Completed Heal the Wounds (Azira)

[Syveris]

As soon as Azira had chosen the location, Syveris began to walk more firmly. She was excited, to be able to just sit and talk with a friend. Had she ever done that, except with Virat? Probably not. She would have started humming to herself, but Azira asked her something. Well, it wasn't exactly a question, but it didn't matter.

Syveris blushed a little. Yeah, she remembered a lot. Almost everything. Well, she thought it was almost everything. It was mostly flashes of unconnected memories, that later, when the effect of the alcohol had already gone away, she put together to form a very faint picture of the night. The Avora sighed. She really, really should refrain from drinking the next time she went to the Inclement Weather. Not that this next time would be anytime soon.

"Well, I remember some things. I guess I can place together almost everything that went that night, but I can't really be sure." she bit her lips, thinking. Every time she remembered the day, or tried to, a small headache appeared. It was annoying. "Let me see... I remember calling you to the Inclement Weather, and drinking that terrible drink. Then I went dancing, for some reason, and I don't think you went with me." she blushed again. "Sorry about that, by the way. I shouldn't have left you alone on your birthday. Well, you were with Narrin, but you know what I mean. His name was Narrin, right?" or was it Larrin? Sure, this were all really odd names, but the guy was a mixed blood, or an outsider, so who knows? "And then, I remember some stupid Chiet bothering me, and throwing something in my face. And then I was out of the Inclement, and we went to my room. I think?" the Avora grumbled. She had waken up on her room, so it was the logical conclusion. She hated not to remember.

Looking at Azira, Syveris saw the woman was uncomfortable. Frowning, she asked. "Why? Is there something that you specifically want me to remember?" it was easier that way. If Azira told her what she wanted Syveris to remember, then the Avora might try to force her memory, and see if she had forgotten it or not.

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[Azira]

Her question made Syveris blush. That was a bad sign as far as Azira was concerned. The woman obviously had some sort of recollection to feel embarrassed about. Her friend began to list what she remembered of the night. As she went through everything in chronological order, the huntress became more and more tense as they drew closer to the time that she wanted to hear about. She automatically corrected the glass worker's name for the hunter. She wasn't sure if the other noticed the correction at all.

When they reached the going back to the room part of the story, Azira waited with bated breath to see what Syveris would say but she hardly said anything. She wondered if the woman honestly couldn't remember or if she was editing for the benefit of the huntress. The not knowing part worried her a bit.

"I see. Well you do remember a fair bit I suppose if a little simplified. Have you any memory of myself and Marrin walking you to your room? You were drugged and drunk so we couldn't leave you to get to your room alone? You don't remember that do you? I'm just curious about whether or not we recall it a little... differently," she explained slowly, carefully choosing her words. There was no way that the glass worker could work out what Azira was referring to just from what she'd said. If she didn't remember it then she didn't remember it.

She watched the other young woman's face closely, searching for any reaction. If the girl blushed then she'd know that she had recalled the moment in question, no matter what she might possibly say. If the girl did remember but she lied then the huntress wouldn't know what to make of the whole situation. Syveris wouldn't lie though, surely.

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[Syveris]

Yeah, Marrin. Well, she had gotten it similar enough. But this was obviously not the part that was worrying the huntress, so Syveris waited for her to ask. However, when she did, she wasn't nearly as direct as Syveris wanted her to be. The Avora still didn't have the slightest idea of what Azira was asking her, and it just made her become even more confused. She had little to no recollection of the events after she left the Inclement, and had just supposed she went to her room because, well, she had waken up on it. The Avora was so confused by the weird question that she barely registered what Azira had said about her condition.

"Azira, I don't understand." she felt a little stupid, but it was the truth. "I don't remember much of the way to my room, only some flashes, but..." sighing, she stopped walking, and turned to Azira. "Look, what did I do? Because it's very clear that I did something I just..." Syveris face turned into a look of horror, as she comprehended the full words of the huntress.

She had been quite drunk and drugged, that she remembered, if for nothing more than the illness like feeling that was still imprinted in her memory. Syveris had little understanding of the drugs that went around the Inclement Weather, but she knew quite a few of them weren't as harmless as some would want to believe.

"Azira..." she gulped, feeling her face heat again. "You said I was drugged. With what? What did I do? It wasn't... Did I do something troublesome? Did I hit you again?" she remembered that the last time she had gotten drunk, she had hit a man. Maybe Syveris had hit Azira once again, and the huntress was hurt by it. But then, why didn't she just said so from the beginning. "Azira, what did I do?" she asked again. The huntress had to answer. Not knowing would only make the Avora create fantasies in her head that would probably just be worse than reality. Or at least she hoped so.

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[Azira]

   

It was clear that Syveris had nod idea what the huntress was asking her. There was no attempt at deceit, no attempt to hide the truth, no, she was just confused. Her recollections were hazy and perhaps it was for the best if she didn't push it. Maybe it was better to just leave the glass worker ignorant of what she'd done. Now, however it was too late as her friend seemed to have thought the worst of that night and assumed she'd done something terrible. Azira shook her head frantically, trying to communicate that this wasn't the case but she'd already stirred the pot and had to deal with the consequences.

"Syveris, just relax, or at least try to. Don't worry I was just asking, okay? I don't know what you were drugged with, you didn't tell me what it did so there's no way that I can know," she told her friend hurriedly, hoping to quench the horror and panic clearly bothering her friend. "You didn't hit anyone or get in any fights, trust me on that, okay?"

Her words hadn't helped in the slightest, she could see that but the young woman didn't want to tell her what she'd done. It was clear that the incident bothered her and if she told the glass worker then she'd put two and two together and realise that she had feelings for Marrin. She didn't want anyone to know that, not even her friend but she clearly had no choice in the matter. Her friend was only going to keep pressing her for answers and getting more and more hysterical. It'd just have to come out.

"You'd been acting... strange when we were walking you to your room. I mean like... you want to petch everyone who passed you, it was weird. Then I don't know we got to your room and Marrin was bringing you to the door and you... threw yourself at him, kissing him and I don't know, I thought you might remember," she finished lamely, her cheeks blazing with embarrassment.

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[Syveris]

Azira assured her that she hadn't hit anyone, but then, that only meant it was something else, and not knowing was driving her crazy. Syveris was beginning to get desperate, and she was ready to ask again when, thankfully, the huntress told her.

For a moment, Syveris only stared at her friend, unsure about what to think or say. The Avora was sure that she wouldn't be trying to... yeah, with everyone she saw. It was simply not possible! And yet, it was a joke too cruel, and Syveris trusted Azira. The huntress wouldn't lie about it.

What the petch had been the drug they threw on her face? Syveris felt her face warm, and she was feeling sick with all the embarrassment. She wanted to only deny it and laugh it off, and yet, she believed her friend. But this didn't mean she liked it. Her face was probably redder than it ever had been before.

"I did what?" the words came in a shriek, and she had to clean her throat before continuing. "I'm so sorry, Azira! I don't know... I kissed him? I'm sorry! I don't even... I... Gods!" Syveris just gave up on trying to be eloquent, and hid her face into her hands. Why the petch would she have kissed Marrin? The man was a complete stranger, and Syveris didn't even like kissing! She had done that once, and it had been terrible, so why did she kissed Marrin? Her mind was racing, and she was just more confused how than before. "I'm sorry, Azira! I mean, I didn't... I don't know what got into me, it was stupid! And I don't even like him! I wouldn't ever dream to get in the way!"

She was babbling again, but Syveris really couldn't stop. She had kissed the boy Azira liked. Or at least, the Avora thought the huntress liked him. The embarrassment the other was feeling and her trying to know so hard if Syveris remembered seemed to prove it, but the Avora couldn't be sure.

Really, what the petch did that drug do to her?

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[Azira]

   

It was clear that Syveris didn't believe her. No, that wasn't true, she just didn't want to believe what Azira had told her. It was written all over the young woman's face, the disbelief, the horror, disgust even. The huntress bit her lip feeling worried now. She hadn't want to throw it at her friend, how she'd behaved that night, but she had no choice with the glass worker pestering her. She'd obviously been blissfully unaware and the teen should have left her to her ignorance. It had been selfish of her to push her friend so.

Her fears that the other girl would realise Azira's attraction to Marrin were well founded. She was apologising to her for her actions, not just lamenting what she had done but also what she'd done to the huntress. Surely her feelings weren't that obvious? But perhaps she'd done something, said something to make her realise it. There was no way that she could misinterpret those words, especially when Syveris said that she wouldn't get in the way.

The young woman looked away, her cheeks beginning to blaze the same as her friend's. How had she been so stupid as to ask that? Shyke for brains, she thought angrily at herself, knowing that that was a very accurate answer. She was a complete petching idiot.

"Don't apologise to me, Syveris. You've no reason to. If anyone should apologise it ought to be me for dredging up something that you didn't even remember. There's no reason to be sorry, you didn't... do anything to me," she tried to reassure her friend. The last part was such a lie. It had made her heart wrench to see it, had made her want to claw her friend's face in jealous rage. At the same time, she'd wanted to sink to the floor and never get up again. Yes, saying that Syveris had done nothing to her was a great fat lie.

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[Syveris]

Syveris shook her head, biting her lip. She hated it. It was obvious that Azira had been bothered. After all, if it had been the other way around, Syveris would have felt sad. Angry, jealous... Betrayed. It hadn't been on purpose, of course. The Avora wouldn't ever do something like that on purpose, but she had done it anyway, and it had clearly hurt her friend. In fact, she wondered why Azira was talking with her at all, now. The huntress really was nice...

"Don't lie, Azira..." she wasn't accusing, only asking the huntress for a favor. Even if the other would say that, yes, she had been really hurt, at least they could try to talk about it. Syveris was sad at herself, for doing something like this. She should have more control. "I'm sorry about what I did, even if I didn't do it on purpose... And don't be sorry, either. The truth is always better. And at least, now I know what I have done."

The Avora began to walk again, not knowing what to say or feel. It was hard enough to face that she had been so affected by... By the alcohol, the drug, or whatever it had been. She didn't care. What she cared about was what she had done. Looking down, Syveris felt herself blush again. Things never worked out when she drunk, did they? The Avora sighed, restraining herself so she wouldn't kick the wall. More self-control. If she ever returned to the Inclement Weather, she wouldn't drink ever again. It didn't matter that if it was someone's birthday or if the drink was free. The last thing she wanted was to loose her mind again.

"I shouldn't have drunk, I'm really sorry." repeating that again and again wouldn't change anything, and yet, Syveris couldn't stop saying it. She wanted to hit herself in the head. She wished she could go back in time, but that was rather impossible.

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[Azira]

No she shouldn't lie that was true but how could she not? The teen could barely deal with the truth herself, had tried to lie to herself on a number of occasions about liking Marrin so why would she tell the truth to another? If she couldn't fully admit it to herself then how could she possibly admit it to her friend? Instead of lying again however, she just kept her mouth shut, refusing to give the girl any evidence that she was right about Azira's feelings.

The glass worker was still intent on apologising for her actions and presumably the pain she'd caused Azira. The huntress let her, allowing the genuine remorse wash over her and tried to use it to prove to herself that the kiss had meant nothing, that her friend had no interest in Marrin. How could she have been so stupid as to think there could be anything between the pair? They'd only just met and had hardly had anything to do with each other so the idea that Syveris could have developed any interest in the young hunter was absolutely ludicrous. Paranoia was not a good feeling to have in this sort of situation and so she decided to just trust the other girl.

"It's all right, Syveris. Honestly. You aren't the first person to let drink go to their heads and it isn't like you caused any real harm. I may have invented a new phrase though for what you were doing that night. Let's put it this way, if looks could petch that would be the way you looked at everybody," she explained, trying to laugh off the whole thing as a humorous occurrence. She didn't know if her friend would see the funny side so she pressed on.

"I never would have allowed you to do anything really stupid, you know that right?" she asked anxiously, biting her lip as she waited for an answer.

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[Syveris]

The huntress didn't seem to want to comment on the Marrin subject anymore, but that was perfectly fine. Syveris couldn't say she was eager to discuss it either. It was really unlike her, this whole behavior, and she wished she could believe she hadn't really done anything. However, there was no way she could doubt Azira, specially since the other was just as uncomfortable as her.

After she had finished apologizing, Azira tried to calm her down. She tried to make the whole thing funny, and Syveris gave her a sad smile. It wasn't funny, not at all. Actually, things were far from funny. But she appreciated her friend's effort to try to laugh it off. The Avora tried to think if she could turn the whole thing as a joke, as a normal occurrence, like Azira had said, but just the thought of it made her flinch.

But then the huntress kept talking, and she seemed unsure about something. Syveris frowned, and then smiled, this time a much more honest smile.

"Of course I know. I'm sorry, I didn't think of it that way... I was just a little surprised." well, she was very surprised, but that wasn't important. Azira was right, she should trust the other. Suddenly, Syveris felt more relaxed. Of course, she had still kissed Marrin in front of the huntress, and that was something really stupid to her, but at least she hadn't done other... stupid things. She could easily trust Azira on that. "Thanks." why was she thanking the other, she didn't know. Maybe it was for not letting her do anything too terrible, or maybe it was just for being her friend.

They reached the Darniva Commonrooms, and Syveris walked slightly faster to lead the way to her room. When they reached the right door, the Avora opened it, motioning inside.

"Just make yourself comfortable. You can sit on the chair, or the couch or the bed, or... Well, anywhere, actually." she entered the room, looking around. It was mostly organized. For her, anyway. The bed was in the opposite corner of the couch, and the chairs were in the center, where the table should be. It was, however, on the far corner of the room, with the crate above it. The book she borrowed and her journal were on top of one of the chairs, and Syveris stored them in her chest, to allow Azira to sit whatever she wanted. "So... Yeah. Make yourself comfortable."

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[Azira]

The subject had turned from Marrin yet it was still something that she thought about, something that played on her mind and seemed to create tension between the pair. Azira wasn't sure if it was real, wasn't sure if Syveris could sense it too or whether it was some product of her imagination. Even though the girl hasn't meant to do it, things seemed changed between them. The huntress wouldn't be able to see her friend in the same light again.

Her joke didn't come across as very funny, even to her so she was worried that the glassworker would get annoyed instead. Syveris didn't comment on it however, simply reassuring Azira that she had never thought the huntress would allow her to make a fool of herself. Her smile seemed genuine and her thanks sincere so the teen allowed herself to breathe easy. The glassworker trusted her to look out for her and that was something. She'd have to learn to trust her where Marrin was concerned too and stop being so paranoid.

There was no more conversation between the two as Syveris led the way to her room, speeding up a little so that she was ahead of the huntress. The girl ushered her into the room, awkwardly explaining that she could sit wherever she wanted in the small room. The young woman paused in the doorway surveying her options as the young woman tidied things up. The chairs seemed a little out of place without a table and it would be strange to sit there so she decided on the couch instead.

The Avora went to cross to it but made a beeline for the crate instead, finding it sitting on the table which was shoved in the corner. She peered into it to find the egg nestled in bits of blankets. She frowned down at it trying to decide what to make of it.

"So this is your egg that you keep going on about," she commented, gazing down at it curiously.

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