therapy but not the kind for your emotional health
tori
05-29-2023, 12:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2023, 12:08 PM by Kiriko. Edited 1 time in total.)
let's stick together just a little bit longer Kiriko returns to Hattori's den the next afternoon. She's armed with several sachets of the anti-inflammatory tea, each carefully and neatly bundled together. She's also got something else in hand. It's a bit of an awkward thing to carry, but she's rather proud of her contraption. A decently sized slice of a tree that had been cut for firewood. She'd rounded it out well, making sure it's smooth on both sides. There would be no splintering, she was sure of it. Among the assortment of things Kiriko brought along was also the shell of a turtle, also carefully smoothed and rounded. At the moment it held a small jar with a lid, containing tea-temperature water and a handful of smooth basalt stones, but that wouldn't be its final purpose. "Hattori, is now a good time?" Her voice was soft as she stood near the entrance to his hollow within the maze. It was a dreary day, and she hoped he was staying indoors for it. There was a decent amount of work to do, between his shoulder and paw, and Hattori catching a chill would only delay their program. She sets the round, awkward board down while she waits, shifting the rest of the parcels within her grasp. Kiriko had a job to do, and she'd arrived darn well prepared to do it. |
05-29-2023, 04:19 PM
Though the worst of the weather rarely got through the bamboos defences, it was indeed a rather greyish day. Hattori did not often receive company in or around his private quarters, but it wasn't hard to guess why Kiriko was here. He shifted upon the tatami mat, moving to glance over his shoulder at the entry point of his den. It was neat and orderly, things stacked right where they ought to be. He got to his paws then, using his paw to cover the blade he had been sharpening with a cloth. Not because it needed hiding, but more so he could pick up where he left it off later.
Was it a good time? Well, he had nothing overly pressing to do right now and he had agreed to let her tend to him. He rose to his feet then, stepping from the depths to the entryway of his den, where the bamboo had been bent to form an arch.
"My schedule is clear enough."
Was it a good time? Well, he had nothing overly pressing to do right now and he had agreed to let her tend to him. He rose to his feet then, stepping from the depths to the entryway of his den, where the bamboo had been bent to form an arch.
"My schedule is clear enough."
06-22-2023, 04:39 AM
let's stick together just a little bit longer His schedule was clear, and she'd take that as consent enough. The woman carefully moved in and set the turtle shell down first, carefully unpacking it. She set the jar full of water and stones aside, as well as the tea sachets. "I brought more of the tea mixture that you tried yesterday, with the herbs for inflammation." The healer explained, taking a moment to set the now empty turtle shell flat side up. She ducked once more from Hattori's quarters, carrying in the large, round board. She laid it across the shell, tentatively taking a step up to ensure it wouldn't slip. Pleased with the result, Kiriko turned to the man. "This is to help strengthen your muscles through balance." She explained, stepping down and indicating to Hattori that he should step up. "Carefully, you're going to step up onto it, and then shift your weight until no edge touches the ground." The words were careful, measured. She stands beside the board, offering her shoulder just in case. "You can hold my shoulder at first, while you find your footing." Patiently, she watches the alpha, curious as to how he'll react to the contraption. |
07-03-2023, 09:17 AM
It seemed as though she intended him to perform some sort of balancing act. His knee-jerk reaction was to think it was ridiculous, hardly becoming, but he had agreed to this and he thought it more poor taste to refuse to out of pride. With pale furrowed brows, he stepped forward, giving Kiriko a side glance as he approached the shell and the board atop of it. As any sure-footed warrior he liked to think his sense of balance was better than most, but as with most things in life it wasn't quite as easy as it would first appear. Stepping onto the board it immediately slanted one way, taking a bit of effort to right itself as he adjusted his stance, barely biting back the urge to grumble beneath his breath. He did not want to lean on Kirko for support, out of pride honestly, but the whole affair was far more awkward than he would like and not what he had in mind at all.