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 Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 12:43 am
Rath sat down and looked at the spot the thing patted. He grabbed Casala's hand, lifted it up and looked underneath. Nothing but dirt, not a thing. He wondered if it was playing a game and looked at its eyes. Rath didn't show any signs of pain for his wounds, even if they did sting. The silly fuzzy's should know better.
With his leg nice and clean 'cept for the red wet, Rath showed Casala his ouches. While he did that, he looked Casala over closely, he was wondering many things about it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:00 am
One of Casala's braids slides over a slim shoulder, but she ignores it. Rath's inspection is met with soft grey skin with swirls of dark blue that peek out from under her brown leather top and skirt, her garb's beads rattling softly as she rearranges the pouches on her lap. Her blue eyes bring out the highlights in her long dark blue hair with its occasional ribbon wrapped braid, just as the diamond shaped light blue gem on her forehead does the same for the near same color of her feathered wings that are currently tucked up and folded behind her.
Used to having many eyes on her, or at least those of a less physical nature, she doesn't even notice when Rath studies her intently as she does the same for the bleeding holes in his leg. "That beast has a lot of sharp teeth," she remarks as she tests Rath's skin with a tenative fingertip, ready to whip it off of him at a moment's notice. When her skin doesn't start to smoke or peel away like the rind of an orange, she visibly relaxes. "And it got a firm hold on this leg, that's for certain," she continues as she applies light pressure to the sides of the wounds to test for bruising. Normally she'd relie on her eyes for such things, but Rath's skin is so dark that she figures that would take far too long.
"Thank you for chasing it off," she starts again, looking for a means of conversation, even if she's the only one talking. She keeps her voice light and soft, hopefully it serving as a distraction from any discomfort her efforts may cause. "I didn't expect to see any other Pae'il out here."
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:32 am
Rath sniffed quietly, getting use to the smell of Casala. Casala although smelled like the wet stuff, sort of smelled like flowers, yes, very flowery. Rath suddenly felt very warm all of a sudden, like flushy all over and didn't seem to notice at all what Casala was up to, he just seemed to be curious about it talking and its look.
Rath heard the thank you and nodded and patted Casala's shoulder, telling it that it was all fine. Fuzzy's didn't know any better at times, they were big and dumb and Rath had to show them that they were not food. He pointed at Casala and himself, making a gesture of eating and then shook his head. That's right, not food, silly fuzzy's.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:43 am
At the pat on her shoulder she looks up, meeting red eyes with those of blue. The gesture doesn't quite register with her at first, a flicker of confusion crossing her features before she realizes that he might be asking her if she's hungry, and then telling her that he doesn't have any food to share. Or is it that he's hungry and he's asking if she has anything to share, because he doesn't have anything to eat? Either way, she figures the solution is the same. "I brought some fruit with me, if you'd like some," she offers while fiddling with one of the pouches on her belt, opening up its lid to reach within and retreive one of the apples she'd tucked away that morning. She holds out the shiny red piece of fruit to Rath with a warm smile.
Veron resettles on top of Casala's head as she holds out the apple, buzzing softly. It had been checking the fringe of the trees to be sure the loud and dangerous beastie wasn't about to come back, and now that it is fairly certain it won't, it's not about to leave Casala alone with Rath if it can help it.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 2:28 am
Rath eyed over the red thing and remembers now, that is food. He grins, Casala didn't understand him, but that didn't matter because it had foods. Rath grabs it up quickly and munches heavily into the red juicey thing. It tasted good, not squirrel good, but good.
He smiled as he munched, and was already halfway through when he spied the bug on Casala's head blinked. Munching still he held a finger to his lips and slowly raised a hand in the the air to swat the bug. Suddenly it was joined by another one, it was the one that followed Rath all the time and he couldn't hit. Rath took another bite and pointed to Casala's head and her bugs.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 2:56 am
He'd snatched the apple from her hand as if he hadn't eaten in days, and she softens her smile as a result. Poor fellow, out here on the edge of civilization, and obviously alone. Maybe he's even been alone his whole life? She frowns slightly, that thought disturbing her greatly. Perhaps she is over thinking things. It is possible that he just doesn't like to talk, and that's why he's only used hand gestures to communicate.
Like what he's doing right now by pointing up at her head, or something on it. Is he indicating Veron? She lifts a hand to swish it over her head, her fingers bumping into her guardian and then into his, if it has any solidity to it. "Oh, that's just Veron," she explains, though she is curious as to how Veron lured the other guardian onto her head. "I presume the other guardian is yours?"
Glancing down, she realizes that he's still bleeding and redirects her hands to opening up leather bags and sorting through their contents. Soon she has a small mortar and pestle on the ground in front of her, with various herbs dropped into the stone bowl. As she waits for Rath's reply, glancing up now and then to hopefully catch whatever signals he sends, she starts to grind away at the assortment she's selected.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:35 am
Rath watched the bugs carefully as he chewed big chunks out of the red juicey thing. He blinked as they didnt move from Casala's head, but he was still suspicious and it showed on his face. Hearing Casala talk he shook his head as he munched, the bug was not his, it just followed him around.
Rath looked down at Casala's thing it was putting leaves and things in. He wondered what Casala was up to, maybe making a nummy foods? Leaning down, he watched curiously, sniffing once in a whle as Casala mushed it up. And looking up at Casala, he quickly pointed behind Casala and mocked a shocked face. When Casala turned its back, Rath quickly dabbed his finger into the mush and tasted it. Bleh!! this was not nummy foods!Rath began spitting the stuff out to the side, and began rubbing the red juicey thing on his tongue to rid himself of the taste.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:50 am
What was behind her? Had the beast returned?! She spun so quickly that she nearly lost her mortar, remembering it at the last second and gripping it tightly to keep it from escaping her hand. Seeing nothing behind or to the sides of her, she stops twisting about at the waist to serve Rath with a questioning look. "Was there something behind me?" she asks, bewildered at missing what he had wanted her to see.
She goes back to grinding away at what is left of the lumps of herbs, not stopping till all is but a fine paste. Once that is done, she lays down a square of cloth next to the bowl and places folded strips of linen on top of that. She glances at Rath's leg every now and then, as if calculating the right amount based on what she sees there.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:15 am
Rath still scraped the red juicey on his tongue, trying to get the yuck off his tongue. He looked disgusted at the mushy stuff Casala was making, deffinately not foods. He didn't seem to care about his leg one way or another, the red wet would stop sometime right?
Rath stuffed the remainder of the red juicey thing in his mouth and chewed on it as he leaned in close to Casala and wondered what exactly it was up to. It looked all very strange and new, ..yucky, but new. He wondered howlong Casala would be, as he wanted to go home soon.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:32 am
She very nearly smacks Rath's cheek with her own as she gets into a crouch, backing away a few inches to put distance between them. "Ah, pardon me," she excuses politely, partially to cover up how flustered being that close to a Pae that classifies as male made her. Blasted hormonal changes...
She hops to her feet and scurries over to the edge of the water, glad for the task of filling up an empty waterskin and then returning with it. "Stretch out your leg, please," she asks, helping with that with an arm before dousing his lower leg with the water from the skin to further clean his wound, and a safe distance from the bowl and linens to keep the future bandages dry.
That done, she puts the waterskin away in the pouch she retreived it from, and kneels to start work on the poultice intended for his leg. She smears layers of linen with the mixture she's concocted, then smushes each one atop the other to make an ever thicker bandage. When the fifth is complete, she grips Rath's ankle to keep him from squirming away. "This is ging to sting a bit at first, but it'll be all the better for it in the end. Now, hold still..." She attempts to press the business end of the poultice against the wound, holding it in place if she succeeds.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:54 am
Rath frowned at first, why should he have to stretch his leg? couldn't Casala just go to his leg instead. Hmphing he stretched out both his legs, not sure which one Casala was talking about. Sitting there he watched Casala put the mushy yuck onto some ripped up stuff. Rath had no idea what that meant.
Rath raised an eyebrow at the word sting, sting did not sound good at all. It didn't feel good either, it made ouchies up his leg and he wasn't happy. Rath growled at the mushe going on his leg. Damn mush, no hurtings! He didn't move at all though, he wondered what Casala was doing and why it wanted to hurts him so.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 3:54 am
"I know, that must hurt, right?" Casala sounds very sympathetic, even though she keeps constant pressure against Rath's wound. "I promise it lessens over time. Just hold still now, and it will be over all the faster."
Swiftly she alternates between holding the poultice in place and wrapping the remaining linen around it. She keeps the wrapping comfortably snug, covering the entirity of the herb soaked bandage with the strips. She finally ties off her efforts at the back of his leg and then the front. "There. Now, just make sure to not take these off for a few days, and don't get the bandages wet."
"You understand me, right?" She leans back to try and get a good look at his face to register his reaction to her words. "Don't take it off, and no getting it wet." She points to his bandaged leg for emphasis. "Understand?"
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:13 am
Rath leaned down and sniffed at the wrapping, it was like the one Kaelin put on him, just smelly. That was a good thing, Rath's hand was better after Kaelin helped. Rath pulled his leg up and close to his face to inspect it, he was pretty flexible it seemed. He didn't hear what Casala said the first time and then peered round his leg to look at Casala. The second time he understood, right, no wet, no taking off. He was only listening to Casala because it knew how to fix him, make him feel better. But if it got annoying he was going to rip it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:33 am
Well, he'd looked straight at her, and he seemed to understand... Good enough. She plucks up her bowl and the mortar, then heads back to the lake to kneel down and start washing both. "I have more apples if you want another," she calls over her shoulder while dislodging a stubborn bit of leaf from inside the bowl.
Veron gives a warning buzz from on top of her head, and she ducks down in time to avoid the pebble that skittered down from the top of the cliff that looms over the lake. Oh no... Keeping a tight grip on what she's in the middle of washing, she tips her head back to stare up at the edge of the grassy ledge, only to see a very familiar face peering back down at her. She's never felt so relieved in her life! "Hello up there!" she calls with a wave.
"Hello, yourself!" calls back a leather clad elven female, waving back down to the dark blue haired Pae with her free hand, the other too busy gripping the handle of a sword with a blade that looks to be just about as long as the woman is tall. That very sword soon disappears from sight but for the tip of its handle when its slid into the sheath on the woman's back. "I'm coming down!" she announces before backing up, the top of her head disappearing from view. A few seconds later, a blur of movement than can be translated to those with a flair for watching bodies in motion as the same woman somersalts through the air in a sort of dive, towards the end of which she untucks her body and slices through the water with her hands together in front of her. She resurfaces a couple of minutes later, and starts to swim to where Casala is now standing, having already dried off both bowl and mortar and tucked them away in one of her belt's pouches. The woman accepts Casala's offered hands, and together they get her out of the lake.
"Thanks, Cass," the elf says while stepping to the side to give her braided hair a good shake, water droplets flying off of her like rain. "Now, what in the hells are you doing on this side of the island? It's damn dangerous in that forest there. I had to play cat and mouse with one hulk of a beastie before I could get in a good jab and put the thing out of its misery. Looked like it'd gotten into a good scrap and lost. I certainly wouldn't want to see you be in its position. Oh, and who's your friend, dear?" She looks over to Rath, provided that he's still there.
Casala turns around as Eirnae asks her last question, deciding that the rest of what her mother has said can be addressed later. "I fell into the lake, mother, and he saved me. I was running from something, and it's likely that you finished off what we started. Thank you for that. His name is Rath."
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:52 am
Rath sat upright when his ears twitched hearing a sound in the air and looking over at Casala. It was washing the yucky stuff into his drink. Rath frowned and was going to run over and smack Casala when a big thing appeared. It was really tall and funny looking, Rath knew it wasn't a thing like him and Casala but wasn't a fuzzy either.
Rath growled lightly and crouched, edging towards Casala incase it wanted to attacke. Then it suddenly dove into the wet stuff, his drink! Rath was not happy at the amount of things dropping in his drink. He watched curiously as Casala and the thing began to talk and touch and things. What ever this thing was, it wasn't going to hurt Casala at least. Rath then heard his name and looked at Casala, then the now wet thing and wondered why he was mentioned.
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