OOCI was not expecting tiny(er) Sosicly to get tearful, I didn’t even think she could cry. It was surprising. Sosicly let out a silent groan at the thought of more medicine, no matter how well it would make her it never seemed pleasant to take. She pouted in exaggeration, but folded her arms and nodded, waiting for him to continue. Ripping off a scrap of paper she wrote down the name Rak’keli on it and stuffed it into the waist of her wraps. She would put it in her bed for safe keeping. But as she did so she froze, then stood and put her hands on her hips. Her eyes were hard as she stared at Veldry’s, narrowing as he spoke. He sounded so much like her mother, it was foolish. Turning away from him she wrote on the paper once more, her hand a bit shaky. You are not sick, you do not know. Why would a healer of this Rak’keli help me? Unless it is one of our own no one will help us, so why would Rak’keli? By the time she handed the paper to him, her head was downturned and she almost pulled her arm back. She didn’t want to look up because her eyes were watery and she wasn’t angry but she was upset. Why did they always have to tell her about things that wouldn’t happen? Her whole body was tense in frustration and she held out her other hand jerkily, waiting silently for her new medicine. Finally pulling the paper back she wrote her words out abruptly, and turned to face him once more with her gaze still down. Only this time small drops of water hit the floor. Thank you for your help. I would like my medicine |