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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

I'm Fine

Postby Alija on April 19th, 2016, 9:46 pm

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40th Spring 516
Alija reached out the window, snatching Kial's shirt from where it hung haphazardly from the line pegged across the narrow alley at the back. Her fingers trailed out further, one hand pressed against the windowsill to keep her steady. The cloth of her trousers brushed against her mocking and for a moment, she lost her grip, feeling herself moving over the edge. The next moment she got it again, hands tight around the sill. She reached out again, this time grabbing a firm hold and tugging it loose from the pegs. They hung there alone, then with the final pull from the shirt slid together, pressed tight as one.

It was this, or leave the clothes lower where anyone could take them.

Quickly folding both, she placed them on the pile with the rest of the laundry, all clean and dry. Humming, she gathered them, moving out of the room and up the staircase, heading towards the bedrooms.

Thegans stopped her mid-step, eyes looking at her worried. "Your father's ill."

Alija paused in the middle of a note, taking in his words. He couldn't be ill, he couldn't. Shoving the clothes at her friend, Alija pushed past him, tearing up the stairs. His door was closed, but Alija paid no attention to that now, pushing it open.

He lay there, beard overgrown and eyes creased, staring into the distance. His covers were pulled over his body, but his hand rested uncovered, shaking slightly. At her arrival, he turned to her "Alija?" his voice was rough and coarse, no sign of the polished surface she knew, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were ill," she simply stated, moving over to sit beside him. She placed her hand against his forehead, like her mother did when she was little. The action was symbolic, not needed. Alija had already dug into her reserve of djed, letting it prick her eyes like tears as the world swelled. There was a light humming noise in her ears, then she forced it away, shifting shadows cast over everything and everyone. His was a flame, circling around his body. It was strong, still strong and burning, the life within him. But it flickered, ripples of darkness in the sickly green.

Then an immense heat overcame her, Alija's body tensing at the sense. At first, she pinned it as the fever, but surely that came with the fire and the sickly green colour. This surge of heat came with a feeling to herself. Uncomfort, pain. It was so incredibly strong, but Alija hadn't been able to notice it straight away. Were these his feelings, that he tried so hard to hide from her? They didn't seem right, but had to be. The shadows drifted away almost as quickly as they had come, disappearing into the real shadows. She hated delving into his aura, delving into his very essence. But it came so naturally.

"You have a fever."

"It's nothing." It was though, she knew. "I'll be better soon." A sharp cough.

But what if he wasn't. In his situation, he couldn't just reveal himself. Alija knew he wouldn't, whether the danger out there was real or not. Even if it wasn't, one had come because of the hiding. People would wonder about why he hadn't ever left the house, made himself known. People would wonder if he had something to hide.

So if he didn't get better, calling a doctor simply wouldn't help. She knew that. He would never let her.

"I'll fetch you some tea." Alija rose, stepping out the room. Why did he have to get ill, of all things!
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I'm Fine

Postby Alija on April 20th, 2016, 5:27 pm

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Alija hurried out the store, handful of coins in her palm. There had to be some sort of plant that helped with fever. She planned to find it. Streets dragged behind her, pulling at her with curiosities and beauty. Fighting them, she pushed through crowds, making her way through busy plazas. This couldn't be happening. She was surprised they had lasted that long without anything. Her father ate little, because the monks didn't know about him, so didn't bring food for him. He moved around little, no proper sunlight or fresh air. He always claimed that he was alright, but perhaps he wasn't. He said he was fine now, after all, but that was clearly a lie.

It wasn't long until she passed into another quarter, and a group of young men and women eyed her curiously. Alija tried to ignore them, but knew they were curious why she entered their quarter like that. People tended to stick to their own. As she stepped further into the streets, they followed, Alija picking up her pace.

They trailed after her, watching her. Alija could sense that her Zeltivan nature poured off her, leaving a scent for them to follow. It was there, even under the Nykan fashion and the few seasons she had spent there. Her pace picked, both her steps and her heart. The shop had to be around here somewhere. By the wall. She knew that much. By the wall.

She turned a corner, almost at a run now. There. It wasn't hard to miss. It was small, but it was the only shop with large windows opening to shelves of herbs and a large banner of the monks of the Skerr. Her last few steps were a run, crossing the street quickly and reaching for the door. In the reflection of the glass, she saw them, lingering at the corner of the street. They didn't want a scene, not in a shop. Taking a grateful breath, she pushed herself inside.

Greeted by a bombardment of colour and smells, she took a moment to take it all in, the jars, the plants, everything. Unlike her shop, which was small and darker, this one took in light and colour, embracing them fully.
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I'm Fine

Postby Alija on April 21st, 2016, 5:25 pm

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"Hello!" came a call from back behind a counter. Alija spun, almost shocked, then stopped, relaxing once she realised it was just the owner. An old woman, greying hair, stared back with a smile, gesturing her over. "I'm Matilda. Pleased to meet you - it isn't often we get new customers. What can I interest you in? A nice cream for your - although it does look beautiful as it is now. Perhaps some herbs to ward away the dangers of the Aperture?"

Alija took a moment to stumble with words, then replied, a little out of breath. "Just something for fever, just that."

The woman smiled, moving over to where there were jars of dried leaves. "I have something just for that. Your son perhaps, who's ill? Although you're too young for that - perhaps a brother? A lover? I'm certain someone like you has a few men interested?" The woman winked almost knowingly, turning to fully face Alija with her hand on her hip.

"No, no, there isn't anyone," Alija stuttered out, going a bit red, "Please, the herbs..."

"Of course, of course!" Matilda turned back around, sorting through the jars. "Ah, connal's a nice tea. Always drink it to get to sleep - all it's good for really. Apart from the wine - it makes good wine. Really, I wish they had more connal wine around here. It's hard to find a good batch these days. I really recommend it." The woman poured a handful of the herbs into a open cloth, binding it up methodically. Alija watched her awkwardly, waiting for a chance to tell her it wasn't what she was searching for.

"For fever," she finally forced out, "I want something for a fever."

The woman frowned, then smiled, forcing the pouch to Alija anyway. "Here, I'll tell you what. I'll give you some bon'mur. That should do the trick. But you still haven't given me your name. I know nothing about you. Please, do share - I can gather a whole collection of household herbs you might need."

"I just..." she was quickly shushed by the woman.

"Your name, child?"

"Alija, Alija Piper. I own a shop near the docks - the Ocean's Forge. It's a smithy. Can I have my herbs?"

The woman smiled with joy, "Another business owner! I'm sure you must love forging things just as much as I love plants. I'll be sure to check the shop out for anything I might need. In fact, I've had an order, I can pass it straight to you, right? I needed some new pots, but they have to be metal, with a thingie-whatsit to connect it to a wall. You can do that, right? I need four" Alija nodded, opening her mouth, but was cut off again. "These leaves will do well in a tea, it should help with the fever. And I have a nice paste that can help burns, here somewhere." She shuffled around, finding one amongst the many. The woman then pondered something for a moment and plucked a few clumps of drying herbs. Then she found a small tincture, taking that.

Moving over to the counter, she laid them all out so Alija could see them. "Connal, for when you can't sleep. Bon'mur, for whoever has the fever. Rhinedale, for burns. Just apply it to them. These dried leaves are called aletrid, they smell nice. And the tincture is belltor, it should help against the fever as well. All good!" She counted through each one, working out the price. "7 laats." Alija stared at her, unhappy with the price for things she hadn't even wanted, but she had wasted too much time in this shop. Handing the money over, she took the herbs, smiling.

"I'll have my friend drop off the pots you wanted soon," she quickly said, securing a deal for herself, before leaving. Home was the only thing on her mind.

ledgerconnal (4oz) 2sm
Bon'mur (4oz) 2sm
rhinedale in jar (8oz) 4gm 5sm
aletrid (2oz) 1sm
belltor (2oz) 2gm
7gm
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I'm Fine

Postby Alija on April 21st, 2016, 6:20 pm

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With the whole business with Matilda, Alija had forgotten the group that had followed her. They were still waiting and followed her away. She find herself speeding up, but all at once someone appeared in front of her and she collided, falling to the floor. The man frowned at her, moving away quickly as the group came around, towering over her. Alija tucked all the herbs away, slowly rising. "I don't want any trouble, just let me go home."

They didn't listen, smiling, coming closer. Shrinking into her shoulders, she shuffled back, hand reaching out behind to feel where she was going. Something cold met her hand, something rough. She took another step and found her back meet the wall. Suddenly, all passers-by seemed to disappear. It was just her, and the group approaching menacingly. "Please," her voice was a whimper, "My father's ill, I have to go home."

"You aren't from around here, are you?" spat out a tall woman, hair running down one side of her head, "Not from this quarter, not from this city." She stepped closer, Alija shrinking back. This wasn't right. Alija was a smith, well respected, very skilled, she wasn't someone to be in this position. She shouldn't let herself be pushed around.

Struggling to straighten, Alija tried to take a step away, "This is my home, now." Someone shoved her back against the wall, her head hitting it hard. She felt blood in her mouth, pooling from where she had bitten her tongue. He held her in place, snarling in her face.

"This is our quarter. While there might be others who seem to think it's all alright to be nice and lovely, we're the future monks. We are the ones protecting them from foreign scum like you." He hit her hard across the face, Alija wincing under the pain. "Unless, of course, you have something to give us?"

Alija opened her mouth, coughing out more blood. She clutched at her bag, holding it tight. She wouldn't let them have it. She couldn't. Her father had waited too long. She couldn't let it get any worse. "No.." she stuttered out, someone hitting her again. Alija sunk to the ground, trying to ignore the pain. "Help! Someone help!" she called out, before a foot slammed into her, Alija gasping with pain.

"Just hand us your bag. You don't belong here at all. Give us the bag and we'll let you go back to your quarter." Their attempt to mug her was quickly broken up. Thegans pulled up behind one, snatching them by their collar and socking them hard on the nose. Alija rose, pushing through the group. She dived through the gap created by her friend, but someone caught her bag, snarling.

Spinning round, she held her hand in a fist and let it impact into her cheek, ripping the grip loose. Thegans caught her hand and they ran, the group starting to chase. Running in silence, they heard the steps behind and it urged them forward, to the Aperture, to the bridge, to home. Only once they were safely behind a locked door did they stop and breath, even though they had lost the group back at the bridge.

Alija raised her clenched fist, feeling the pain of the impact only now. "Thank you, thank you," she muttered out, holding her face in her hands, "Thank you."
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I'm Fine

Postby Alija on April 21st, 2016, 6:54 pm

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Thegans said nothing, helping her back up. "You need to get cleaned up."

"But my father..."

"Can wait. I'll see to him." Alija nodded, rummaging through her back to find the herb that began with b, the one for the fever.

"You need to boil some water, just fill the kettle up and put it over the fire. Once it starts steaming, pour it into one the cups. Add a spoonful of the leaves and let it steep for a while. You've got it, right?" she asked nervously, handing the pouch over. Thegans smiled and she tried too, making her way up the stairs.

"I know how to make tea, Alija, but thanks for teaching me again," he grinned, helping her into the bathroom, "Clean yourself up, you'll be fine." Leaving her, he shut the door behind her. Alija moved over to the mirror, catching sight of herself. Her lips were cracked and bloody, her eye was bruised. Her side was starting to bruise too, sore. She washed her face, rinsing her mouth several times to get rid of the test. When it still wouldn't go, she brushed her teeth, the minty taste replacing the metallic one.

She ran the water over her face again, feeling the cool liquid sooth her aches. She took a moment to cope, deep breaths settling her. She would make it through it. She would. Taking a cloth, she soaked it in water, making it nice and damp. Rising, she ignored the ache in her side, moving up into her father's bedroom. He sat there, sipping tea, but looked up in shock at her. "Alija, what happened?"

She shook her head, finding a seat beside him, "Nothing. I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he said softly, reaching out to take her hand, then coughing hard.

"I'm as fine as you are," she grinned, reaching out to place the damp cloth across his forehead, "Get better."

He squeezed her hand, smiling. "Of course. I wasn't planning on doing anything else."
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Postby Dove Brown on March 25th, 2017, 1:35 pm

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  • Changes in a sick man's aura
  • Connal: helps with sleep
  • Bon'mor: good against fever
  • Rhinedale: for burns
  • Aletrid; nice scent
  • Belltor tincture: for fever
  • Trading pots for herbs
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