Where The Edges Blur
05-03-2014, 05:52 PM
"Go and Wander." Said my heart.
...and so I would wander.
The man she was dealing with was definitely one of fewer words. She did not mind the silence, and she would respond to his gestures quietly. He was not hard to deal with... And the fae did mind the interactions. Some were too overly aggressive... But it seemed that she was having better luck here in Alacritia for meeting those who were not of such a nature. It was nice to interact, rather than flee because some idiot decided she was too close to some loner territory they decided was their spot and wanted to attack her.
?Thank you again.? She would grant thanks for the permission again before her soft, pink tongue runs along the wound, clearing what dirt, sweat, and dried blood was around it. Hardly a pleasant task, but a healer would do what needed to be done to protect the lives of their patients and keep them health. After a few minutes of washing she would then turn to the herbs, chewing and working them into what she needed.
The man?s fur, or the fur surrounding the wound, would keep it in place well enough. There was no heat to make the medicine run... So as she said, as long as he didn?t wash it off or constantly rub into things it would stay on long enough to do it?s work. Carefully she would apply the medicine, working until a nice coating of the stuff covered the wound. Then she would rise. ?Excuse me a moment.? Then she would turn, disappearing for about a minute before coming back, the excess medicine gone from her mouth now.
She would come back to the man, though maintain a respectful distance away. She would smile gently again. ?Do you need something for pain as well??
"Speech"
?Thank you again.? She would grant thanks for the permission again before her soft, pink tongue runs along the wound, clearing what dirt, sweat, and dried blood was around it. Hardly a pleasant task, but a healer would do what needed to be done to protect the lives of their patients and keep them health. After a few minutes of washing she would then turn to the herbs, chewing and working them into what she needed.
The man?s fur, or the fur surrounding the wound, would keep it in place well enough. There was no heat to make the medicine run... So as she said, as long as he didn?t wash it off or constantly rub into things it would stay on long enough to do it?s work. Carefully she would apply the medicine, working until a nice coating of the stuff covered the wound. Then she would rise. ?Excuse me a moment.? Then she would turn, disappearing for about a minute before coming back, the excess medicine gone from her mouth now.
She would come back to the man, though maintain a respectful distance away. She would smile gently again. ?Do you need something for pain as well??
"Speech"
"Settle down." Said my heart.
...and so here it was I would settle down.
...and so here it was I would settle down.