ȻѦȘѦ ɗȩ ʘɌɌΊȻʘ - Șʈɑɍʈȩɗ

[Jaques Faizon]

ஜ ஒ ண--இ ஆ ௰

[A few hours pass.]

Marius looked up from his book as his ear twitched. He heard the approaching aircraft. He bookmarked the page in his novel and replaced it on the shelf. He stretched and mewed slightly at the relief in his cracking joints. He made his way out to the patio where he watched the dirigble landing on the pad just beside the isolation house.

When the engine began to slow, Marius saw his revered guest unboard. With her, she had a single large bag slung across her shoulder. Marius walked out to her and offered to carry her bag. She relinquished the satchel and the pair strode into the house and kitchen.

"How are you tonight, Sahip?" Mirana asked, once again referring to Marius' title as master, or owner.

"I am well, though my one houseguest is not. And rest easy, for it was not the same child as I took to you prior. Another was abused this evening in my home and another of my housemates performed basic first aid. I need you to complete his work. Also, none but the little raven and I know of our previous visit to your tent. I prefer it remain that way."

Mirana nodded. "I shall be discreet. Show me to the injured one."

"As you wish. This way."

Marius led Mirana upstairs, her bag on her shoulder once again. He invited himself into the sienna colored room and found four of his five slaves present. He heard the shower running in the adjacent bathroom and assumed that was where the last one was. Where Rose was.

"My lovelies, this is Mirana. She will be tending to Gracelyn. I would like you all to either leave the room, or sit across the room in complete silence. Also, tell Rose she needs so be finished now. Mirana needs silence during her art."  

[Jaques Faizon]

ஜ ஒ ண--இ ஆ ௰

Marius went over to Gracelyn for a moment. He gently eased the glass from her hands and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Mirana will make you feel new again. She is very good at what she does, I promise you. My only order for you tonight is to rest when she is done. No galavanting through the house, yes?" Marius joked.

Though Marius was genuinely concerned about Gracelyn's health, he knew she would be in good hands with Mirana. That being said, he left the room after a quick wink to the Jaegers and made his way back downstairs. He fixed himself a tall mug of Darjeeling and retrieved his novel from the shelf. The fire was weak, so Marius fed it and nursed it back so that it once again created a soothing heat throughout the room. He'd have to remind everyone they'd need a fire tonight in their rooms. He sipped at his tea as he reopened his book and kicked his feet up on the couch.

Meanwhile, Mirana quickly began setting up a makeshift workstation. From her bag, she pulled out what seemed to be an old blackwood folding table. The table which seemed physically impossible to even fit in the satchel to begin with. She also continued pulling out different herbs and spices and oils, bowls, a pestle and mortar, a few odd shaped sticks, and even a raven that she let perch on her shoulder. It seemed nearly impossible for any, let alone all of that stuff could even fit in the bag. Yet she still reached in, hand after hand, and retrieved a new ingredient from the magic bag.

She began to churn together an orange paste of ingredients and started humming a happy tune. The raven on her shoulder looked around curiously. Mirana set down her pestle and mortar and took Gracelyn's hands in hers. She didn't read her palms, simply gathered information on her wounds just by touching her skin. It wasn't as bad as Marius made it out to be. She'd be done relatively quickly.

"I'm going to coat your stitches and the bruising on your skin with some herbs and oils. You mustn't move too much, kız," she said, referring to Gracelyn as "girl." She relinquished her hands and took her paste up again, gently applying it to the sore flesh and scar, humming all the while.  

[Jaques Faizon]

ஜ ஒ ண- Mirana -இ ஆ ௰

Mirana saw the girl was fussing far more than the tiny raven-haird girl she had treated a few days prior.
"Take it easy, kiz. You're going to harm yourself further if I do not apply this salve. Şimdi dinlen," she said to Gracelyn. It meant 'rest now,' and seemed to have an immediate effect on the girl. She continued her humming and began a slow chant under her breath. The thick paste began to immediately absorb into Gracelyn's flesh, leaving no further bruising or swollen-ness.

"See now? No more pain there," she pointed to Gracelyn's face. "Now I shall finish."
Mirana tried again to apply the remainder of the salve to the stitching on the girl's ribs. No sooner did the concoction touch her skin did it absorb directly into her.

Mirana took a step back to admire her work. She smiled contently, but looked unhappy when the girl still winced in pain. It wasn't from her face or ribs, that was for sure, but her wrists looked red. Mirana took the girl's hands in her own and studied the sore spots.

"You mustn't wring your wrists. So delicate you are, kiz. You will leave some permanant damage." Mirana went to fixing another batch of the orange paste and applied it to her wrists. The end results were the same as prior. No more redness or bruising.

"You need something else to ease your stress." Mirana went over to her bag and dug her arm impossibly deep inside of it. She shuffled around for a few moments before retrieving a small satchel. She untied it and poured out several ovular stones, each with a slight concave indentation.

"Birini seçin," Mirana said. "Choose one. It is called a worry stone. When you feel the need to rub your wrists, you rub this stone instead with your thumb, like this." She demonstrated rubbing the stone with her thumb while holding it with her pointer and middle fingers.

"If you rub the stone and hum a tune, the stone shall take away your stress.' Mirana taught Gracelyn the song she had been humming the whole time. It was a simple healing melody that was passed through generations of healers. When Gracelyn had learned the song, Mirana emptied the remaining paste into a small black jar and left it on Gracelyn's nightstand. "If you need it, rub it in and hum that song."

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Mirana had cleaned up her vials and table and left the room to find Marius.