.

Then the real work began.

While the cat was still slumbering under the effects of what it had breathed in, Kavala gout out a basin, partially filled it with warm soapy water, and slipped the cat into it. She got the warm water from the clinic’s main heart that always had such things hanging over the fire. The cat named Nash – all of him up to his nose – went into the basin. Kavala gave the new girl the most important job. “Gently hold his head. Keep his nose and mouth out of the water. Lets give him a quick scrub to take care of the rest of this blood and dirt before he wakes up.” She advised, and with gentle but firm hands, began tackling the blood and mats on the cat’s fur. The basin’s water soon tinged with red, and when she was almost done with him, she had the newcomer lift him up while she dumped the basin and brought back fresh warm water to give him a final few rinses with.

That worked well. And it seemed to take longer than it did. Kavala grabbed a towel, and while his owner held him, Kavala swathed him in a towel and had the owner start rubbing him dry as she cleaned up the water, basin, and counter. They were all done before they knew it, the though cat was slow to wake up. Kavala wasn’t concerned having well understood that some cats fought it all the way while others just enjoyed the attention.

“He should be waking up any time now. We have ways of waking him up instantly, but I think letting him wake up on his own is best.”
Kavala said, helpfully a getting a fresh dry towel and having the owner set Nash upon it, so Kavala could take the wet one and put it in the ‘to be laundered’ item pile.

“So… lived here long?”
Kavala asked, willing to chat now that the crisis was over. There was plenty of time for conversation. “If you are a local, I’ll start you a file so we can keep track of his health. There might be more you want done in the future.” Kavala said, leaning against the counter more than a little tired. It had been a long day.




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  • This pc has a Konti Gift of Animal Empathy. She has a superpower from a Riverfall city event that allows animals of all sorts and Kelvics (in kelvic form) to speak clear understandable Common around her.
  • Kavala is a Konti but was raised in the Drykas culture so her accent is entirely Pavi though she can speak Common, Pavi, and Tukant well. She's only conversational in Kontinese.
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[The Sanctuary] When Cat-astrophe Strikes (Kavala)

Postby Alyra on June 12th, 2014, 5:37 am

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Alyra carefully watched the woman from the table's side. She watched as the woman touched Nash, and noted the feline's reaction: fear. It was bizarre for Alyra to see her normally adventurous partner in crime frightened. He, like his owner, was sometimes blinded by his ambitions, and this often caused him to see the possible consequences of things only after he had done them.

"He'll be fine, right?" Alyra asked cautiously as the healer mumbled something. When the woman spoke again, Alyra became slightly less nervous. Though she didn't consider herself a chatterbox, Alyra found speech comforting. It let her know that people were paying attention to her troubles, and that they, occasionally, took an interest in her life's mission. Many looked at her and saw a strange new creature, one to be gawked at and admired. Some even avoided her. When one did approach her without awe, though, Alyra jumped on the chance of closeness.

"Uh, Nash. Yes. It's the name of my favorite star." Alyra smiled before following the given directions.Crouching down so that her chest was level with the table, Alyra gave Nash's back a initial pet before she moved him at all. Afraid to pick him up, Alyra just wrapped her arms around him. Her head rested on her arm, close enough for her nose to touch Nash's ear. The nest shaped position was, at the very least, familiar to the cat. Whenever Alyra would lay down to nap, draw, or simply watch something in the grass, she would lay with her arms folded like this. Nash, being the needy creature he was, would then curl up in the crease of her arms.

"I'm Alyra." The Eth responded in a coo. It served as both an answer to the healer, and a soothing phrase to Nash. She ran her fingers over Nash's forehead as the healer gathered her materials. As she brought her items closer, Alyra listened carefully to her explanation of what they were. Nodding in understanding, Alyra released Nash then stood back. It took only a few ticks for Nash fell asleep. A laugh slid from the girl's mouth. "Have any extra of that?"

"No, I don't think so."
Alyra shook her head as the healer worked. "It was hiding under my bed, and Nash must've startled it. It didn't look that big, though...just about a foot or so tall." She shook her head once more. This time, however, the shaking was out of both disgust and amazement. She disliked ever bit of that bird, but she also admired its gusto and fighting spirit. That, and it was pretty bird. "It was a black bird, with green feathers. Fiesty thing. I'm not sure what to do with it, really...it's still in my trunk back home."

Alyra watched as the healer's skin lit up. A wave of respect and reverence swept through Alyra as she watched the woman work. She's marked by the Gods. She wasn't sure which divine being had favored this healer--though Alyra ventured to guess it was the god or goddess that reigned over some sort of healing--but she did know one thing: any person devoted enough to a cause to be marked by a god was a person after Alyra's own heart. Alyra filed away questions for later, wanting to wait until after Nash was taken care of to launch into her inquiry.

Her hands slid into the water, once again as directed. As the healer worked on Nash's submerged body, Alyra gingerly rubbed behind the feline's ears. Full of awe, Alyra watched as nearly a season of dirt and grime rushed into the wash basin. Rarely did the cat ever get a bath, and it showed. Alyra never really saw the point behind it; the pair had been travelling for days straight, and the caravan they were with wasn't exactly the most hygienic. Now, though, she saw the error in her thinking.

When they were done with the work, Nash was set upon a clean towel. Alyra was glad that the woman didn't employ the ways of waking up Nash that she spoke of. Now, they could talk.

"Not at all. We just got here..." Alyra paused to count the days. The last few days had blurred together. Between arriving, exploring, moving in, and battling that bird, Alyra's schedule had beem jam-packed lately. "Three days." The woman responded, nodding in agreement to the healer's suggestion. Alyra knew she would be back, if not just to simply explore this facility."How long have you lived here, miss..."

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