Backdated to the moments following Terra’s fall

The trip from the Stone Steppes to Elysium’s medical den is a blur of pain for Terra. It grays out the world, steals her breath, and causes her heart to pound painfully against her ribs. She is barely aware of the world and it is reduced to vague shapes and sensations. When she shifted to the ground from the dire wolf’s back, everything sudden blackens out as the pain overwhelms her system and she drifts in an ocean of darkness. At least here the pain cannot touch her, at least here, nothing hurts. All too soon the sharp knives of agony stab her brain and send the girl hurtling back into semi-consciousness where she lets out a low pained whine. Eyes open slightly, seeing a blob of slate color near her nose. What is going on?


"Terra Qilaq"

For some reason her cousin and the alpha's woman couldn't man the healing fort today, so it was left up to Scylla. The fae didn't really mind. It meant less time spent with her siblings, but a bit of distance was good now and again. It had allowed each of them to develop more of a sense of self. They were individuals and not a collective. Still... she couldn't deny that she wanted to spend all of her time with Albion, Cerberus and Ruse.

As Scylla sharpened her claws with a piece if fine grit rock, there was a commotion outside. An unconscious woman was brought within and deposited on one of the cots. The ones bringing her answered a few questions that the attending woman had and then left. Hmm. The cobalt fae looked down at the earthen youngling with interest, looking her over a bit before the fae began to stir. Great.

Mismatched eyes scanned the shelves of items within the infirmary. The woman moved along, collecting a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Scylla ground the herbs and other things with a mortar and pestle, then mixed it all in a glob of honey. With the honey wad on a stick, she tilted the fae's chin forward and fed the sweetened herbs to her. "That should make you feel really good in a minute, then we'll proceed." The woman gave her patients paw a pat. "Really, really good." There'd been your typical pain relievers in the mix, but Scylla had also added a bit of hallucinogenic mushrooms and some cannabis to boot. She was aiming to keep the woman entertained while she worked rather than focused on pain. Yay experiments!

"Scylla Klein"

Terra swims up through the agony, panting heavily as her eyes slowly blink open. A blurry form appears, tilting her chin and feeding her a wad of honey. The bitter bite of herbs touches the back of her tongue as the girl rolls the honey toward the back of her mouth and swallows. Tongue flicks in and out as she gets the sticky stuff down, offering an uncertain smile to the small wolf. The gentle pat on her paw has the earthen-hued girl relaxing against the cot as she waits for the herbs to take effect.

Time passes and Terra isn’t sure exactly when the herbs and hallucinogenic mushrooms take effect but she suddenly feels… amazing. The pain is still there but dulled to a point that she isn’t focused on it and her muscles become butter. Emerald eyes look to the little healer but finds that there are bright, red roses beginning to bloom from the rocks behind her. A look of awe crosses her features as she watches the roses for a moment before focusing on the slate and cream wolf.

Suddenly, the earthen girl begins to giggle, softly but uncontrollably as she loudly whispers, “She looks really soft. I wonder if I can pet her?” The giggles increase in volume before suddenly stopping and she blinks wide eyes at healer as she says, “Wait, she can’t read my mind, right?” Since Terra has never had a hallucinogenic before, they are hit her really hard. She feels great but does not realize she is speaking everything that she is thinking. Man, that fur looks so soft.


"Terra Qilaq"

Time passed and soon Scylla's herbs kicked in. The brown woman's pupils dilated and there was a silly little grin on her face. The blue fae grinned in response. Oh yeah, she was feeling it. Now it was time to get to work. Scylla gently felt over the fae's body with dexterous digits, carefully moving limbs and touching ribs to see what may have been broken and what may have been bruised. It seemed like the woman was a mess. It was a good thing that she was all drugged up or treatment would hurt like a bitch.

Scylla gathered supplies, mismatched ears turning as the fae began speaking aloud. Soft? Pet? With splints and bandages in a little basket, Scylla moved back to the broken fae. The mind reading comment brought a sudden scoffing laugh from the smaller fae and she grinned, meeting the high eyes of her patient. "I can read your mind. I'll let you pet my tail if you're a good girl, okay?" Incentive to sit still.


"Scylla"

Terra feels as if her mind is slowly floating away from her body and every muscle in her body turns to butter. Beautiful colors pour down the ways in an unceasing waterfall and all she can do is stare at them in awe. Roses of every shape and size bloom from the rock floor around them and a happy sigh passes her lips as her unfocused gaze moves to the slate and cream wolf.

She begins to think of how soft the healer looks and, to the girl’s immense surprise, the wolf laughs. Huge, dilated eyes widen as the small healer turns to her and talks. A look of absolute awe and bewilderment rests on her features and her mouth rounds in an ‘o’ as the offer to pet her tail is given. Happily, Terra chirps, “Deal!”

As the woman begins to work, the world swims and the gap between awareness and slumber seems to stretch thin. Does she sleep? Maybe. But, more than anything, Terra isn’t aware of all the painful manipulation that the healer has to do.

It is wonderful.


"Terra Qilaq"

A soft chuckle pulled from Scylla as the inebriated fae's eyes widened. It was always enjoyable to mess with people. Most likely the woman wouldn't remember much of this tomorrow and, if she did, she'd likely think it was a dream. Either way didn't bother the blue and cream fae. She would see the woman for the next few days as she tended to the worst of her wounds.

Scylla wrapped the fae's broken bits, bracing them where she was able. She cleaned up the cuts and wiped away the muck and mire from the woman's earthen pelt. With one nimble paw, Scylla took the fae's chin and stared hard into her green eyes, checking the size of her pupils. Once she was satisfied, Scylla nodded. The tiny fae snaked her long tail forward, placing it right before Terra's paws. "You've been the perfect patient. Your reward." The woman could pet her tail if she wished.

"Scylla Klein"