Lord Deguass
((More or less.))
Meanwhile, the other, sentient ivory being found itself writhing under the care of whomever had found him. Her intention was to help it seemed, but her brand of such was, unpleasant. Not that he could protest, he was too far gone to notice, save the occasional nerve rending pain.
She'd have to wait for any more activity from him, preferably somewhere less exposed. So that he might recover from whatever malicious encounter he had suffered.
((Buh, so tired. Must Sleep. You people take it from here. Tag out and all that.))
Iona felt completely and utterly horrible. She really had no idea what to do? Once in awhile she would feel the muscles under the skin of the being spasm in response to the hot knife she applied. This only made her feel worse and she shortly realized that the calming words she repeated over and over were meant more for herself then for the being she was trying to help. Once she had done what she could for the wounds, leaving them burnt and probably extremely painful she looked around. An open field wasn't exactly safe ground. She looked back towards the cliffs that ran along one end of the lake and then continued on the other side of the field. That was probably her best bet. Close, sheltered in the many caves, and close to water. With a deep sigh she knelt down, maneuvering the being onto her back, staying hunched over and very slowly she half dragged, half carried him to her destination.
She had no idea how long it took her, but finally she reached the cliff side and found a good sized cave, from which she heard the sounds of water. She pulled him inside and back away from the entrance, laying him down behind a mound of rocks so he could not be seen from the cave opening. She was covered in sweat and it stung her eyes, but she moved off down the tunnel. Finding a good sized rock she once more drew her dagger, blowing on it softly until the heat made it glow bright blinding white. Iona used it to carve the rock into a rough bowl shape and then knocked it into the pool of water she found in the cave only a few feet away. A taste had clarified that it was not stagnant. Once the bowl stopped hissing she reached in, pulling it back out, full of cold water. She hurried back to the ivory being, kneeling and looking at him. She tore strips of cloth off the legs of her pants and the bottom of her shirt, which she removed, leaving on the leather jerkins she also wore. Dipping each strip in the cold water she placed them on the burns, switching them often, as well as emptying the bowl and getting fresh water from the pool again. She also took a strip and placed it just inside his mouth, wringing it out only a little as she worked his throat to get him to swallow the tiny bit.
((Holy balsa wood. *gasp* To much typing in ze morning!))
