Where the Wild Things Are

[Kiva]

oocWasn't sure if Turrin would be tending her wounds in the jungle, or she would be at a healer, nor how much time had passed so I kept this as loose as I could.


It was hard to gauge just how long darkness engulfed her, but in a way it was peaceful. She felt no pain, and avoided the shame of losing a fight she was obviously ill-prepared for. Kiva laid motionless, but her breathing was steady and the gash on her head began to slow in its bleeding. It wasn't until she began to gain consciousness that she felt the throbbing of her wound.

'Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.'

Her head felt hot. It pulsed softly. Her eyes swiveled under closed lids and then began to flutter. She groaned, a stubborn sound. She shifted, light shifting as her brown eyes opened ever so slightly. "Ugh."

She half expected to be in the jungle still, left in the dirt. Deserted. Maybe it was night fall and she was lucky no animals had claimed her for lunch. Or maybe the gods were looking out for her. Maybe... but... not the one that mattered the most.

'Not Myri. She was ashamed of me.'

Kiva grunted and opened her eyes fully. She looked around and her head bowed in regret. So... Rekka had been victorious and she was to be taught a lesson in humility. To Kiva, she had only one choice. The anger from earlier was drained. And she would have to go home and report her condition. Ignoring all else, Kiva lowed to her knees and closed her eyes. The pain in her head only fueled her embarrassment. Her lips began to mutter softly and her eyes were pinched tightly in concentration. The young girl was praying.

"Goddess, Myri. Forgive me. I have shamed you, and you have punished me as a result. I..." Memories of Rekka taunting her family and whipping her flashed in her mind. Kiva paused, holding her breath until any traces of anger left her. Self control was not easy for the youth, and it seemed like the ache in her skull intensified for a moment -- reminding her of her prayer. She focused on it, counting the throbs until she was calm, "I was not worthy today. Allow me to seek your favor in my days to come, if Dira does not visit first. Thank you."

Ticks passed after her lips stopped moving, and a long sigh slipped from her lips, accepting the defeat begrudgingly. She absently traced the area where she had been hit, the flesh still faintly tender along her legs. Finally, she lifted her face, and pushed some hair from her face. Time to move on.


-Kiva

[Turrin]

Setting cross legged in the dirt, Turrin kept the curved sword scabbard in his lap as he watched the unconscious girl. It had been a bell since the two other children fled the area. He wondered to himself if about what would happen if the girl didn't wake up from her slumber. How would her clan react to the unprovoked slaying a little girl by another girl and boy from another clan. It was a frightening thought, but the rise and fall of her chest still signaled to the teenager that the girl was still alive for now. Turrin told himself and her that he would stay with her until she regained consciousness. He knew with the heat and humidity of the afternoon. He would most likely have to escort her to the healer too. He would have picked her up and carried her, but he knew that he wasn't physically strong enough to lift the girl, so all he could do was wait until she regained consciousness or died whatever came first.

Suddenly Turrin sat up straight when the girl's eyes started to flutter. The half-breed fumble for his water-skin as she sat up and looked around the jungle in front of her. If she looked behind her, she would have saw Turrin sitting silently, but she didn't, so it gave the half-breed time to evaluate her. The girl looked like a typical myrian with her tanned skin and black hair, and she had the demeanor of one too when she stood up against the other children. Suddenly, she started to ask Myri for forgiveness for her loss against the two other Myrian children. The golden eyed teenager knew that she didn't have much of a chance against the two of them, so Myri would probably understand that she lost because of the numbers and not the spirit of the warrior. The watched as she touched her head where the rock was bashed into it. He wasn't quite sure if putting pressure on the wound was enough to stop the bleed, but the bleeding seemed to slow slightly. Finally, Turrin decided to speak before she decided to wander into the jungle with a hurt head, “I don't know your name, but you fought with spirit against those bullies, so don't call yourself unworthy..” Getting up off the ground, Turrin walked over to her and offered her a hand, “My name is Turrin of the Twisted Vine clan. Let me help you back to the city, so we can find you a healer before the wound under you hair starts to fester.”

[Kiva]

The sound of the male's voice made her jerk, and Kiva recognized the speaker as the boy from earlier, "So you stuck around. I thought you would leave.. cause... ya know, I got you into trouble." Kiva's head stung, and she touched some strands of hair around the wound, feeling some crust where blood had dried. 'Man, I really made her mad.'

Turrin, as he identified himself, was waiting, wanting to take her to see a medic. Kiva hated going to them, always poking and prodding. She'd much rather try to fix herself up, but knew she didn't have the skills. "I'm Kiva of the Crimson Sun," she began quickly, trying to deter him, "I think it looks worse than it is, promise."

The memory of getting hit was fuzzy and if Kiva was being honest, she felt faintly dizzy when she moved too fast. She'd have to come up with a lie, say she fell or something. She could tell the medics the truth, but the idea didn't sit well with her for some reason, "Hey, can I see your water skin? It's not bad. I mean, if I didn't take the hit, she was gonna go after you cause you were distracted. Figured, I got ya into the mess, might as well take responsibilidy."

It was possible Kiva was feeling chattier than usual, but really, she was stalling, "Ya know, I fought, but I didn't win. Myri decides whose victorious, and I wasn't chosen, so... I gotta try again. What happened after I... fell asleep?"


oocSorry, I'm slowly trying to break free of writer's block so I hope this will do for now. Just wanted to give you something.


-Kiva

[Izuyanai]

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