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Startling blue eyes opened when the healer picked Lyre up. Her hood fell back to reveal pure white hair the color of the snow around them. In places it was stained pink from blood tho whose it was impossible to really say."Soren it is you," she whispered weakly though frozen, blue lips. She didn't know that he wouldn't understand anymore than the name she uttered. There was a cracking sound as she pulled her arm away from the wound on her stomach. "Help me." With the arm gone the wound began to bleed sluggishly. It was a deep gash that left vital things exposed. If her arm hadn't been there while she was moving her insides would have been spilling out and she'd be dead already. A very serious wound and she'd known it all too well. After her last words her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out one final time.




"I hate it when it gets this cold," Lethe muttered, mostly to herself, as she trudged through the snow in the empty streets on the way into town. She was bundled in a worn coat that the cold managed to bite through no matter how tightly she pulled it around herself. Usually she kept to the woods, away from Human towns and Humans in general. Animals understood her better than they did after all. Her only reason for coming into the town now was for shelter against the frigid mountain cold.
Beside her, struggling through the snow just as much as she was a wolf dog. He growled in agreement with her complaint just as the bird flying overhead cried out in its agreement as well. Lethe smiled, just a bit, at their replies. These creatures were her only friends in the world and she liked it that way.The trio came to a halt by the side of a tavern, exhausted, hungry, and cold. Lethe ran a hand through her long blond hair the color of fresh straw. "Too bad we don't have any gold, copper, or even silver," she muttered. "A nice warm room sounds nice right about now with a nice warm meal. Even if it is among Humans." The wolf dog barked his agreement this time as the bird, an eagle, landed on her shoulder. Sadly huddling outside the tavern was the best they could do with nothing to pay for a room with.

The brown haired male let out a long sigh as he pushed a hand onto his forehead. He had stopped walking and had turned around," I guess the Tavern really is the only place to get something to eat. I guess I'll just have to be sure not to order anything that will make me do things I regret. Or any food I will regret in the morning." He chuckled a tiny bit as his stomach grumbled, his hand moved from his forehead to his stomach and he let out another sigh.

He got back to the Tavern to see a person wearing a worn coat with a wolf and eagle with her. He cocked his head, wondering why someone would be waiting outside the Tavern instead of going inside. He walked over to them and said slowly, hoping not to startle them," Why are you waiting out here in the cold? "He crouched down a bit, his head still cocked a frown on his face.

(Lyre's unconscious so no part for her atm. Also this will be a short reply because my computer might crash any second.)


Lethe jumped and whirled to face the speaker. Her eyes narrowed when she saw it was a human. When she jumped her companions shrieked and growled and the wolf dog moved to stand between her and the human. "What do you want Human," she asked. "If nothing then leave us be. We don't like your kind."

___Slither finished the third cycle of her chant and sung a small serenade of soothing, to cause the healing wounds to feel at rest and settle into the healing which she had caused them to initiate with vigor and fortitude. Her serenade was brief, no more than four lines, and came from a deep language of the underworld, where peace was well known to the restful dead, making her spell all-the-more potent at getting the fallen warrior's body and mind to relax and numb through any of the potential pain that healing so rapidly could cause. She noticed the healer had stopped speaking to listen to her chant, and grew a little self-conscious, encouraging her to sing more gently, yet with greater effort, making the song all the more beautiful and eerie, thus also more effective. When she was finished, still walking smoothly in slow glides behind the healer and the fallen warrior, she spoke up in response to the healer's words.

___"Isn't Soren the name of one of the children of a general of the armies of Lunaris? Perhaps my recollection is misleading, but I've heard rumors about the children of the higher-ups in the war effort. Maybe the one I'm thinking of was Sarren..." Her long, smooth voice trailed off slowly as she spoke, talking almost more to herself than to the healer, though she was obviously addressing him directly. Slither's wings stretched and fluttered behind her as her right hand rose to start curling her hair around her fingers. The bag was still hanging on her left shoulder, held up by her left hand gripping its handles. "So... she could be a foreigner, couldn't she?" Slither's voice curled around itself, trailing out of her throat as smooth as silk and twice as soft. "I've heard rumors of great landscapes beyond the islands to the north. Far East and around a trail of islands is supposedly a great landscape of volcanoes and ash and lush land with fertile soil." Slither huffed, her body heaving lightly as she blew a small gust of air out of her mouth, it shown like moist smoke in the cold air and slowly rose to dissipate just above her head. "So... so long as what? What were you going to say?" Slither asked, prying for the healer to finish his sentence.

(Back! I have my new laptop booted up and ready to go!)

"Why do you wish to know such a thing," Lethe asked. Her eyes were narrowed, her tone suspicious. However, despite her outward appearance her teeth were chattering behind her lips when she didn't speak. Despite her clothing she was freezing. The wolf dog continued to growl at him, getting ready to lunge and bite him. Above the eagle cried out a shriek.

___Slither noticed the healer looking around himself to check what was nearby, possibly looking for on-lookers. 'Is he afraid of being seen?' She wondered to herself, 'Perhaps he's afraid that whatever had wounded the girl so despicably is still after her, and is on the look-out for the culprits?' It was anyone's guess what he was looking for, but he seemed to be comforted by the empty, desolate streets and continued moving the girl's body into a fair-sized, quaint-looking building. Slither nodded encouragingly as he ordered they worry about getting her warm and healed first, then worry about her past. "Of course, healer, anything you say." She cooed comfortingly, "Her health should be our primary concern; you just tell me if there's anything you need me to do..." Slither let out a half-smile and looked caringly into the healer's eyes, though if he could tell in the dark of the streets was, again, a complete guess.

___Slither nodded excitedly at the healer's warning that she might feel odd inside of the house, and the suggestion that having magic in one's veins amplified it. She supposed it was something to do with the house being a healer's dens, and suited to the privacy and care of the well-being of those seeking refuge within. Privacy was important for injured folk, so the protection of the secrecy regarding their holding was vital to a good healer's craft. You didn't want whatever'd gotten them hurt nor whoever'd take advantage of them in such a state knowing about their stay in your domicile; it was too risky to their recovery. Slither smiled boldly, an enticing and tempting smile, wide across her thin face with her wry but full lips curling; "I'll be careful, then." She followed the healer into the house and was pleasantly surprised. The house felt like the songs of good carolers around the holidays. It was a pleasant and soothing atmosphere, and brought peace to her already comfortable heart. "Be careful you say? I feel I could sleep in this." She cooed, letting her fingers play with each other as she stood somewhat awkwardly in the entryway, being uncertain as to where to go. She looked curiously around at the interior of the house. There was an old man in a chair, surrounded by a fireplace and some other chairs, there was a small recovery ward and a workshop for the healing arts paired beside each other... the house was surprisingly large inside, for how large it looked from the outside. "So," The elegant figure of Slither Faeitta offered a humble shrug, "Where should we set her, and where do you want me to set your bag, healer?"

Lyre stirred the second he walked in and opened her bright blue eyes. "Here," she rasped. "Here, here." With that she passed out again. She'd been following the old magic in the house, hunting it, searching for it. It was the feel of Soren's magic she'd been chasing. The man didn't hold it but the house did, the power so similar to her own mark. That magic, that feeling, was the only familiar thing in the world she'd woken to and she'd followed it relentlessly.


Lethe sighed. "Well Human for the record I have no coin and no shelter," she said. "This is the warmest spot in the town so here I am. Now be on your way." With that she turned away from him and huddled closer to the wall. She knew the kitchen was on the other side of it, thus why it was so warm. Without any coin, copper, silver, or gold, she couldn't get a room and this was the best she could do.