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there's an albatross around your neck



Altavro


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04-23-2014, 08:43 AM



Altavro cast a plaintive glance at the heavens, the realm of the god Sol that he so often sent a quick thought to during times of trouble. But the god in his chariot remained distant and so Altavro was left on his own, entirely out of his league with an upset female that had definitely been messing around with him earlier. Women these days. For all his grumpiness, Altavro still felt bad for her. She was clearly upset, and in pain and there was nothing that he could do to help her and crotchety or not, Altavro wanted to help her. He never would have stuck with the Nomads if he didn't want to help wolves in pain. But Altavro was an expert in sicknesses and injuries of the body, not the mind.

Ears twitching, Altavro held Albatross' gaze with his own as she spoke. He wasn't used to being this helpless. He wanted to help, but none of his training with the Nomads had prepared him for this. "Maybe it will come to you when you're ready?" Of course, there was always the possibility that she had forgotten for a reason, and she would never be ready. But the mind was not Altavro's specialty and he half felt like a fish out of water, flopping around uselessly and probably doing more harm than good when it came down to it.

He wasn't sure why he felt like this was his fault, seeing as there was no way that he could have foreseen this happening, but he did, and he wanted to help and he didn't know how. "I stopped you?" The blank question escaped Altavro before he really knew what he was saying, but the golden wolf backtracked as quickly as he could. "Hey, it's gonna be okay Albatross." Whatever the 'it' in question was. Crap, he really had no place to say that things were going to be okay when he had no idea what was going on. But the typical assurances of a healer would do him no good here, not that he really used them. Altavro was normally entirely honest, even brutally so, but what was there to do now but make an empty promise? He couldn't do much else, really.


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