ardent

Turn Off the Sun

Mort/Odette/Etc



Iolaire

Somnium

Master Healer (250)

Master Intellectual (250)

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor
age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
100
size
Small
build
Light
posts
787
player
Res2

Silver Medal 2020Christmas 2019Trick 2019Promptober 2019
05-11-2020, 05:10 PM
Find #9



Always a bundle of questions, Mort kept going. It felt like he was screaming, so she raised a paw and slowly lowered it again with an accompanying "Shhhh... quietly, please." There were woodpeckers in her skull and they were having a field day. Everything was too loud and the sun was too bright. When the rooster decided to crow, Iolaire shot it a deathly glare and snarled a bit. Obnoxious bastard bird!

Iolaire brought her bloodshot gaze back to her nephew and his unending questions. "It was a drink and no, you've never seen me like this before. Nor will you again. I'm keeping your father away from my mead stores from now on." Sirius was cut off. They couldn't have a repeat performance of this at all. Neither of them would be up to par for the entire day and possibly even tomorrow depending on how much sleep they got.

Mort kissed her head and she snorted lightly, sparing him a grin. He really was a good kid. She loved all of them, but Mort and Indy gave her the most affection. He suggested that she take a bath in the stream, attesting to just how much she smelled like a chicken at the moment. He also offered to get her some meat from the stores. Iolaire shook her head, but regretted the action as the world spun around her. "No food yet. Just water. You're right though, a bath sounds good." Rising shakily, Iolaire stumbled off towards the stream, but not before taking another drink from the bucket.

Holding her breath, Iolaire dropped face first into the chilly water and she stayed there in the shallows, partially submerged until she couldn't hold her breath any longer. Above water once more, the woman shivered against the cold. She'd better make this fast. Eyeing the bank, she moved and plucked some soaproot. Grinding the plant between two rocks, she worked it into a lather with her dexterous digits. It wasn't her homemade soap, but it would do. Starting with her head, she lathered up her filthy coat, working her claws through any tangles and muck that might be clinging to her. Looking to Mort, she asked, "Could you run to my cottage and get me a clean deerskin to dry with? There's a bit stack inside on your left. You'll see."

"Speech"


Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.




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