PM to join Repercussions, Physical and Emotional[Windchaser Pavilion]P1

[Taylani]

Time Stamp : 77 Fall 513

The rain battered the fabric of the pavilion, but inside it remains dry and warm. The pavilion was set up much like all pavilions, with sections dividing sleeping area's and the cooking area, and a living area. The living area is where the entrance of the pavilion opens into, pillows arranged for comfort around the vented fire that keeps the chill from the wind and rain at bay.

Taylani limps in, her right ankle swelling over her sturdy but muddy leather boot, though that was not the only thing that looked worse for wear about the dancer. Her hair, normally a brilliant red that defied all curls instead was now dark with wet, as rivulets of water streamed down from the ends. Not that the ends were all that apparent, so ragged and tangled from both the wind and the speed of the ride back. Her dress was in effect ruined, grass stains and mud being the least of its conditional worries, her hem ragged and shorn from the same wind that had tussled and knotted her hair. Fortunately for Taylani she had purchased a riding outfit from Rue Nightsong, though she had loathed to wear it yet. So she would not be without clothing.

Not only was her dress messy and dirtied it was soaked through, and her arms crossed over her breast in a vain attempt to keep warm. Scratches dot her arms and legs from before the rains started, and just a few tiny scratches line her cheek though these might be hidden by the smear of dirt. All in all Taylani looked little more then a waif in need of a bath and grooming. Instinctively she turns toward the screen that gave her and Fallan their privacy for their own sleeping area slowly moving with a slight wince with every step.

[Waisana]

Apparently one of the captives had run off into the storm or something and a healer might be needed. For once, she'd been sent after she was woken up. Not because they wanted to give her an opportunity to heal, no, they were letting her go because it was a fool's errand and she could be spared for it. That made her feel truly unappreciated but there was nothing she could do. At least there was a chance that she might be able to treat somebody, however slim it seemed.

Slipping into the Windchaser Pavilion, little attention was paid to her after a brief glance in her direction. Did she really have to put up with this treatment? She waited in the living area, not daring to sit down without permission she stood instead feeling extremely awkward and out of place. The healer made no eye contact with anyone, not looking at anything but her feet.

The girl had no idea how long she stood there. It seemed like an eternity of listening to the rain lashing against the tent, of staring at her feet, of feeling out of place. She was detached from everything going on around her, beginning to fall asleep where she stood when she glanced lazily around her. It seemed like a waking dream, something that she was imagining in her sleep deprived state, something that seemed to move in the shadows. Shaking herself, Waisana squinted and could just make out the outline of someone in the darkness.

Taking a few steps forward to bring herself closer to the figure, the teen found that there was something familiar about the profile. She couldn't believe that though, it couldn't be the woman who'd come to see her that day about conception, could it? She'd been told the captive's name but she couldn't be certain because the woman had never given her name, at least she didn't remember her doing so.

"Taylani?" she asked uncertainly.

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[Taylani]

Taylani froze, so intent was she on getting to her and Fallan's sleeping area that she hadn't even properly looked around the room. It was not Fallan's mother or sister, and definitely feminine so she at least wasn't too afraid though she didn't want to face any of Fallan's family tonight, it was his father and one of his brothers that she truly didn't want to have to endure. Yet when she turns toward the voice, she lets her relief show on her face. It was the kind healer that had told her to ask for her if she needed anything.

Shivering, even though she is now out of the wind Taylani doesn't speak for a moment, not sure if she could around the lump in her throat. Now that the danger was past she was starting to feel the full weight of what she had done, and failed so the thoughts of repercussions swirled in her mind. "Waisana?" When she did finally speak her voice was slightly raspy, mostly from that lump in her throat that would not go away as the dread builds. "What are you doing here?" Even as she asked she glanced at the sleeping partitions that Fallan's family might or might not be behind, then pointedly looked at Waisana before gesturing for her to follow.

Taylani then turns away, and limps favoring her right ankle, into the screened area. Behind the partition one can tell that a man lived here, but couldn't tell a woman for the furnishings were sparse, a simple bedroll and a lamp adorned the area. In the corner was a bag that contained Taylani's jewel crafting tools that she had left behind. It is here that she hobbled over and slings her wet leather pack off her back to plop it soddenly beside the other. She is careful to keep far from the bedroll, not wanting her dripping clothes to wet it. Turning now back to Waisana, assuming she enters behind Taylani she gestures for the girl to sit, though she herself remains standing balancing most but not all her weight on the left leg.

[Waisana]

When the woman turned she knew for certain: it was her. The woman who had come to see her, Taylani, had tried to run away. She didn't understand why when not so long ago she'd been eager to bear two children as the price of her freedom. What had changed her mind? The healer didn't know but there were more important things to be dealing with. Surely Taylani would have been drenched if she'd been out in the storm, along with her "husband" who'd gone out in search of her but Waisana couldn't care less for that brute. She didn't care about him, he could take care of himself, but the woman before her was the one in real need of assistance.

"Yes it's me," she replied to the woman in Common, glancing towards the tent's entrance for fear that the man would appear. She didn't want him anywhere near either of them. Turning back to the captive, she explained the reason for her presence.

"I was told that someone had made a run for it and that a healer might be needed when they were retreived. I didn't think it would be you though. I thought...you would bear children, not run," the girl sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. She followed the woman into one of the sleeping areas, noticing her jolty gait but not being able to see a clear cause as of yet.

Once they were in the sleeping area, Taylani gestured for her to sit but Waisana shook her head, instead moving forward to feel the woman's clothes and skin. Her clothing was drenched and plastered to her. Her skin was frigid to the touch.

"Get out of those clothes now, Taylani. We need to get you dry and warm as quickly as possible do get out of them!" she hissed, moving to pull the captive's top off.

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[Fallan Windchaser]

With Taylani safely delivered to the tent, Fallan needed to deal with Stormdancer. There was no point in the continuing rain, especially with the next squall coming in to attempt to curry her or clean off the mud; that would have to wait until conditions were better.

For now he did what he could and walked her a circuitous route around the camp until she was cooled down and then took her into the paddock area that the family used and stripped off her gear. He led her to the covered area where there was water and gave her some grain while he checked over her legs and hooves, but all was well which was a blessing after the run back over slippery ground with a heavy load.

Back at the tent he slipped in and hearing voices from the area where their bedding was laid out still for in his rush he had left it to air, moved instead to where Skylar presided over the leatherworking gear. The straps and Yvas were wiped and lightly oiled with the mixture that Skylar prepared for the purpose and set aside to finish drying along with the seat pad.

With that done and being unwilling to as yet interrupt the healer, and she could be no one else for he didn't recognise the voice, there being no real privacy in a Pavilion aside from that which was created in peoples minds, he moved over to where the fire was. It was something of a blessing that it was still lit, though it was hardly more than a few coals sitting in a brazier. Clearly the Pavilion was staying put at least for the day, which was no more than he'd expected. Stripping off his wet top he wrung it out and set some water to heat.

[Taylani]

Taylani was holding herself together with every last thread of her stubbornness, afraid of what would happen if she loosed that last tattered shred of control. She knew well the lack of privacy, and still was unsure of where the rest of his family was located. She mulled over Waisana's words, trying to judge what to tell the healer and what not to for a moment. So long that the healer was already near her and then touching her shoulder. When the younger girl spoke again and then actually tried to begin to disrobe Taylani, the surprised dancer instinctively pushed at the girls hands and tried to take a step back. Unfortunately being predominantly right oriented it was with the right foot, causing her to inhale and wobble but not fall.

"I will do it myself." Taylani said tightly, not in annoyance because even though the other was a Drykas, Taylani felt like a bit of a kindred spirit. Her fingers raise to the row of buttons, shaking though not really from the cold. As she struggled with the fastens she spoke, keeping her voice down. "I was. I was going to give him children no matter the price to me." Finally the last button slipped from its loop and Taylani peels off the dress with only a little bit of hesitation. Beneath are simple undergarments, white shift and white bottoms, that while wet were at least protected from the mud grass and wind damage that ruined her outer garment.

Before letting the sodden dress fall to the ground she raises it, careful to use the inside that isn't muddy to wipe her face, trying to remove the smears of dirt..and perhaps to try and hide the tears. Without the rain it would be more difficult to hide the wet streaks that mar her cheeks. Without the rain plastered dress, Taylani was a little surprised to find she did not feel any more chill then with it on showing the proof that the wet material had been leeching her body warmth.

Without the usual grace that marks her movements, the red head sits awkwardly down, weariness flooding into her limbs. Her pack, also wet but leather so hopefully the contents inside were protected was laid next to her but her attention goes now to trying to remove the leather boot from her right foot gingerly. "I might have been able to walk away from him. Leave my children with him. Except," Her breath hitches in her chest almost giving a little hiccup. "When I realized that I carried his child, and then seeing how you and ..and other Drykas women were treated..I can't leave girl children..I just can't.."

[Waisana]

The healer took a step back and raised her hands to show that she had meant no offence as the woman undressed. Her undergarments were simple cotton and would probably have been wet as well. She could understand that the woman would want to keep some dignity but it was important that all her wet clothing was removed to make sure she was dried properly.

"Taylani...perhaps you could do with a change of undergarments as well," she suggested, trying to put the order as delicately as possible while she watched the captive's movements closely. She wasn't as graceful as she'd been before, her movements more awkward. She'd noticed it earlier but she hadn't been able to pinpoint the cause. Now she could see that there was something wrong with her right foot.

Kneeling beside her, Waisana helped her remove her boot as carefully as possible. The foot was swollen and she felt it with gentle fingers. There was nothing broken, probably just a sprain but she couldn't be sure. She'd only been half-listening to the woman as she checked her but her head shot up at the mention of a child. She sucked in a shocked breath and stared at her.

"You're pregnant?" she gasped, her voice probably louder than it needed to be. She clapped a hand over her mouth and glanced at the partition anxiously.

OOCWhoops!

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[Taylani]

Taylani was too preoccupied with the ordeal of the evening and the possibilities of what was to come weighed on her heavily to be bothered by Waisana's suggestion of her undergarments. It was not as if the wet white cloth was doing much to guard her sense of propriety as clingy as it was. She was just more worried about the boot on her foot then those.

However with Waisana's help to remove the offending shoe Taylani obediently, if slightly dazedly reaches for her pack, opened and was relieved to find that the garments inside were not so thoroughly saturated. Instead they were mildly damp on the top, but beneath the top layer they were dry. First came the shift, pulling it up and off in one smooth movement, one arm instantly moving to cover her small breasts while the other worried the fresh shift open and in front so that she could use both arms and still remain, mostly covered.

All the while she was doing this, she winced only once or twice, and issued a soft grunt once while Waisana poked and prodded her ankle. Later she might worry about the damage, but for now that again is the one of the many worries that are pushed aside by the encompassing worry about what Fallan was going to do. She dragged her comb from her pack to start viciously attacking the snarls in her hair, wondering if this night could get worse. Then Waisana spoke, and Taylani stopped mid stroke, one hunk of hair caught in her hand, her blue eyes wide with fear. "Shhhhh!" She hisses, her body tensing as she looked toward the partition worriedly. "He doesn't know that. And he can't know that." This was issued in a harsh whisper, "At least..not yet."

With a shudder she begins to work at her snarls again, her eyes still fixed upon the partition, her words whispered still. "I can't go. I won't ever be able to go. He knew Waisana." She finally looked back at the healer, "In this storm he managed to find me. How did he do that? Was it luck, or do the gods really conspire against me? And I can't leave my children here without.." She stopped, because she wasn't sure how she thought she would be able to protect her children from what she thought was normal in Endrykas culture.

[Waisana]

Waisana shook her head frantically as if that would show how sorry she was. She'd just been so taken aback that it had just slipped out. The young healer mumbled an apology as she focused her attention on the woman's foot. She took Taylani's wet dress, folded it and wrapped it around her swollen foot as it was the coldest thing at hand to bring down the swelling.

Her head shot up at the mention of him knowing where Taylani had been. Surely she would have known. Surely he wouldn't have let her think there was a chance to escape and let her risk her life to find out her "husband" was inescapable.

"That petching bastard! That sneaky little- He didn't tell you, did he? You've been tied into the Web, you can be tracked anywhere you go. I can't believe he'd let you think escape was possible! He could have got you killed!" the teen moaned, putting her face in her hands. How could anyone be that stupid, or that cruel? She didn't know which it was but she certainly wanted to give this man a piece of her mind.

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[Fallan Windchaser]

By the fire the water was heating nicely and with his top laid aside to dry Fallan was starting to feel warmer for all that his breeches were still soaked and his toes were cold.

The conversation between Tay and the healer was partly audible for the Pavilion wasn't huge but he the filtered the noise out in the way that all people did in crowded spaces with the words blurring into the background noise. It didn't mean if course that the words weren't heard just that he wasn't listening to them. Some things though would make their impression even if the words weren't actively heard.

Fallan had been shifting the pot on the fire and water spilled hissing into the coals. He sat back and sucked on his slightly burned finger and tried to decide if he'd heard correctly. Had the woman said what he'd thought? And of so what had she meant? He couldn't be sure exactly what had been meant as he'd only half heard the words.

He frowned and considered his actions. He wasn't sure that confrontation was the answer for if if was true then it could only mean that it had been hidden. He knew also the risks of pregnancy. Better to wait he thought and see what clues there were to be had and to watch for signs of confirmation or otherwise.