Lets rule this world; Epidemic meeting
06-02-2014, 02:08 AM
"Go and Wander." Said my heart.
...and so I would wander.
When the call arose for healers, including rouges who were welcome to join, Ellis would feel something stirring within her gut. She had been staying close to Othello, the two women forming a companionship and bond through their states of pregnancy. Ellis? own was becoming much more noticable, rounded belly having grown out with the lives that stirred with. Children. Her children. Guilt... How it welled up inside of her. She could only pray that they would be alright. It was not the fault of the unborn their way of coming into the world. Born of a father who sought her as a sort of trophy... A vessel for some divine...
The decision had been hard, but in the end Ellis would tell Othello she was going to answer the call and set off. The small woman certainly looked a sight as she maneuvered the best she could with her swollen belly towards pack lands. She wasn?t sure if Othello would come or not, but she promised the other that she would return. They had, for the most part, been carving a small existence for themselves. It was wonderful having someone she could talk to again, someone she felt she could trust... And the other fae staying with her... Gave her a bit of her confidence back.
The rogue woman would cross into pack lands, ears flicked back slightly, scenting the air. Sickness drifted on the wind... It was no doubt that this was what the healers had been called together about. Perhaps the healers of the pack were not experienced with this illness. She would continue on until she came across three of the pack wolves. Two femmes, one closer to the age of an elder, and a male who did not seem the best of conditions as well.
Ellis would come to a stop, clearly a stranger in these lands, and the white woman, marked with shades of brown and a bit of cream and silver, would settle down, teal-green eyes focused on those present. ?I am Ellis Cathal, a healer. I?m willing to try and assist you all how I can.?
"Speech"
The decision had been hard, but in the end Ellis would tell Othello she was going to answer the call and set off. The small woman certainly looked a sight as she maneuvered the best she could with her swollen belly towards pack lands. She wasn?t sure if Othello would come or not, but she promised the other that she would return. They had, for the most part, been carving a small existence for themselves. It was wonderful having someone she could talk to again, someone she felt she could trust... And the other fae staying with her... Gave her a bit of her confidence back.
The rogue woman would cross into pack lands, ears flicked back slightly, scenting the air. Sickness drifted on the wind... It was no doubt that this was what the healers had been called together about. Perhaps the healers of the pack were not experienced with this illness. She would continue on until she came across three of the pack wolves. Two femmes, one closer to the age of an elder, and a male who did not seem the best of conditions as well.
Ellis would come to a stop, clearly a stranger in these lands, and the white woman, marked with shades of brown and a bit of cream and silver, would settle down, teal-green eyes focused on those present. ?I am Ellis Cathal, a healer. I?m willing to try and assist you all how I can.?
"Speech"
"Settle down." Said my heart.
...and so here it was I would settle down.
...and so here it was I would settle down.