Not quite a mountain goat
06-06-2019, 11:45 PM
[[sorry this post is a bit awful lmao, alsoo I won't be posting for a couple days as imma going away :p]]
Bellamy stayed obediently still for the healer, allowing her to tend her wounds. She wasn’t quite sure if the herbs had kicked in, but the pounding pain of her wounds was seeming to slowly die off, especially as she had stopped moving around. She’d calmed considerably down as her confidence rose in this healer’s abilities, giving her mind some time to calm down and begin to clear.
“Perhaps the lioness heard it somewhere.” Lioness? Bellamy thought, more fixated on that word than the rest of the healer’s mitigating statement. The word had tinges of familiarity; maybe she’d heard it in a story as a pup. So that's what the creature was?
“I’m Riva, Kesali’s highest ranking healer. What’s your name?”
"Highest ranking? That's impressive." Bellamy commented offhandedly, eyebrows raised a little as she gave the healer a sidelong glance, pain still evident in her voice and features as much as she tried to ignore it. The dark female looked quite young, around her own age. She couldn't say she was surprised, though, from the young she-wolf's practiced and calm movements.
“Uhh, I’m Bellamy.” She offered after a moment, having almost forgot she'd been asked question. She didn't exactly have much else to say about herself, she realized with a tinge of embarrassment. “I’m, uhm… I’m a traveler.” She added a little awkwardly, feeling as if she also had to tack on a title at the end to meet this wolf's standards. Did that sound stupid? She thought ruefully. Bellamy herself had never really had any strong life goals or aspirations, for as long as she could remember.
Belle gritted her teeth at Riva’s warning of the pain to come. As the healer started applying the disinfectant she cried out a little despite herself, ears flat against her skull. She jammed her eyes shut and focused all her attention on breathing slowly and deeply, breaths shuddering and twisting a little as the healer scrubbed at her wounds.
After the streaks of pain started to die down again, she glanced to the lioness as she apologized, Belle’s features unreadable. “I didn’t know it was poison. I am sorry.” She regarded the lioness for a few moments, remaining icily impartial as she decided if she was still mad. The lioness had almost killed her, but Bellamy had never been great at maintaining a front of coldness towards others. Plus, she was still somewhat baffled that she hadn’t tried to eat her in the first place. She sighed, natural curiosity trumping her lingering irritation. “Do you… hang out with wolves a lot, or is this a once-off sorta thing?” She said, voice not exactly warm and welcoming, but certainly not cold or snappy either.
Bellamy stayed obediently still for the healer, allowing her to tend her wounds. She wasn’t quite sure if the herbs had kicked in, but the pounding pain of her wounds was seeming to slowly die off, especially as she had stopped moving around. She’d calmed considerably down as her confidence rose in this healer’s abilities, giving her mind some time to calm down and begin to clear.
“Perhaps the lioness heard it somewhere.” Lioness? Bellamy thought, more fixated on that word than the rest of the healer’s mitigating statement. The word had tinges of familiarity; maybe she’d heard it in a story as a pup. So that's what the creature was?
“I’m Riva, Kesali’s highest ranking healer. What’s your name?”
"Highest ranking? That's impressive." Bellamy commented offhandedly, eyebrows raised a little as she gave the healer a sidelong glance, pain still evident in her voice and features as much as she tried to ignore it. The dark female looked quite young, around her own age. She couldn't say she was surprised, though, from the young she-wolf's practiced and calm movements.
“Uhh, I’m Bellamy.” She offered after a moment, having almost forgot she'd been asked question. She didn't exactly have much else to say about herself, she realized with a tinge of embarrassment. “I’m, uhm… I’m a traveler.” She added a little awkwardly, feeling as if she also had to tack on a title at the end to meet this wolf's standards. Did that sound stupid? She thought ruefully. Bellamy herself had never really had any strong life goals or aspirations, for as long as she could remember.
Belle gritted her teeth at Riva’s warning of the pain to come. As the healer started applying the disinfectant she cried out a little despite herself, ears flat against her skull. She jammed her eyes shut and focused all her attention on breathing slowly and deeply, breaths shuddering and twisting a little as the healer scrubbed at her wounds.
After the streaks of pain started to die down again, she glanced to the lioness as she apologized, Belle’s features unreadable. “I didn’t know it was poison. I am sorry.” She regarded the lioness for a few moments, remaining icily impartial as she decided if she was still mad. The lioness had almost killed her, but Bellamy had never been great at maintaining a front of coldness towards others. Plus, she was still somewhat baffled that she hadn’t tried to eat her in the first place. She sighed, natural curiosity trumping her lingering irritation. “Do you… hang out with wolves a lot, or is this a once-off sorta thing?” She said, voice not exactly warm and welcoming, but certainly not cold or snappy either.