the few and the far between
03-24-2013, 04:14 PM
Rakshra stared at Bronze. There wasn't anything she could do. She didn't know how to treat wounds. She wondered who attacked Bronze, and for what reason. Had the stranger been stalking them earlier? If so, why did he choose to go for Bronze and not Rakshra? Maybe Bronze looked weaker and older.
'I'm glad I found you.' Why was he glad he found her? She didn't know why, nor did she care...or did she care?
"I don't know what to do. I've never treated wounds before." she said. She didn't recall being taught anything from her parents, most likely because if she had been she would have been too young to remember, or to even care enough about paying attention. Until now, she never even gave much thought about treating wounds. She had never been in a situation where she had needed the skill. Rakshra remembered being offered to be taught about treating wounds and the sick, but she refused the offer, never thinking she would need it. She was wrong.
'I'm glad I found you.' Why was he glad he found her? She didn't know why, nor did she care...or did she care?
"I don't know what to do. I've never treated wounds before." she said. She didn't recall being taught anything from her parents, most likely because if she had been she would have been too young to remember, or to even care enough about paying attention. Until now, she never even gave much thought about treating wounds. She had never been in a situation where she had needed the skill. Rakshra remembered being offered to be taught about treating wounds and the sick, but she refused the offer, never thinking she would need it. She was wrong.
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