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{Roleplay Prompt}
EVENT! After a busy day, your zahdl starts acting strangely, not feeling entirely well. How do both you and your zahdl handle this situation? Izzie crouched at the waters edge. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out and the water was calmer then it had been all week. After dipping the shell into the water she set it on the blanket.
Sometime later the small child was splashing about in the water. Having gotten over her fears, she had quickly taken to it. Because she couldn't swim, she stayed in the shallows, but that didn't seem to bother her.
Sometime we'll have to find someone to teach you to swim."Why can't you?"Well, I could in theory teach you, but what if something went wrong? I couldn't very well help now could I? I'd just like it better if there was someone around that could teach you. Or at least help if anything went wrong.Izzie frowned a little. They had talked before about swimming, but Skit always seemed to think something would happen to her. He seemed especially worried that he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Maybe...
Something shiny flitting just below the surface caught her attention. The small being was nearly transparent and seemed to have fins instead of arms and legs. Turning over on its back, the water fairy waved cheerfully at Izzie.
Her mouth hanging open slightly Izzie submerged her hand and reached out to the fairy. Shaking its head playfully the tiny being swam a little ways out and turned back to her. Waving again it stared expectantly at her.
"Oh you want to play tag do you?" she asked quietly. The fairy nodded, its face breaking into a wide grin as it swam further out and waited again.
Izzie could hear Skit off humming to himself somewhere along the beach. Since he hadn't said anything about her playing with fairies, she assumed it was alright. With her hands stretched out in front of her, she reached for the fairy again. Suddenly the sandy bottom was replaced with nothing. Flailing and thrashing she began to panic as the water closed above her head. Looking wildly around she could see nothing except dark water. The fairy was swimming anxiously about her face as though it was trying to tell her something. Without warning it darted away and she was alone. Her fingers began to go numb, and the breath was burning in her lungs. Black spots began appearing before her eyes as she sunk deeper and deeper. Suddenly there were more spots dancing in front of her eyes, only they weren’t like the black ones. The fairy was back, and with it several others. They grabbed a hold of her arms, and legs. Then, pulling as one, they began swimming back up to the surface taking Izzie with them.
Skit whirled around as the sound of coughing and sputtering broke his concentration. Izzies head had just broken the surface several yards out, just past the drop off point. How had she gotten that far out and why hadn't he noticed? As she reached the shore he watched in fascination as several water fairies swam off waving goodbye as they did so.
Izzie! Are you okay? He asked, on the edge of panic.
"I-I'm alright. I just had a little swim."Are you sure? Did you swallow water? Can you stand? WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT THERE?Izzie looked down in shame. She knew Skit didn't mean to yell, he never yelled. He was scared. The one thing he feared had happened.
"I'm sorry Skit. I didn't mean to scare you. I won't do it again."Oh little one… It's alright. I didn't mean to yell… I was just scared. Do… do you think we could go home now?"Please." Izzie agreed nodding.
"I think I need to sleep."Gathering up the blanket and shells she turned back towards the barracks.
Later that night Skit watched her nervously. Izzie had been no where near herself since coming back from the beach. What if she was sick? He couldn't take care of her. The best he could do would be to tell her how to care for herself, but what if she was too weak? Then what? He hated being a spirit, hated more then anything not having a physical body. Sometimes he just wanted to take her in his arms and hold her. It was a strange feeling, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. If she got sick… He wouldn't know what to do. The small child was curled in a ball amongst all the pillows staring blankly at the wall.
Izzie? What's wrong honey?"
Nothing Skit. I'm just tired."Are you sure?"Yes I'm sure." she uncharacteristically snapped back.
Izzie…"Just… Just go away for a little bit okay? I'll feel better in the morning after I've gotten some sleep."But…"Please Skit? I just want to sleep."Okay… I'll be here if you want me okay?"Alright. Goodnight Skit."Goodnight… Isabelle.
