Going Under

*Azalea* · 06-03-2014, 05:23 PM

Sickness had taken over Alacritia. Never had she seen anything like it before. Wolves with bleeding eyes, their bodies burning with fever and then locking in exhausting and terrifying seizures. Azalea remained healthy, and thankfully so was Sarak.

She didn't know what to do for anyone, she didn't know how to fix it. Worry rested largely on her children and Sarak. Azalea lurked through Valhalla, trying to find any plants that she thought might help, wishing all the while that her mother were around to help her know what to look for. It had been so long since she had learned the bare basics of herbal medicine.

Her path was stalled, the scent of blood and sickness picking up strongly. There was also the faint scent of her brother and Meili. She didn't know where they denned or if they even denned together yet. "Gael?" Her call was loud and cautious. Then she heard a whining noise, head snapped toward it and she was jogging in the direction it came from. She found a den, not bothering to ask to go in before plunging in.

"Gael!" She called again but instead she found Meili. There was no time to be thankful it wasn't her brother or to apologize, her mouth fell open in shock. "MEILI!" The name choked in her throat, overwhelmed with how she looked.

No professional was needed to see what was happening here. Meili hadn't gotten help. She had fallen ill alone and now she was slowly dying alone and worse in her own filth. She stood there conflicted. To run and get help or to stay and console her? "Meili, where is Gael? Do you want me to go get you some help? You should really get out of this den, I'll help you." Her voice was stressed, panicked, uncertain. This would be the closest she had ever been to Meili and the poor woman was hardly even there.

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