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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

I Need Your Help

Postby Merevaika on January 17th, 2016, 10:58 am

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Merevaika stumbled out of the caverns, dog limping behind her. There was a narrow ledge leading alongside the cliff face: her only escape. She pressed herself against the stone, shivering in the pouring rain. It smashed against her, Merevaika almost certain that she would once again be caught by the waves - this time dragged to her death in the depths of the darkness. The dog followed slowly behind her, nose pressed against Merevaika's injured leg.

Slowly, she shuffled up, resting on just one leg. There were moments when she looked down, already overcome with dizziness from a mixture of food poisoning, lack of fresh water to drink, hunger and exhaustion. Those moments she watched the waves move up to catch her fall; in those moments she found her nails digging into Semele's flesh, becoming black with soil. She had to keep staring at the stone and earth - a false step, a wrongly directed glance, could mean her death.

The ledge was a good distance most the way, until she reached a large section where the ground had been torn up by the raging storm, a section unable to traverse, Merevaika feeling all hope of escape vanish with a single view.

The dog behind her barked, hurrying back towards a small cave face. Merevaika watched her go, unable to follow her as quickly as the dog ran. Soon, any sign of the dog was gone, Merevaika stopping at the mouth of the cave to try steady herself.

The paths came to mind and while she had told herself she would wait until she was better, her hunger for the magic seemed uncontrollable. Merevaika closed her eyes, summoning up her strength and concentrating hard. When she opened them again: nothing. Merevaika tried again and again, struggling hard. No, this couldn't happen, no.

Finally, something clicked, her eyes beginning to burn with the magic. Less so than before, thankfully, and she could see the red-green trail the dog had left a chime before. Merevaika rested against the wall, hopping along it as she traced the path. Her feet slipped into deep sections and shallow sections, each time Merevaika unaware of the change until it happened. Each time she slipped and fell, soaking herself even more.

But each time she rose, following the trail until she found the dog again, waiting at another opening at the cliff face. This one, however, had no ledge or path, but only the cliff face, which the dog was now expecting her to climb.

Casting the vision away came a lot quicker, soon returning to the normal, limited sight. She could see the cracks and crevices that she would be able to scale, but with this dog and her injured leg, she didn't know if she could make the journey. She had to though.

Merevaika stepped with her strong leg, hooking it in a crevice just wide enough for it. That foot firmly in place, she moved her arms to follow, grasping out at the lumps on the cliff. Her hands managed to find something, so she swung the strained leg in place, pushing that too into the crack with a fit of pain.

Then she reached out towards the dog, snatching her up best she could without falling, and placing her above her, pushing the dog up so she could find something to sit on. There was a ledge the dog eventually found, scrambling up and perching on it uncomfortably.

Merevaika turned to herself, bringing her weight to her arms as she dragged the stronger leg up, finding a firm jutting to rest it on. Using that muscle, she pulled herself up, fighting heavy rain and exhaustion. Her weaker leg moved to join it, then she continued the process, spotting the top of the cliff perhaps a few more times of that away. Once up, she would be able to reach the dog and pull her up to safety too. Once up.

Her right hand felt around in the rain for something to hold. She found a crevice, wedging that hand there while the other reached even higher, pushing on her strong leg. It seemed to grasp something, but as Merevaika transferred her weight to her hands, it gave way, falling into the sea. The woman grasped out wildly, finding something else to catch herself on.

She took a few moments to catch her breath, trying not to look down. Then she continued, careful to test everything in case it couldn't hold her weight. Eventually, she reached the top, pulling herself over. Her whole body was shaken but she couldn't tell whether it was the cold or the hard work.

Remembering the dog, she rolled over, wriggling towards the edge of the cliff again. Her arm reached over, catching a handful of fur and grasping the dog tight, pulling her up behind her. The two crawled away from the edge, before lying in the mud, injured and exhausted. Darkness came to them quickly.

oocAnd cue Amunet! Merevaika's strider would be around the cliff as well, if you wanted to stumble across him. He wouldn't be very friendly though.

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Postby Amunet on January 17th, 2016, 3:23 pm

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It was horrible no matter how you look at it. The death of a Drykas was no small thing, but the death of a child was even more profound. The little girl was far too damaged for her gift to help with. No amount of magic was going to save the child but it didn’t stop her from trying. She cried there as she closed the child’s eyes and prayed that she is taken into the web and reborn. The young healer was vaguely aware of the calamity this caused as she was getting her emotions under control. Blame was placed on the woman who’s care the child was in and next thing Amunet knew was she took off. A band of Drykas men took off after her in hot pursuit.

She stood there numb and trying to make sense of the chaos around her as the silence fell like a deadfall hitting the ground. After the distant hooves pursuing could not be heard, the red head went back to the tent to tend to any remaining wounded. It helped. The work always helped as it allowed her mind to deal with the situation in little bits. It was pouring. Zulrav had opened the gates of water in the sky and let it pour down like a waterfall. The quiet this produced also helped. The inner cogs of that complicated mind turned things in different directions to look at them in different ways. She saw the pursuers return with nothing. She looked into the darkened wake of their return trying to peer through the sheet of rain and darkness for some sign.

She went to the pursuers to see if any of them needed attention. The angry faces turned to her and one of them had to hold himself back as this was the healer. “We lost her but hopefully she will fall off the cliffs. “

“Cliffs? “ She asked. So the woman headed to the coast.

He nodded. “She is exiled. We can not suffer such a person that can kill a child.” He said with venom on his breath.

The Hymnal caverns were in that direction. There was also any number of caves riddled in the innumerable crevices along the cliff face. The various fishing trips and rides to gather useful herbs and other ingredients for filters. The shellfish and other tasty treats where not to be missed either. There were certain pigments one could get from seagrass, octopus ink, spins off of certain fish could be used as needles and other useful things. She packed up her horse and her little brother to head towards her camp. Something bothered her about this whole thing. A lone Drykas cannot make it out there alone. There was this urge she felt. The urge was getting stronger. Amunet was not one to ignore a nudge from the Gods much less her Goddess.

She packed her wool blankets, cloths, bandages, her kit, herbs and medicines. She packed cheese, dried meat and a few provisions with her traveling pot. It was likes he was either going on a foraging trip or going to an outlying pavilion to birth a baby that sometimes took a couple of days. She settled her brother with the nearby Whipmane Pavilion as they understand this periodic thing of hers needing to go take care of their people that lived not within the reach of Endrykas. That was her nature. Her little brother, Drak, didn’t like it but he tried not to make a scene. They have had it rough this season. The Whipmanes were gracious and soon the boy was taken in to help one of their own with tanning a hide. It was familiar for him and it was something to do.

Amunet took that chance to leave and mounted her strider. Her hunting dog and hunting cat were flanking her. Leia complained of the wet and rain with a glare at her owner now and again. The light gold fur of the dog was soon coated with mud. First thing was she headed towards stardown where the race started, where the tents were set up. She had inquired of her name saying it was for documentation purposes. There was little hesitation that they provided the girl’s name, Merevaika. They freely spoke of her in derision and with little hope of redemption. The Drykas could be a stubborn people as family was very important. It was not unlike the strider herds in how they protect and care for their young. She started down the path where they pursued her. The red head hoped to find some kind of object. Lately, it worked best with an object that the person had.

It she referred to was this strange magic she had. She didn’t understand it fully and she didn’t know what it was but it seemed to find things, well people. With some experimentation, it seemed to work best when she had an object the person held. The longer the person had the object the better. She road carefully looking at the soggy ground making visibility near impossible and objects blend into the mud. She road into the night towards Hymnal Caverns carefully looking for something dropped. It was daybreak a she could hear the water crashing the cliffs in the distance as the still silent of dawn brightened the wet trio.

She closed her eyes as she thought of only the name of the person. It was all she had. Centering herself and breathing deeply and slowly three times before opening her eyes and focusing on the name. The sunbursts flared as she saw the broken ribbon swirl in a bundle and sparkle. Her brow furrowed to push at it to make sense. Like a sniffing dog circling, the bunched up broken ribbons straightened out and started showing a meandering crooked path of broken pieces and sparkles here and there. She relaxed her vision so she could ride heading towards the crooked craggy path that it took her on. How did this girl get all the way here?

This was soon answered as the silhouette of a Strider greeted her approach. Amunet dismounted Shetanae as she wanted to check to see if the Strider was hurt. He still had an yvas on. Leia valiantly tried to clean herself as impossible as it was going to be to get the mud off of her. She was a bit prissy like that. Camile just stood panting looking for a decent spot to sit. Her owner moved towards the stallion slowly and carefully. “Easy Boy, where is your rider?” She asked and signed in Pavi. The stallion put his ears back and squealed at the little red head lunging at her. Shetanae was right there as she collided into the young stallion. The mare was sixteen hands and well muscled. The stallion did not expect this as he backed off. The mare was squealing and baring her teeth, neck extended out waiting for him to do something stupid. He lifted his head up and backed up a bit more. Satisfied, the mare lifted her head but not without a glare and lay back of the ears towards the upstart stallion.

Amunet settled back as she was usually good with people and animals. Something had the Strider anxious and worried. “Easy Boy, im here to help. “ He was unsure and not steady. He backed away. His movements proved he was not injured but he was unsettled to say the least. “Ok, I wont touch you but I need to find your rider.” The horse looked over towards the cliff.

She didn’t take a nose dive did she? The red head went to the cliff keeping a respectful distance of the stallion. Shetanae gave him more than one warning and it was clear that she was not playing. Her dog and cat came to the cliff as the dawn’s light was on the cliff face. It didn’t appear to be any bodies down there. The urge was still there. If the urge was still there, that meant she was still alive. The urge was stronger now so she took that as a sign she was close. She closed her eyes again to recenter herself. She let the breeze and the dawns light relax her a moment as she took three deep breaths and long exhales before opening her eyes and focusing. She focused on the name as the ribbon appeared a little more solid. Maybe she was closer than she thought.

She got onto her horse as she moved with the trail as it took her on a route that wound into narrow rocky ledges that her mare couldn’t follow. “Its ok Shetanae, just stay there. “ Her cat and the silkena hound followed her as she wound her way to where the path way opened up a little wider revealing a cave of sorts. There on the ground was a body. There close to her was a dog. He growled and Camile growled also. Leia hissed. “Easy, easy. Im here to help. “ There was something different with the dog. She wasn’t sure but then she was distracted with getting close to the still form. “Easy there “ Her hand was out a she moved slowly and carefully. Rather the dog sensed she was a healer or not he seemed to let her close to the prone form as she knelt there to check for a pulse. A long exhale of air was expressed at the relief that she was alive. It had stopped raining. “Alright let’s get you more in the cave. “ She spoke to the body. She saw the dog was not in great shape as it was but she was awake and not wanting to leave her side. “Well anyone that garnishes the trust of a dog can’t be all that bad.” There was definitely more to this picture that it seemed.

When you move a body that isn’t cooperative, such as this one with dead weight you get creative. She got her stout little body up and under her form and lifted with her legs carrying her fireman style towards the cave. She moved very slowly and bent down with her legs no matter how much it burned to lay her down carefully in the dry interior of the cave. She went to move the dog. After lifting the human, the dog was no sweat. She caught her breath and went up the trail to get her kit, water, blankets. It was what she needed now. She needed a fire but she also needed to tend to the worst of it now.

She wrapped the dog up in one blanket before putting a good wool blanket over Merevaika. “You managed to get yourself into quite the pickle. “ The red head lit the lantern so she had something to see by. As she got fresh water out to pour over the thigh wound. It was showing signs of infection and as pale as she was it was hard to tell if it was from fever, blood loss or something else. One hand was on the wound and the other hand was on the girl’s face. The mark blazed as the sigil shimmered. Impurities and infection would melt away, the shallow parts of her wound would heal up, her food poisoning would be mitigated. The Healer took a deep breath in and exhaled as she saw what was left.

She began treatment of the now healthy flesh of the wound pouring a bit of witch hazel on it. The little woman had to cut away her pants from that area in order to deal with it properly. Tumeric was sprinkled into the wound before she wrapped it in clean bandages.

(( OOC: the urge is the compulsion that those with the Healing Gnosis get. Not that Amunet needs any help with wanting to help people, but it is kind of a life detector in a morbid way.))
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Postby Merevaika on January 17th, 2016, 4:16 pm

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Merevaika had no dreams that time. Feverish nightmares didn't come and her sleep was peaceful, still and black, a little like death. While she slept, something happened to her. Her body healed, infection and poison leaving peacefully. She felt renewed and more alive, ready to wake.

And so she did, rolling under the wool blanket as she kept her eyes closed, holding on to the last wisps of rest. She was warm and well and didn't want to open her eyes and lose this dream. When she did open them, she was greeted by the sight of stone, all around her. No. She couldn't still be in a cave. She had escaped, she remembered escaping. Merevaika looked around, wondering if she had dreamt the dog as well. No, she lay peacefully beside her wrapped in blankets.

Blankets. Merevaika didn't ever have a blanket, especially not a dry one. It was all dry, no longer lying in the pools of the cave. The woman burst up terrified, eyes mad with fear. Her hand moved to where her pants had been cut to leave the wound ready for treatment, stinging a little but wrapped in clean bandages.

She looked around again, this time spotting her saviour. The fiery haired woman that had been there at the race, that had tried to help Vaikar as he gasped for his last breaths. She had seen Merevaika kill him, yet had gone out of her way to go help the woman and heal her back to life. Merevaika had been exiled. She was no longer considered a member of the Drykas by many. Yet one had decided to help her anyway.

Why? It was the only question that revolved around Merevaika's head, the woman eager to ask. She looked up at her, staring straight at her sky blue eyes with a confused expression. Sunbursts were all she could see. Sunbursts like the dog beside her had. Sunbursts... Azmere had had them too, the man she had hunted wolves with.

But she had never seen them before. What were these things, why did they have them? A splitting pain came over her, Merevaika closing her eyes still picturing the sunbursts. When she opened them, she could see the faint trails winding around the cave, criss-crossing and tangling among each other. Her own sunbursts, still unknown to her, where glowing fiercely. What was this magic?

Merevaika brought her hands to her face, calling the magic away as best as she could. "Why?" she asked, her voice steady but body shaking, "Why? Why did you come help me? Why do I see these sunbursts everywhere, why do I see these paths?" Merevaika pulled the blanket around her like a cloak, slowly rising to her feet. Her leg had been healed, not fully, but much better than before. She could stand easily and walk easily. Merevaika hobbled towards the mouth of the cave, taking deep breaths as she did so. The dog followed after her, limping slightly on the poorly bandaged leg. Both needed fresh air. They didn't care if it was raining.

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Postby Amunet on January 26th, 2016, 12:06 am

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Why was a very good question. It was a fair question. How do you explain tradition over faith. The young healer looked up to garnish a suitable answer from her goddess. Her head tilted to the side as an eyebrow raised. The breath came in and exhaled slowly.

“My loyalty is first to my goddess then to my people. They usually go hand in hand. Rak’keli beckoned my hand. “ The girl answered as well as she could.

When the Merevaika moved towards the entrance she reached out with a gentle hand. “You should rest more. I healed you mostly but the grace I have goes only so far. “ The little red head came towards them as she looked at the dog. “I need to take a look at the dog as well. Please come back to the warmth. “

She wanted answers and she didn’t blame her. When the dark haired exile asked about the sunbursts, that was a stumbling block. The girl leaned against the cave entrance. “I don’t know what it is.” Her brow furrowed deeply. “Took me a month or longer to be able to be in the light without it hurting badly. You don’t seem to suffer like that. “

She beckoned them back again. “Your strider is up there. He seemed fine though I couldn’t get very close to him. He’s worried about you.” The girl said as that naïve innocence came forward. The tiredness was also showing from the act of healing the serious wounds she had. It does take a toll a little. One thing that helped her through these times was food.

“Hey how about I get something to eat. “ She said brightly. She didn’t really wait for an answer as she darted up the path. Her little body made short work of the narrow passages. Her cat and dog was sitting or lying in locations in the cave as they were used to their owner’s antics. The hunting cat was half grown and still trying to get the mud off of her fur. The dog was interested in the other dog as she got up to sniff at the dog and check on her.

Amunet soon returned with more stuff from her yvas bag. “Shetanae is not pleased she can’t make it down here through the narrow parts. “ There came the little giggle as she was trying to brighten the mood. There was little to no fuel so dried fruit, cheese and dried meat it was then. “Here. “ The little hand reached out towards Mere with kind and compassionate expression that held in it the smile the hope of an entire world it seemed.
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Postby Merevaika on January 31st, 2016, 10:10 am

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The red head stopped her as she moved away, telling her to rest. Telling her that she needed to see to the dog, to come back to the warmth. Merevaika slowly listened, but the dog didn't, growling slightly at the woman's presence. The beast had been intelligent enough to realise that Merevaika had been her only way out of the cave. She had once been tame, but now, the true beauty shone through.

The sunbursts a mystery to the woman too, but then she said how Merevaika didn't seem to suffer like she did. Why would Merevaika suffer unless she had the sunbursts too? The woman scrambled at her belt, finding her knife and pulling it free. The action could have looked intimidating, but she didn't even notice, flailing the blade out loosely as she moved it to see the dull reflection of her face.

Two green eyes stared back, sunbursts in them. When did she get them? She hadn't had them before. Sometime during her time in the cave, when she gained the magic. Pieces slotted into place. The sunbursts were a sign of the magic. She had them, the dog had them, this woman had them - even Azmere had them. All of them had the magic. This concentration caused it to come forth, the swirling lines back again with a splitting pain in her head. She sunk a little to the ground, resting against the cave wall. It was painful, incredibly so.

At the mention of her strider, she fought the pain, looking up expectantly. "Eryunt? He waited for me? He didn't leave?" she murmured, wondering why the horse would choose to stay with a woman like her. She didn't care- she still had him. Merevaika tried to get up, to see him, but the headache stopped her.

The woman started darting away, returning with dried food which she handed to Merevaika. The woman seemed so happy, so cheerful, giggling and smiling as if there was nothing wrong. Merevaika took the food eagerly, tearing at it like a wild animal. She left the meat, ready to pass it to the beast of a dog.

She was growling, at the woman's own dog, wild animal coming through. Red eyes stared out at her, teeth bared and one leg, the injured leg, lifted into the air. Merevaika shot a stern look at her companion, "Control your dog," she ordered, passing the other dog the chunks of meat. The beast stepped over them, assuming a guarding position until the other dog proved less of a threat.

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Postby Amunet on February 6th, 2016, 1:34 pm

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The other dog she looked at closely. The dog had the sunbursts in the eyes. It wasn’t just a strange formation of coloration in the eyes as the sunbursts moved and gave a strange light to the eyes. The Healer’s quick mind put that in the complicated mind where she kept uncategorized pieces of information that didn’t make sense. This whole business with the sunburst, the strange sparkles, the strange ribbons was entirely uncategorized. Animals could have this too?

The red head smiled at the mention of her strider. “Yes and none too happy about the wait.” The girl relayed her experience with the stallion that was not very pleasant, but she also explained that the stallion was anxious and seemed to worry which accounts for unruly behavior. Of course it could be just the nature of the strider. “Striders are loyal like that. You have to do something predatory or something life threatening, dangerous to the herd for them to think their bond should be severed.” Short of death, there as little that broke the bond between a Drykas and a Strider. There were stories of horrible deeds to the fact, but she couldn’t imagine this woman ever doing those things. In her naïve mind she thought perhaps the woman was misjudged despite what appeared to be.

The quick agile mind turned back to the dog who was growling. The dog was feral but had managed to find trust in the dark haired woman. The Silkena hound was about as threatening as the rocks beneath their feet. The good natured little woman looked up at Merevaika with kind calm eyes. “Camile is not the one to worry about. Leia is a bit cranky.” The little finger pointed over to the irritated half grown hunting cat still trying to get mud off of her fur that growled now and then at the other dog and at Camile. “She is at a horrid growing period. Her adult teeth are coming in as I understand. “

As she spoke her voice was low and soft. The healing nature and positive energy was surrounding her as she called Camile to her and signed for her to sit. It was not that she wanted the dog to do the same, but to place Camile in a more submissive light. The sign to then lay down was given and the Silkena laid right beside the red head. The young medicine woman sat in a non-threatening light as she spoke softly, in a low pitch and calmly. “If you could please bring the dog to me, as this will take but a moment and the dog will be able to move around better.”

The dog trusted Mere and having her show trust would perhaps give the beast impetus to believe the same. The positive and nurturing energy around the young woman would continue. “I can see about building a fire if you need it.” The gold sunbursts shimmered in the promise of the gold they were giving those eyes a somewhat startling and piercing quality. Amunet was also about as threatening as the rocks beneath their feet.
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Postby Merevaika on February 9th, 2016, 8:59 pm

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Amunet spoke of Eryunt's nature. Ha! He had been a good boy with her - there were plenty of people he would kick down with a simple glance in his direction. He was large, fierce and beautiful, and he had stayed. She wanted to see him, but wasn't strong enough to make it out of the cave, not yet anyway. She felt sick through to her bone, this sickness coming out with violent vomiting, moments after the woman introduced the cat and dog.

Lack of water, good water, the illness and the strange fish she had eaten hadn't been good for her. The real food she had just eaten had sparked something, caused it all to come back out. The smell filled the cave, making her feel even worse, but there was nothing left in her stomach. Merevaika looked away, trying to take deep breaths. Why did it hurt so bad?

She inched over to the dog, which looked at her scared. Terrified. Merevaika held out a hand, but the red eyes stayed unmoving. Merevaika shook her head, light and faint.
"If you want to help, help her," Merevaika managed to say, "I can't help with that."

She shivered, finding the wool blanket and pulling it over herself. The dog growled and bared her teeth, but that was all. If Amunet approached her, she would have to be careful of a bite. While she looked and seemed harmless, this dog clearly didn't trust anything. The only reason she had helped Merevaika was because it was the only way the dog would live. Self-preserving, or so it seemed. Just like the Drykas.

At the mention of fire, Merevaika's eyes perked up, just a tiny bit, interested. Red sunbursts stared into the sunbursts as she made the signs for fire, yes. Then she clutched her stomach, feeling as if she was going to throw up again.

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Postby Amunet on February 14th, 2016, 3:54 pm

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Amunet watched Mere with a practiced eye. She needed a tea to settle her stomach. The dark haired woman needed a lot of things. The Healer found the woman curious though. She was gruff and a bit standoffish. The young red head was not sure why and didn’t ask. It was way none of her business and considering the actions of the people, it seemed a final straw as she noticed. Her quiet listening and watching of body language and gathering details had provided her with a lot of detail but no bridges. Mere was slowly filling those bridges. Amunet had gotten her through the worst of it and could have left right there, but the commonality of the sunbursts kept her there.

The curious girl had to know. “See what we can do.” She said as the dog hadn’t moved and still felt poorly and threatened. That was unusual considering that most animals responded to her healing nature positively. Her small stature usually did not offer any form of threat to most creatures and people. Actually she was used to being overlooked entirely which helped with listening to gather those details that never fit. Those details get catalouged till something comes up later. The woman’s memory was very good and lately almost eidetic. “It will take a couple of trips but hang on. It’s a gorgeous day. “ The little woman said positively and in a bright way. She meant every word of it, too. The girl had some endurance as she went up the narrow trail to her waiting mount to get her yvas bag and things she had brought. It did indeed take two trips. Amunet had untacked the yvas from her horse as shetanae went in search for something to eat. The horse knew were her companion was at so there was no concern there.

Once she returned she gave reassurances as she then darted to the cave and looked along the path and the way for deadfalls or dry drift wood. The girl looked under ledges and under the deadfalls to procure dry wood. The top part was still pretty wet. This may have taken a bell or so as she brought back an armload of wood. The little red head knelt down and used the rocks to make a containment area for the fire before laying smaller sticks to use with flint and steel to catch. It took a few strikes but the dry wood. In a half bell a fire was soon started and the woman would use her small pot to start boiling water. The woman’s yvas and pack was very neatly packed in small compartmentalized sections of pseudo kits. Those little arms and fingers did not stop moving. She paid Merevaika’s dog no mind the whole time hoping time and her kneeling quietly would help settle the dog. The fire soon would provide warmth.

Amunet settled on her heals as she closed her eyes and attempted to calm her mind. Animals liked calm, they didn’t like sudden movements. These impressions reached her as the compulsion to help the dog grew stronger. The girl nodded slowly as if listening to something. The girl scooted very slowly and very carefully. The sunbursts of hers looked at the red sunbursts of the dogs. If the dog was seeking anything threatening he may find kindness, compassion and the sense she had the ability to sooth it. Still the girl moved carefully and slowly. She scooted six inches to a foot towards the dog at a time. There was this lullaby she sings to her brother, a Drykas lullaby. The girl would very softly sing it in a slow melodic soft way.

Children of the wind
Lay down your sweet head
Don’t worry dear children
The winds are well met

Children of the wind
Zulrav lead the way
Don’t worry dear children
Zulrav come what may


Her voice had a silken sweet quality that provided an innocent overtone that spoke of such purity that held within those light sky blue eyes. The golden sunbursts shimmered like gold dust as she sang. Her hand went out towards the dog slowly, gently as she sung the lullaby. If allowed to her hand would lay ever so gently on the shoulder as the winged serpent sigil on the right side of her face danced like opals on her face providing a shimmer counter point to those gold sunbursts. It was a risk, but it wouldn’t be the first time she has gotten bit in one form or another.
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Postby Merevaika on February 17th, 2016, 6:43 pm

The woman seemed so positive and bright, words light, happy. She called the day gorgeous, didn't complain about Merevaika's request. She simply got on with it. Merevaika didn't understand why. That positivity was something she rarely had in her life. She was fuelled by needs and wants, fuelled by excitement, exhilaration or fear. Simply being positive like that was one thing that the woman didn't have. Not that she needed it.

It took a while for Amunet to finally make a fire, Merevaika shivering under her blanket the whole time, waiting to be served. The red head started a fire eventually, the flames rising and licking at the driftwood. Merevaika inched closer, holding her hands out towards the flames. They warmed her, the warmth she hadn't felt in so long, or it felt like that. In the caves, she had nothing to burn, nothing to start a fire with. It was all too wet, chilling her deep. The fire was a pleasant contrast.

A pot of water was put to boil, Amunet working hard. Merevaika did nothing to help - even if she had felt well enough to offer a hand, she wouldn't have. The red head did fine on her own and Merevaika needed the rest. The woman stared into the fire, then at the hair that looked like fire, watching the woman try to help the beast.

The dog looked at Merevaika for a tick, almost testing, before looking away. Her eyes turned to the other woman, the small one, watching her scoot nearer. Merevaika could hear her singing lightly under her breath, slow with a sweet voice. The beast didn't move, staring hard at the blue eyes. She seemed to know that this woman could see the trails she did, watching the sunbursts as they moved. Something about the situation calmed her, the dog still, watching.

Yet when she started reaching out, the dog growled. Her teeth glinted with the fire, moving to stand. When she reached the injured foot, she stumbled, sinking down to the ground. Amunet placed her hand on the dog's shoulder, winged serpent shimmering. Something seemed to happen, the beast start to relax and rise on her leg, stronger. She didn't growl when Amunet had finished, but still gave a warning glare. The beast still didn't trust anyone.

Merevaika blinked, ready with questions. "What day is it? Where's Endrykas? Are they looking for me?" Her last question was filled with scorn, remembering the men who drove her from the city. It was obvious she was referring to them. At least, she thought it was obvious.
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Postby Amunet on February 27th, 2016, 8:42 pm

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Amunet could live with the warning glare. It proved that dog was much better as was the way she was standing. The young woman lifted both of her hands and backed away slowly. She started humming some more as she moved to the pot of water that was boiling to make a tamer vegetable restorative soup as the dried meat earlier didn’t stay down long. She took out some water into two cups to which she put a bit of dried peppermint and ginger. That was set aside to steep. Peppermint and ginger both were good for upset stomachs. Ginger would help in warming the woman.

Those gold and blue eyes looked at Merevaika as she huddled with the blanket and looked her in the eyes. The gentleness in the gold and blues met with that spark of ruthless. The woman had something that Amunet lacked, but that made things different. The Healer didn’t mind that at all. She was more concerned with getting her better. What judgement awaited her was none of her concern. With a dagger she cut up a couple of turnips and carrots she had from stores along with onion and garlic. The tea was brought to the dark haired woman carefully.

“Here, drink this. It will help with your stomach and warm you up. I am making a soup that will be a bit easier on your stomach. The red head listened to her questions as she went to retrieve her own tea as she sipped it. There was a speculative expression as she weighted her questions. “It is 91st day of winter. Endrykas is moving to spring grounds. I will be a day behind. The ones who were pursuing you gave up that evening but did not say much kindness in regards to the horrid state of affairs. “ The girl kept it polite as she was trying to stay neutral. She didn’t know what to make of the circumstances.

She looked at Merevaika as those blue eyes turned piercing. Something had made that race important to her. It was something of honor and bragging rights to those who did a good showing. Their horses breeding rights went up higher as well. This brought up questions that she needed to ask of her own. “Why was the race so important?” Her voice remained soft and gentle. Her eyes held in them intelligence. It was a naïve intelligence but the depth of character showed in her movements and her speech. “There are ways of gaining a reputation than that race.” She could be completely off the mark, but the sort of ruthlessness she seen before in men and women she treated.

Pratal came to mind, but his was controlled and calculating. The schemes thought up and danced around careful planning and knowledge built up of knowing people and the market. This lady perhaps had not discovered that knowledge. Amunet herself did not know this talent, but recognized it having seen it in operation. “Did you want to tell me what happened? I am afraid that it kind of went fast.” The spoon in the pot was stirred slowly as she looked to the woman to see how she answered in as much as the content of her answer. The girl might be young but her eye for detail was very good.
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