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Picking up the pieces

Laeta - TW: assault trauma



Laeta

Somnium

Intermediate Navigator (40)

Expert Intellectual (135)
age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
191
size
Small
build
Light
posts
162
player

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
08-17-2022, 06:34 PM
Find #2

Laeta hadn’t seen Syanna in some time - mainly not since the woman had helped tend to her when she was paralyzed. The momochromatic she-wolf had much to thank her for; from the dignity she was treated with, to the kindness and warmth she was grateful to have received. The Long Night had left a mark on her, but it was the combined efforts of friends and healers that she believed led to her miraculous recovery. There was so much she had Syanna to thank. And so, she sought to find the physician herself, and walk up to her in person. On all four legs - so that the vulpine lady could see with her own eyes how her medical expertise had saved her life. Little did she know of the woman’s plight, of her own horrific experiences that left her cautious, on edge, terrified. The sheer weight of the trauma that surely hung on the vupline woman’s shoulders, tearing at her soul. Lae had no idea, no notion. Not yet, anyways.

The lithe, bony woman gently crept down the stone staircase of the castle, her joints occasionally cracking or popping like dry logs on a fire. Some aspects of her condition would never fade - like the early onset arthritis that plagued her bones. But she was able to move, and was otherwise healthy and active. One of many blessings Lae felt she had to count each day. She was able to recover from her ordeals, but everyone processed and dealt with trauma differently. Some memories could not be so easily overcome. They stuck to them, like sharp burrs on a pelt. Stinging, twisted, tangled, gnarled. Things that couldn’t be shaken no matter how hard one tried to rip them off, get away.

Laeta turned the corner, her nose twitching at the faitn scent of herbs and medicated remedies. There was always a soothing undertone to such scents, and they made the infirmiry stand out among the rest of the castle - besides the kitchen’s meaty aromas, of course. She sent Mel to pick some flowers for her to press and fold into books, or arrange them in flower crowns to wear. It was probably best - considering Lae had a feeling Syanna would appreciate more privacy in their chat. That is, if she wasn’t terribly busy with her stocking. Ruby eyes glinting with the excitement of seeing the kind physician again, the striped woman gently padded towards the infirmary’s awning, toenails clicking the stone tile. Hopefully, her presence wouldn’t spook her - she felt guilty creeping up on others. The sight of the uniquely orange woman made Lae’s tail wag gently behind her as she gently cleared her throat and said, "Syanna, is that you? It’s me, Laeta." Her voice was soft but perhaps clear enough to hear through the silence, soft and mellow. Calming. She smiled, gently taking a step closer to the entrance to allow her full form to be seen. Her non-paralyzed, walking form. "It’s been a while, how have you been?"

Laeta didn’t know the weight her last words would carry.

”Speech” ’Thought’

comin' up for air in the deepest of the deep ends
i thought i learned it all, but boom, the plot thickens
laeta has a european badger companion named melis. he can speak and is assumed to be with her at all times.




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