Budding and Wilting (Kreesianna/Open)

[Darren]

Date: of 27th of Fall, Year 503 Location: The Menagerie Today was a day to be glad to young for Darren as he skipped- erm jogged jovial around Skyglow hold. He already visited the other holds and today this was the last stop on his trip. Normally he was seen as a good boy but today too many things were going to well for him. When such flourishes occured he would usually grow arrogant, prideful and possibly come off as cocky. And a youthful annoying Vantha was one of the more aggravating individuals produced in Taldera. So when he glided back and forth between the market stalls of the Skyglow, he didn't bother to keep his voice low as he started to criticize the individual works of the artists posted there. But karma making itself known, didn't let Darren's deeds go unpunished. As he moved skittishly away from the stalls, he tripped upon the legs of a out of the way canvas. His laughing was cut short as he fell hard, scraping his knee on the ground and causing an excruciating pain to surge through him. He cried out in pain before he whimpered prone on the ground. He looked up to the woman in front of him, a dejected sight as he pleaded for her to help him.

[Kreesianna]

Kree relaxed on her simple chair, right behind her works of art among other wares. She was only 45 years old, and hadn't quite reached that "Super-Kind-Grandotherly" Stage. Which is exactly why her chest quaked within the soft confines of her white fur cloak, pushing gusts of breath from the cavity with every spasm of her lungs to vibrate against the cords within her throat and thus, when the sound surpassed her plush, pale pink labia, it was a high pitched giggle. Something of a 'tee-hee'. Of course she heard his commentary on the works of art present, which made this all the more satisfying for her. Once her giggling lapsed into a mere beam of pleasure down at him characterized by a slight wickedness. Her intonation carried all the tone of a grandmother, it was just doused with sarcasm. "D'awww.. Poor thing.. Just like a typical male, crying and whimpering for the nurturing of a woman..." That part hadn't exactly been directed at him, but too the space between them in general, an open statement. "Well, Loveh... Get up. This isn't the time to lay about and whine. Rub some dirt in it, and toughen up! Your generation is getting much too soft these days..."

[Darren]

The woman looking down on him couldn't be any less helpful as she teased him. He looked up confused as up to the woman, his eyes hopeful and expectant. Darren frowned as he looked to the comely older woman, a bit annoyed and confused at what she said. "...No! "he pouted defiantly as he sat himself straight up. He crossed his arms in defiance as he continued to give her a sullen loook. He looked at his ankle as he sat there. It didn't look right to him, slightly a bit more strenched then usual. "Oww... oww... oww..." he whimpered as he tried to rotate his foot. He instinctual placed his hands over his leg as he silently tolerated the pain. Trying not to prove the woman right even though it hurt so bad. He might have sprained it or maybe even broke it, he sniffled sadly as he ran his finger though the new bruises he sported. oocBit hard to see the letters with that color

[Kreesianna]

Her brow gave a slight twitch before it knitted together above her scrunched nose and pursed, tight-line mouth. Previously idle hands slid to grasp her knees and help lift her from the seat. She straightened her posture the best she could with more than a few cracks of her joints which threatened to give beneath her with ever step she took as she waddled around the stand to near him. She knelt with even more groans of protest at his side.

"Troublesome.. troublesome..." She swatted at his hands to shoo them so that she had more space to analyze the situation. A youthful seeming index digit prodded his ankle and pushed it this way and that. "Well, karma certainly is a bitch, huh, whipper snapper?" She offered a half-hearted smile, almost apologetically, before she gave the results of her analysis. "Seems like a sprain. However, I do not have the tools needed to mend it."

[Radogue]

With his pack on his back his roll up tent tied to it and horse following him Radogue strode proudly towards the area were the boy and the woman were at. Radogue's eyes were currently the color of blue reflecting his happiness. Why was he happy? Today was the day he began his adventure. Radogue was not paying much attention to his surroundings and so he ran into the boy and tripped over his leg. Radogue landed face first in the snow.

Radogue pushed himself up then sat down and he looked around and saw the boy and the woman. He looked towards the two and said "Sorry about that i wasn't paying attention to where i was going. My name is Radogue who may you two be?" Then he laughed a little bit and smiled.

[Darren]

Seeing the man's approach a meter away, Darren had enough time to protect his leg as he huddled his body protectively over his leg as the man fell over him. Sending out an arm to push the 8-year old child out of the way his eyes seethed with rage at the brash and less then satisfactory apology. "Are you kidding me you little shyke? Where are your parents? You better go find them before I end your stupid arse” he threatened before he winced slightly in pain. Gritting his teeth the news that Kreesiana didn't know how to deal with a simple sprain. What has she been doing all her life? They are both fools he raged mentally. His eyes face drooped as his eyes glazed over. If he wasn't clutching his foot in pain he could use his hands to bury his face in disgust. “Ice old lady...” he said simply as his hand moved over the ground he was sitting on. Melting the ice below him he rested his foot in the two deep inch pool that materialized. He sighed as he rested his foot unto the puddle. Having his hands free he put it on the back of his head as he laid his back on the ground. Shaking slightly from the cold, his mean demeanor was quickly replaced with a depressed mood. "Why does this have to happen to me? Everything is going wrong, I wish this would all slow down” he sighed. Taking his right hand he covered his face as he took a moment for himself.

[Kreesianna]

She shook her head as her labia parted just enough so that air could escape in a short, irritated sigh. A hand lifted towards her face to gingerly lift a strand of hair behind her ear before it descended towards the ground. She lifted her fur cloak to reveal the simple cotton black cloak that rested beneath it. She gripped the hem in both hands and tugged it upward and apart as hard as she could. The goal was to rip it upwards just an inch or two before tearing it horizontally all the way around.

She had under estimated her own strength apparently as the rip turned out to be four inches. No matter, she gripped the fabric along the rip and tugged some more. She had to change her entire position at times so that she could tear the section completely from the rest of her cloak.

With her new weapon in hand, she set to work. First, even if it pained the whiny boy, she slipped off his shoe and sock before rolling up his clothing just above the knee. She started a few inches above the sprain then began to tightly wrap the strip of black cotton down the rest of his leg as she held his foot in place with her free hand. Coiling the fabric until she had reached the arch of his foot then coiling back up once more since there was plenty of fabric left. The beginning became the end as she knotted the head with the tail of the strip.

"What's the point of self pity, Darling?" She looked down at him as she rested her hands in her lap, awaiting a response. She wasn't going to offer her apologies for the make-shift job of trying to help him. He was already sorry enough for them both.