Fisher of Peace (Open)

by **Serrif Von Chatlyn** on February 24th, 2011, 3:46 pm

(89th Morning of Winter 510 A.V.)

He awoke groggy as always. Lately the terrors in the night had only gotten worse. He felt short of breath and his body ached. As he opened his eyes they seemed to burn with sweat. He was half surprised he hadn't somehow hurt himself during the night. He had set up his tent just outside the main reach of the city on a knoll. He figured a grassy knoll near some trees was a good place to be for now. It had been a few days since he had come here by ship. He felt better now. And who wouldn't Mura was a wonderful city to behold. It's serenity with the water really did inspire him. He could feel his mind and body settle with the calm waters. He wasn't sure why that was but finally he felt like he was sane again. Although the truth was far more interesting than that.

He opened the flap of his tent and invited the breeze into his little home. This was honestly more space that he had ever had before. He has been kept in a small cage before this. It was unpleasant and left him to the elements. Likely why he had a good tolerance of the heat and the cold. He was still weak but he was gaining strength fast now; and since his paranoia was settling out he found that he was able to at the least enjoy the sights. He had searched a few days to find this spot. It was located rather well. And it was somewhat off the beaten track. A perfect place for him to setup a makeshift home. Again it was far better than a cage.

Moving to the entry of the tent he took a seat. He yawned and felt the sun gently bring warmth to his skin. He pulled on a pair of simple pants and fastened them with a belt. His skin looked shadowed but those were simply the valleys of scars that lined his entire body. He ran a hand through his hair and continued to bring himself to venture fourth on this day. He didn't know what he should do right now. He had been out here at his tent for a few days now and none had come out this way. He preferred it that way to be honest. He had been sleeping in excess and eating something whenever he had gotten up. That said he would have to go and get some food eventually. He wasn't sure what the locals would have in the way of food. If he had to guess it would be mostly fish and other sea food. Maybe he would try his luck at fishing or something like that today. Maybe he would go diving for clams or something...but he wasn't the most graceful of swimmers. But he didn't fear the water either. He figured it would be best for him to try and fish. He had no idea where he would try this but well he could give it a go. Who knew what he would catch?

He threw on a shirt and began packing up his things. He wasn't going to just leave his things here. No he was going to bring it all with him. He finally got everything packed up and well it was a good a time as ever to make his way to the sea and fish. The sea wasn't that far away in all honesty. So the journey didn't take that long. Once he got to the beach he took off his boots and strung them on his pack. He wanted to feel the warm sand on his feet. He continued down the beach and every now and then picked up interesting looking shells as he saw them. They were all kinds of colors and shapes. He never thought he would enjoy doing something this simple. But again he had never had the freedom to do anything like this. He picked up a few dozen shells as he walked along the beach as he walked.

He reached an area where there looked to be some fish activity. Well this was a good a place as any to fish. He set up his fishing rod and all then put some tack on the hook. He cast out into the waves and waited. Did fish like tack? He wasn't sure but he really could use a fish right now. He figured he could likely just guess how to cook it. Or maybe he would get lucky and someone would show him...No that wasn't likely. He waited and looked out into the ocean. So this is why people came out here and fished. He never really understood fishermen until now. It was serene out here. Calm and really quite peaceful. Or maybe all this was due to the location...He really didn't care which. He liked it here.

by **Blythe** on February 24th, 2011, 4:22 pm

Blythe had woken up early, the sun having shone through the her window. She had forgotten to close the blinds the night before, and the sun's rays had licked the tips of her chin, and tickled her eye lids. She had fought off their light, lingering heat for a few moments by tilting her head towards the wall to her right. It had gotten most of the sun to go away, and quit bothering her, but since she had already begun to stir, she found that she couldn't quite get back to sleep. That had always been a problem for her: getting back to sleep whenever someone or something had already begun to wake her up.

Sighing heavily, Blythe lifted her hands tiredly to her eyes, and rubbed the sleep crystals away. She then lowered her hands, and slowly opened her eyes. At first, her vision was blurry, and her room appeared to be a large yellow blob. But after a few minutes, her vision re-adjusted, and she could see clearly. She wasn't happy to be awake, she could have used a few more hours of sleep. But now that she was up, she was up. She knew that there was no use lying in bed trying to sleep, and moaning about how she couldn't. That would simply be a waste of time, especially when there was so much to do, and it seemed like such a nice day out.

Blythe swung her legs over the side of her bed, and lifted her hands to the ceiling so she could stretch. She then lowered them again, and pushed up and off against her knees, propelling herself off the side of the bed. "Good morning Mura," she whispered as she grabbed her comb from the night stand and ran it through her unruly hair a few times. She straightened it out, and yanked out all the knots within a few moments. When she had finished, she grabbed her bag, threw it over her shoulder and onto her back, and tip-toed out of the room, careful not to wake any of her sleeping family members.

When she reached the front door to her cottage, she extended her right hand and slowly turned the knob clockwise. When it clicked, she pushed the door backwards, opening it. A steady stream of golden sunlight trickled in. Blythe stepped outside into the warm morning air, and as silently as she could, closed the door behind her.

Blythe had decided to head down to the beach today. She had been meaning to pick up a few cockle shells for divination purposes, but hadn't yet gotten around to it, and today was as good a day as any.

Blythe grabbed the right strap of her bag in her right hand, and began to run towards the beach. She wanted to warm her body up, and get there as quickly as possible, so that she would have more than enough time during the day to do the rest of the things she wanted to do. She had promised her grandmother she'd make dinner, and she had scheduled a reading with a client later in the afternoon. So although there was no real rush, Blythe was acting as though there was.

With each of her steps, Blythe was kicking up tiny clods of grass and dirt. Her breath was coming in and out more and more rapidly, and her heart had begun beating faster and faster like a drum. Several beads of sweat had appeared on her brow, and her feet had started to hurt. With each forward step on her left foot, her left arm would swing forward, slicing through the air. Her arm was propelling her forward, closer and closer to her destination. She'd be there in a few minutes, Blythe thought, and then she could stop and take a drink from her waterskin.

When she finally reached the edge of the sand, Blythe stopped dead in her tracks. She slid her back-pack off her shoulders, and lifted the lid. She rummaged through her pack for a minute, and pulled out her waterskin. She dropped her bag into the cool sand, and opened the top of the waterskin. She lifted it to her lips and took several long sips. The water was cool and refreshing. It dripped out of the sides of her mouth, and Blythe had to wipe it away with the back of her hand. When she had finished, she put the waterskin back in her bag, and returned her bag to her shoulders.

As soon as she had, she began walking towards the shoreline. The water was a deep blueish-green color. It had always been that way, although today, since it was particularly sunny out, the water seemed to shimmer a deep golden-orange color. As Blythe walked along the shore, she found herself staring at her feet. She was looking for cockle shells, after all, and didn't want to accidently miss a pretty one. The waves were crashing into the shore, causing the sand she walked upon to grow dark, wet, and cold. The waves would splash around her feet, licking her toes, causing her gladiator sandals to become slippery, cold, and generally difficult to walk on. It felt as though each time the waves crashed into her, they were sucking the sand directly around her feet, and attempting to drag Blythe out to sea. The water was calling to her.

But Blythe ignored the call of the sea, and how it felt on her skin. How the salt tickled her feet. How the bubbles in the foam popped from time to time, so quietly that it was nearly inaudible. She was too busy looking for shells, and finding it strange that she hadn't come across many this morning. It was as though the sea had claimed them all. As though it had dragged them into its deep depths, never to be seen again.

Blythe sighed, this shouldn't be so difficult, she thought to herself, as she continued walking, and bumped into someone. The man she saw was fishing, and looked to be half her age. Well, in human years anyway. He was far taller than she, and had tan skin, and jet-black hair. Blythe looked up at him, and found that he had the most beautiful emerald-colored eyes she had ever seen.

Blythe bit her bottom lip and said. "Sorry... didn't see you there. Was a bit distracted." She paused for a moment, wondering if the man would find her flaky, or at least, rather unobservant. When she felt like she had given a sufficient amount of time, she added, "anyway, the name's Blythe. What's yours? And what are you trying to catch?" Blythe finished, noticing that the fishing line wasn't all that far off shore.

by **Keyta** on February 24th, 2011, 5:24 pm

The sun had begun to rise and poor little Keyta fond herself struggling to stay awake. This small kelivc was simply walking about trying to collect a few new fruits to store away and eat later. She was happy to find that oranges were more common on this Island but she also enjoyed variety, and didn't know exactly what to look for, so she just collected anything she could find, even a couple berries that hung low in bushes rather than high in trees. The kelvic girl couldn't seem to find anymore that were within human reach, so she figured she would change into a bat since no one was looking and it was refreshing when she did anyways. A quickly look around proved to the kelvic that no one was close enough for her to see which means no one else could see her. Keyta quickly began to remove her clothes, starting with her small boots and shorts, then moved to remove the tunic and undershirt she had been wearing. The last piece she needed to remove but hated doing so was the key necklace, it reminded her of her mother but if she wore it, she couldn't change. Keyta closed her eyes and removed the necklace placing it into bag and she then took the bag and hid it well inside a bush. The tired kelvic then transformed into a bat, the sizes of everything to her seemed to grow and she began to flap her arms that now turned to wings.

Soaring through the sky, little Keyta continued to look for fruit but also found that now would be the best time to look for a dark shaded area to sleep for the sunlight. The bat may have been looking in the trees, but she didn't see anything that she hadn't already collected several of, and her attention was more on finding a sleeping spot rather than collecting more of the same fruits. Her eyes began to fall heavy, making it trouble to see where she was going, wings still flapped and she had no idea where she was going. Suddenly more light than before burned through her eye lids, her eyes opened quickly to burn in the light reflecting off the sand. It hurt so bad that Keyta forced herself to switch back to her human self right then so she could shield her eyes from the burning light. The naked girl began to fall from the sky, about half the hieght of one of the tall trees on this island. Only then did Keyta begin to think to herself 'This might have not been a good idea...' her thoughts trailed off as she continued to fall. Tears began streaming from her eyes to the back of her head, she tucked her knees against her chest and put her elbows against her knees with her hands wrapped over her head.

The naked kelvic girl hit the sand on the beach hard, pain shot through her entire body, but adrenaline had her wide awake now, at least she wouldn't have to worry about forgetting where her bag was. Keyta's eyes opened once more, barely only because of the burning sunlight reflecting off the white sand. Keyta noticed her arms were already away from her face and her legs were also out instead of against her body. She seemed to let her body do whatever it desired once it touched the sand first. Keyta took her right arm and slid it behind her to try and push herself back up, but suddenly a huge amount of pain took over her arm. It snapped backwards and the little girl was again laying on her back and using her left arm to hold her right as she cried and squeaked almost as if she had hiccups. Tears streamed from Keyta's face as well as snot as the little kelvic girl realized that this was the most pain she had ever been in in her life. She rolled over to her left side and knocked herself into a sitting position after several minutes of pain and noticed that her left leg was bent in a weird position, which couldn't be any good...

by **Serrif Von Chatlyn** on February 24th, 2011, 5:58 pm

He was looking out into the sea. It's wondrous expanse seemed to melt away his worries and pain. But it couldn't quench the illness that still grasped his internals. He ached in ways he couldn't even begin to put words to. But here at the ocean's edge he felt peace. And it was that distraction along with the background noise that soothed him. He felt like he could literally fall asleep while standing here fishing. He closed his eyes and listened for a long time. Every crash of waves hummed through his mind gently calming him. Telling him everything was indeed going to be ok. That MAYBE just MAYBE everything would work out. His escape may have actually meant something. He might make something out of himself. He breathed deep and could taste the sea in his mouth. He could feel the sea foam on his body and the spray on his skin.

He shifted his right foot and could feel the nice little pile of shells he had collected. He was the bandit that had stolen all of the shells Blythe was looking for. The sea hadn't claimed them, he had. But truth be told he really wasn't that attached to them. He just liked the serenity of walking down the beach and collecting the shells. His breathing calmed and his body relaxed as well. He opened his eyes and looked down the beach. He saw a figure, looking along the tide line. He wasn't sure what she was looking for; but she was indeed highly interested in what she was looking for. He had no idea it was the very shells he had collected at his feet. He had about 20 or so of them. All kinds of varying sizes and colors. He collected them because he thought they were interesting; and had NEVER collected any before or even seen them. He found all kinds of things fascinating now. Like the woman walking down the beach.

She appeared young; well she looked young. He wasn't sure how this race aged. She was five foot nine maybe a little taller or shorter by his guess. He saw her forehead shimmer in a bright white and pink when the direct sunlight hit it. This confirmed that she was a local Konti. So that meant that he couldn't even begin to guess her age definitively. Her skin was very pale and by his guess she likely had translucent or white scales. That may be why he couldn't see them easily at this distance. But it was her lips at this distance that drew him. They were very pink and very pale. An interesting addition. This framed by her long straight blond hair it made her enticing. So it was true Konti women were indeed as beautiful and exotic as he had heard. She looked healthy...unlike him.

He watched her for a few minutes and then continued to fish. Maybe she would bump into him maybe not. He wasn't again sure of the mannerisms of the Konti women. But he knew there were no Konti men...that he had seen. He had heard spots of information that seemed to hint that Konti only bore female children. That meant they all had to mate outside the Konti community. So he wouldn't greet her directly. Instead he was going to fish and keep to himself. If greeted he would be nice and talk to her as well. Again he would have to be careful because he didn't know how Konti women operated or even what they were like. He only knew what he had gained in the few days here and the few minutes he had been in the harbor. Other than that he had kept to himself so far. He heard her approach and she was indeed close.

That was when he felt something bump into him. Whatever it was the impact was soft and unintentional. Likely why his senses didn't fire off and his sword remained sheathed. If the hit had been harder and more forceful there was no telling what would've happened. He instead remained standing and looked in her direction. He didn't find her clumsy or flaky. No he found her preoccupied. He knew how that was. He had spent all kinds of time preoccupying himself to keep the pain from dominating his body. Anything to keep his mind off of his suffering; a tool that many struggled to learn. But once learned and mastered one could endure anything.

"No no...I am sorry I should've greeted you as you approached." He then fell silent as she asked his name. His eyes still looking at her wonderful lavender eyes.

She would feel the confusion. Why the confusion though. She had only asked him his name. That question echoed in his mind and again the confusion was evident in his eyes. She saw his eyes drift to the bottom left corners of his eyes. What was his name? For so long he had been without a name. The two years of torture had stripped him of everything. Even his name it seemed. This was his chance he would make a name; and it would be HIS name. Not a name that he was given by someone else; not even his parents. Maybe one day he could remember his birth name. But for now he would make one up.

His lips moved and he formed a cognitive name "Serrif M'Lady. You may call me Serrif." He said reaffirming that yes the name sounded right.

"I'm really unsure. I'm trying to catch whatever will bite. I would love fish this morning," He said with a smile then thought a little "or tonight for dinner at worst." He really thought he could catch something.

"Would you mind sharing with me what you were searching for on the beach. There isn't much to find since I walked down that way an hour or so ago. Plenty of decorative shells." He then tapped the little pile of shells at his feet with his right foot.

It was then behind Blythe that he saw something interesting take part. A bat was acting odd...for several reasons. It was first of all out during the day. What bat would be out in the day? And second the bat was acting screwy. Obviously being tortured by the light. The bat then shifted to another form that resembled a girl and fell to the ground. The height didn't denote instant death for the kelvic girl. But it did mean that given her form she would be injured in the least.

"Wow." He mouthed and spoke in a low tone as he then pulled in his line and set it beside his backpack.

"Did you see that. Right there that girl just fell out of the sky. Come on let's see that she is ok." He then ran in the direction of the girl and wouldn't stop until he got to her.

He would kneel beside her in the sand and talk to her, he heard her cries for help and saw her tears but that didn't stop him from asking. "Are you...." he saw her arm and then answered his own question, "no you aren't." He looked to Blythe who had likely followed him this far.

"We need to get her to see someone. Or I could see what I could do." He said as he watched the girl and Blythe as well. This was turning into such a strange day. He also saw her left leg was bent in an odd way. Which meant he would have to carry her if they wanted to get her any help elsewhere. She couldn't walk like this.

by **Blythe** on February 24th, 2011, 9:25 pm

"Nice to meet you Serrif," Blythe said with a shy smile. Her eyes seemed to be shining along with the sun, turning an even lighter shade of purple. "I was just out for a walk, looking for some divination shells actually. Perhaps you have a few cockle shells in your pile. But I'd have to look to be sure," she added, as a muffled thud sounded behind her. It sounded like something had fallen.

Shortly thereafter, Blythe heard a strange sound that reminded her of hiccups. Blythe's brow furrowed. "Now what could that be?" Blythe whispered, as Serrif set his fishing supplies aside. Something about having seen something... Something Blythe assumed to be slightly out of the ordinary. Considering how she hadn't seen whatever Serrif was referring to. After all, whatever it was happened while her back was turned. Blythe giggled, "I don't have eyes on the back of my head you know," she commented as Serrif ran off to investigate.

Shrugging, Blythe reluctantly followed him a few moments later. Crying in the sand was a nude Keyta, her leg splayed out awkwardly. It looked broken. "Oh now, what did you do to it?" Blythe said as she knelt down beside Serrif. Blythe ran her tongue from the roof of her mouth over her teeth, producing a low clicking noise. "Always getting yourself into trouble little one," Blythe commented as she looked up from Keyta's leg to Serrif.

"We're not going to be able to carry her, not with her leg like that," Blythe commented as she tried to direct Ser's gaze with her lavender colored eyes. "We'd do far more damage to her by attempting to move her, than if we simply attempted to bind her leg her. Or at least, I'm pretty sure we would," Blythe added, as she tenderly ran the tips of her fingers over Keyta's leg, wondering if it would be enough to cause the young Kelvic to cry out in pain.

"Do you have anything we could use to bind her leg? Or maybe some herbs she can munch on to ease the pain?" Blythe inquired. "I know she likes fruit a lot... and we should probably give her a blanket or something."

Blythe looked up at Serrif as she ran her fingers over Keyta's skin. It was rather smooth, and strangely soft. But that may have been because of her bruises. Her skin was warm, as though she had been in the sun for more than just a few minutes. It reminded her of Fawn. Everything seemed to remind her of Fawn. Even stupid, simple things. Not wanting to cry, however, Blythe forced the thought out of her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Serrif felt uncomfortable around the nude girl. Nari had seemed that way, all that time ago, at their little picnic. She imagined Serrif may feel the same way.

"Just to make sure her skin isn't exposed, and to keep her warm and what not," Blythe added, eyeing the human somewhat nervously. "But, maybe we should leave that for after we've dealt with her leg," Blythe finished, as Keyta emitted another pained cry.

OOCKeyta, I love how you injure your leg in a thread with the only Konti in creation without any herbalism or medicine experience. Thank goodness Serrif makes up for my lack of skills. >.<

by **Keyta** on February 25th, 2011, 4:40 am

OOCI kinda did it for that reason to be honest <3 where's the fun in getting hurt to only be healed by the next post? :3
Keyta frantically turned her head to watch a rather scary looking man run after her. She had never seen someone so tall or so frighting before in her short kelvic life. She watched him carefully as he seemed to be in a panic as Keyta tried to hold back a series of tears from re-emerging. Just then, the little nude girl watch a familiar face approach them, it was Blythe again, they seemed to be running into each other a lot more and more recently. Blythe placed her hand on Keyta's thigh and began to rub down toward the broken portion, for a moment, Keyta was reminded of her mother, but yet, it felt different. Without any warning, pain shot through her leg and caused the little Keyta to cry out and fell over, the adrenaline had surely drained from her body by now and she could feel everything. When she fell backwards however, her arm hit the ground with a thud and was painful enough to cause the nude kelvic to black out.

Keyta began to dream, but this dream was far more like a nightmare, monsters all around her seemed to be attacking her. The pain in her arm and leg now caused by bites and claws forcing throbbing pain to become a constant reminder. She couldn't seem to break free of the horrible monsters that attacked from all around, she couldn't even fully see them, but she knew they were there...

by **Serrif Von Chatlyn** on February 25th, 2011, 7:46 pm

Was surprised that Blythe acted like she knew this girl. Maybe the two were familiar with each other somehow. He couldn’t be sure but she did know the girl like fruit. So they had to be familiar somehow. He took another look at her and carefully began to assess the situation. He had seen plenty of founds similar to hers on slaves back at the camp. He had helped them and he was going to help her too. He rummaged through his knowledge as he looked over her leg and arm. All the time listening to Blythe but coming to a different conclusion. But one he would state gently.

“I think we could if we immobilized her leg, and maybe her arm too. I could carry her easily. But we need to seek better help. Which means going into town.” He knew this would come eventually but he was just unsure when.

“If you’ll stay here I’ll collect the needed supplies.” He then moved to his pack. He had willow bark. He knew that would help with the inflammation that would happen. Also would help soothe her pain. He also had rope. But nothing to splint her leg with…or did he?

He had two torches. And if he removed the top part that burned he was indeed left with two long wooden shafts. That would have to do he supposed. He removed carefully the ignition are of the torches and packed them away. He then was left with rope and splint material. He grabbed his cloak as well. It would clothe the girl somewhat and well allow her some shade as well. He thought he would get to catch fish for breakfast and instead he was doing errands. But in all reality that was what happened…you looked for apples and life throws you one laced with glass shards…or something like that.

Well he figured he had everything he needed now. He picked up his pack and brought it over with him and set it in the sand. “It isn’t great but it will have to do for now.” He said setting the two torch bases down on the ground and then cutting an appropriate length of the 100 foot long hemp rope. Now came the fun part; they were about to find out just how injured she really was.

“Alright…now I need to take one more look. I don’t want to do this wrong.” and make things worse his head said to him as he observed the girl.

Many would be uncomfortable around a nude girl. Serrif however had two interesting factors working for him in this circumstance. First being he was focused on a task; he was indeed trying to help this girl and that seemed to null out the fact that she was without clothing. Second he was from a slaver camp and had seen far worse in his time there. The brutality there was so far unmatched by anything he had seen out here. And well a naked girl falling out of the sky and injuring herself was odd yes; but still far from the brutality he was used to. He didn’t want to even think what would happen to her if she fell nude into the slaver camp. He shook that thought from his head and continued his assessment.

If her leg was popped out of the joint the fix would be easy. Just pop it back in. Now it was possible that it was popped out at the hip. Which would present a challenge since that would require a decent amount of force to get back in. And a decent amount of medical care afterward to keep her from the intense pain. But she could’ve broken or fractured it a little and he not caught it yet. It was possible and with the looks of the girl she wasn’t going to talk and tell him. Maybe she didn’t trust him? Or maybe she didn’t talk at all. Both were interesting possibilities. He wished the girl would just talk but well maybe she was in shock…which meant this was much more serious than he first thought.
But all those questions and more were answered a little sooner than he expected when the girl yelped and fell backwards. He looked her over and she was breathing. But that was indeed all. She had blacked out from the serious amount of pain she was experiencing. “Well, best go to work while she is out.”

He then laid her back gently so her body was neutral; she was just laying back on the sand now. He then looked over her leg. It was broken, not horridly but it was broken. That would need a little more serious medical attention than what he could grant. Well if she wanted to be walking anytime real soon. He took the torch bases and laid them on the sides of her leg then using his rope he fastened her a splint to hold her leg in place. The torch bases extended long enough to really provide her with the support she needed. And well it was generally exactly what she needed. It was set now correctly. Now her arm was another story. He wasn’t sure how he was going to go about doing anything about that. But for now he was just going to do what he could. His fishing rod it pulled apart into two parts. He used it and lashed it to her arm to immobilize it as well.

“Alright…well we need to get her to help. What I did is only so good.” He said as he looked to Blythe and laid his cloak on the ground. He then carefully laid her on the cloak. He folded the sides of it over her and then the large hood pulled over her head to where she could see out of it if she wanted to. He didn’t want to startle her when she did finally wake.

OOCWell if only my medicine was a bit higher…as well as my herbalism. I may be able to do a little more. Ah oh well. We do what we can yeah?

by **Blythe** on February 25th, 2011, 8:28 pm

Blythe jerked her hand away from Keyta's leg as soon as she heard her crying out in pain. Her face scrunched up unhappily, and her eyes seemed to become glassy, as though she were fighting off tears. But in reality, she was only worried, but her expression of that emotion was more than likely muddied in her lavender irises.

"Sorry, never meant to harm you," Blythe whispered to Keyta, as the girl blacked out and Serrif tended to her injuries. Blythe imagined he could make a halfway decent doctor some day he was working so intently. But even so, her eyes always remained on Keyta. She was worried about her, and found that she couldn't help but wonder how much pain she was in. It must be awful, she thought, as she absentmindedly said, "I think she'd appreciate it if you got everything right the first time too."

Blythe was rather silent during the rest of the time it took Serrif to bind Keyta's leg. It took her a few moments to even notice that he had finished working. "Sorry," Blythe stammered, when she had finally noticed, "got a little distracted, I suppose."

Blythe took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth to help ground herself. She couldn't help but feel as though she were slowly losing her grip on reality, being so upset at seeing the young girl hurt. "Anyway... now that you've dealt with her leg, at least for a short period of time, we'll be able to carry her right?" Blythe inquired. "We could take her to the Opal Temple. They have the best doctors and healers around. And it's not all that far from here."

Blythe paused for a moment so that she could catch her breath, and Serrif could catch up with her words. She seemed to be speaking rather swiftly now that there seemed to be a glimmer of hope. "The Opal Temple is located in the heart of Mura. If you walk swiftly, perhaps we can get there in half an hour or less." She paused again before adding, "I'm not too strong, so you'd probably have to carry her. But I could carry the rest of your things and mine, and of course, lead the way."

"But I've only been inside a handful of times," Blythe added, as she shifted her weight nervously in the sand. "So hopefully there will be someone inside who can show us where we should take her."

As soon as she had finished, Blythe slowly got to her feet, and stepped around Serrif's body. She bent down at the waist, and plucked his bag from the ground. She swung it over her right arm, and said, "hope you don't mind my carrying your things... just trying to help. But I could always let you carry it if it would make you feel better." Blythe paused for a moment, before adding, "but you probably have too much on your hands already, since you're carrying her."

by **Keyta** on February 25th, 2011, 9:04 pm

Keyta continued to suffer through her nightmare, several creatures monsters all grabbing at her and biting her and such. They all seemed to have a hold of her limbs when suddenly, everything went dark, so dark that little Keyta couldn't see anything. A familiar and soothing voice came through the darkness, and a smell of salt along with the familiar scent of someone she knew. "We'll be able to carry her right?" echoed the voice of Blythe, calming everything down to nothing. Sounds and smells slowly began to return to the injured Keyta, waves crashing on the beach, wind blowing through the trees. She even felt the soft material of the cloak she was now covered with. Keyta couldn't quite open her eyes but could she that the sunlight had for certain been blocked off. She heard Blythe and this other man talking with each other and she tried to lift her left arm to her head. The small kelvic hadn't even noticed that could not move her broken arm or leg yet only because she was too afraid to move them since they might make her hurt again. Her left hand finally reached her face as it almost just slapped her forehead from being so weak. Keyta moved her hand toward the back of her head to slightly lift the hood of this cloak to try and get a better look of things, but when the sunlight touched her face she quickly retreated back under the hood. The little girl didn't know what to do, but she knew what she didn't want to do, so she patiently waited and hoped that Blythe and this scarier man knew what they were doing.
OOCsorry my posts seem so much shorter than both of yours' but there isn't too awful much I can really do at the moment <3

by **Serrif Von Chatlyn** on February 25th, 2011, 10:53 pm

He spent a little time looking over his work. It would hold long enough and well if he was careful they would make it to the city without incident. He didn't want something else happening to the poor girl. She had to be having horrible nightmares right now. He remembered what that was like. When even in the black abyss your enemy never stopped assaulting you. He couldn't count the times he woke up worse off than when he went to sleep. Truth was in a slaver camp they didn't stop the torture just because you fell asleep...sometimes that was when it started. A horrific truth to behold and realize. But a truth nevertheless. He stood and answered Blythe as best he could. He passed through those horrid memories then came to again. Blythe's words lulling him gently back to this world.

"We all get distracted at times. Carrying her should be easy. As long as she doesn't wake suddenly and thrash about we should make it fine." He admired his work a little more as he then nestled the girl in his cloak a little more. If would be somewhat tight around her to allow him to feel her move. And he had pulled the hood up some so she would get nothing more than a spider thread of light. To simply remind her that she wasn't in her dreams anymore.

"I wish I could do more. But this is all I got. I could concoct something but that would be wasting time. But all it would do is help swelling; again a waste of time. She needs real help. The Opal Temple is where we will go." His statement rung true in his head. He didn't know of any other options that were really available to them and well he was ready and willing to carry the girl as long as needed until they reached the temple; wherever it was. He hadn't really toured the area and didn't plan to either. He just wanted to get this girl some help that she desperately needed.

" Feel free to carry my things. But don't hesitate to ask me to carry them either; she is likely only 50 pounds wet." He smiled and then carefully picked the girl up in his arms. He was careful how he handled her. He knew she needed to be held gently and evenly; and NEVER dropped. He didn't know what would happen if he dropped her. He might just kill her; who knew! He would have to be careful, and he would have to measure each step in motion. Every single footstep had to be exact and perfect otherwise...well he could end up doing more harm than good to the girl. And he didn't want to harm her.

"You've been there more than me. And your local. Two things going for you. I'll follow." He said as he measured the girls exact weight. She was light; even to him in his slightly weakened state. If she had done this a few days ago there would be no way he could help her. But now that he had some of his strength back well it would be easier for him. He would follow Blythe and maybe talk with her along the way. But only if talked to...again he was unsure of customs around here. That was a good question. It was about now that the girl began to stir. He saw her peek out of the cloak then retreat back in.

"You are going to want to stay in there darling." He said gently trying to calm her down some. Seemed that she responded better to Blythe. Likely because she was a woman; and he did find her presence calming as well. Beautiful women tended to do that. Or was that just another character of her race? He couldn't nail it down but she calmed his mind; as well as the girl.

"Is there anything I need to know before going into the city with you? I just got here a few days ago; and haven't found the time to venture into the city yet." He was being honest because the last thing he wanted to do was offend someone here. The women here looked beautiful but he was sure they were like delicate roses. They all had thorns. He wanted to really be sure what he was getting himself into. And how he needed to act, and if there were any customs he really did need to be aware of that he wasn't yet.
OOCYeah can't expect you to do much. Your trapped in a cloak, and have been injured a decent amount...oh and your mute...that adds fun to the mix.