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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:10 am
This is a private RP for MoonKitsune's Fidel and PrincessEv's Nairne.
Please do NOT post without permission!
Thank you.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:29 am
It was almost surprising that it had been four months since Nairne had last seen and spoken with Fidel.
In that amount of time, Nairne had finished up her training, which greatly made her happy. Being around others
who did not understand her made the poor girl so uncomfortable.
Coming home didn't help much, either. By this time, Nairne had changed the way she made her fictitious remedies,
and all of the other potions she wanted gone. She knew now that her old potions couldn't cure everything, and that she
now refused to try and play God like she once did. So with all of this extra space, Nairne knew it was time to pack up
all of her things and head down the lane to another, nicer, smaller tree.
Most of her furniture and such had already been moved before, and it was only her potions that she had
left to move. Carefully she wrapped them all up, and placed them in boxes. Every now and then
she would try and move her bangs away, but being fringed, she found it near impossible. Maybe it was
worth it to look into a hair growth potion from the hair djardi next door. Nairne had already purchased
the hair curling potion, and it worked wonders for her. Big curls seemed to suit her face and the pigtail
hairstyle that she loved so. Her outfit had also changed, though it was something to discuss more
with the neighbor.
Nairne had finished packing her last potion and was heading out the door when suddenly she felt as if
she was leaving something behind. What?
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:53 am
Midir Ata'mogawas a patient man, which had helped in as a teacher through the years. His career after his own singing experience had taken on some of the most promising students he had seen, who had continued with their lessons and even today would thank him upon meeting him. However, in all his time as a teacher, Fidel continued to test his patience to the point that he continued to threat his parents that he would leave the child on his own for his talents to rot. Still, as much as he was patient, he was also stubborn, which meant he was unwilling to submit to the idea that Fidel had best him.
In the time that had passed, Fidel had not changed much. He grew, slightly, but nothing that would be worth noting as he still looked the same. He had his hair trimmed, and he was sporting horns that were slightly larger than before, but all of these were minor changes. The most minor was Fidel’s attitude. He continued, as usual, to ignore his teacher, and play with the Aishe in the area, and was taking great delight in some of the other Djardi who would be lured away from their caravans to play with the younger children. He found them a great sport, having not been exposed to the mind games and flirting that he picked up when he was a young boy, and almost found it sad that they were so vulnerable to even the smallest romantic advances. He had gone through 4 girlfriends in that time, and had started a promising fight between the 3 sisters who were now not speaking with each other. Rumor had it that they were now forgiving each other and stronger than ever, much to Fidel’s disappointment. There had also been more dances, but far less Djardi who attended on a regular bases. Out of all of these, Fidel saw Nairne less and less, though heard from his friends that she was well. That is, he never directly asked, but would poke fun at them and they would tell him without knowing. Still, as much as as 4 months past, he was still a boy as much as he was before.
A pouting groan came from under the mound of blankets and pillows, causing the blonde-haired teacher to frown, grabbing his jacket and some coins. “You know your limitations. Everyone has told you this, and yet you continue to think you can prove us wrong. You brought this upon yourself. Honestly, what good did you think would come from dancing?”
“It was only a few dances.” Fidel whined, wiggling out from the blankets. He was wearing a white nightgown with lacing about the cuffs and white, flower-shaped buttons. His hair was haphazard, and his brow was creased as he sat up on the bed, miserably pulling on a tassel on one of the oversized pillows on his bed.
“And look what good it did you. I’m not here to grow hoarse taking care of you. You’re old enough to know this. Let’s hope your pain will be a reminder to you to remain off it. You won’t be going to any dances at least for a while with the way you are now.”
The boy pouted on the bed, yanking harder on the pillow’s tassel as he looked at his leg. His braces were off, and he wasn’t wearing pants, and the exposed right knee was slightly bigger than the other. It had swollen over the night and felt hot to the touch. He also had a slight fever due to the strain, and felt no desire to do anything but complain and try and get Midir to pamper him.
“It’s a good thing that we have some Djardi here, else you would just have to suffer till we got to town.” He shoved his arm into his cloak sleeve and started to button them up. It was miserable outside, and it was already getting cloudy. Rain was on it’s way and traveling had been postpone. Looking out his window, Fidel noticed that some of the flags legs from the party were still outside, waving in the distance where the bomb fires were long since extinguished and now dull, black mounds of burnt wood. The caravans were barren of people and looked deserted under a gray sky.
“Stay here and off your leg. I’m going to get a healer for you.”
“No.” Fidel said, sitting up and turning to him. Midir stopped, pausing at the door to look across Fidel’s cabin. His bed was set up in a wooden box, with a purple curtains drawn back to show him sitting inside. The blonde looked at him with large eyes, and for a faint moment, Midir noticed that Fidel was still young and very frail.
“Don’t send for a Djardi. Just stay with me. I’m sure if you comfort me all day, I’ll heal on my own.” He cooed, smiling as he tilted his head against a curling knee. “I can comfort you if you want too.”
“There is hot tea by your bed. Drink it and sleep.” Midir ordered, his face clearly against such a proposal. Turning, he opened the door and headed out.
Frowning, Fidel took his blanket and threw it over his head. He didn’t want a healer. He didn’t want to stay in bed. He felt ugly, and he couldn’t even get up and fix his hair. He didn’t look pretty right now, and he certainly didn’t want company.
Midir walked the caravans, looking for any that still had their lights on. Last night had been another party, and he knew some of the Djardi that had taken a break from work to celebrate were probably suffering from hangovers, or since it was dark outside due to the rainclouds, were probably sleeping in, having no plans. The Aishe camp was quite, sleeping off their drink and dancing as usual. It made finding someone difficult, so he walked looking around the camps for anyone available. He didn’t want to be caught in the rain. As he navigated about, he noticed someone up on a hill, and seeing she had modest clothing, perked with attention. Finally. Slowly he made his way up the hill, waving to the girl in advance. “Young lady. Do you know if any of your masters or mistresses are about. My pupil is sick.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:43 pm
Placing the box on the ground, she searched the house one last time. Something still seemed to be...out of place.
Perhaps it was just because this had become her home, and not having things where they once were just seemed
odd. Shrugging, she turned to go downstairs when something caught her eye.
There appeared to be something shiny under one of the floorboards, or so it seemed when she swayed back
and forth and the light would catch it. Walking over, she pulled it up to find that she was right.
Inside was an old bottle, one that Nairne had not seen in a long time. It seemed as if it was placed there
for just this time. Well, whatever time it was. Taking it, she held it in her hand for a few moments, just
admiring it. The bottle was perfectly square, with an old cork top that looked like it came from
a wine bottle. Inside was swirling pink and yellow liquid, and It had an old faded tag that read simply "remedy" on
it. At that moment, there seemed to be a light that went on in the back of her head, but why?
Turning to go downstairs, she found the old lady's (the one that she had trained with for those past few months)
grandson, who offered to take the box to her new home and she accepted with a large grin. He was such a
sweet boy.
Turning and taking one last look, she sighed, and walked outside.
The weather seemed to be grim today, with dark clouds hanging overhead, and the slight
smell of old woodfire lingering in the air. For Nairne, this would usually be a great time to go out and collect
raindrops and ash for her potions, but not on this day. She needed to unpack now.
Taking three steps, she heard a voice behind her. He was an older man who was richly dressed, and probably an aishe.
Trying not to frown, she listened to what he had to say without discriminating against his choice of tribe.
"Well," she began as her eyes ran down the lane, "there is an older female Djardi just three houses down that
may be of service. I trained under her, and she is very good." Nodding, she also handed
him the potion that she had just come across. "I used to make healing potions for that sort of thing, I
guess. I'm not sure how he got hurt, but this should help." Easily she held out the bottle, but when he
took it, she wondered if this was a coincidence. "Who might this be for, anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:17 pm
Midir followed the young Djardi’s gaze, following down to count the caravans to pick out the house he was directed to. As much as he cared for Fidel’s wellbeing, being his guardian, he was not thrilled about being out all day looking for a healer. He wasn’t even sure if there was a healer that specialized in this sort of thing. With everyone having specialized tasks, and one healer being different from the next, he wasn’t sure how many could help him. If it came down to it, Fidel would have to weather the full blunt of the storm until his fever was over and the swelling went down. The very thought of having to watch over Fidel while he complained or tried to flirt with him, having no one else around, was enough to give him a migraine.
In addition to this, the young girl handed him a bottle that she said might be able to help. He wondered if it was a cure-all potion, and held it, before turning and fishing out some coins from his bag. “I cannot simply take this. Please, let me pay for it.” He said, handing her some gold. “And thank you. I wanted to find someone before the storm started.” He smiled, once again renewed in that young people could be sweet and well-mannered. Every time he entered Fidel’s cabin, he would start doubting.
“My pupil’s name is Fidel. He went dancing against his family’s orders and has hurt his leg in the process. It’s swollen, and he’s now sick with a fever due to the stress.” He said, looking down the aisle. “I thank you for your help. My name is Midir Ata'moga. If you should need any help in the future, I am in your debt.” He nodded, before setting the bottle delicately in his pocket. “I must be off before the storm starts. Thank you one again. You said three caravans down?” He pointed in the direction and nodding, headed down the hill towards the cabin.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:44 pm
There seemed to be many surprises today. First the finding of the mysterious potion, then
the running into of a man who would not only pay her, but also had Fidel as his pupil. She couldn't help her eyes as they grew,
but the slight 'huh' was on purpose.
"Yes, down that way," she pointed again, nodding. "If this potion doesn't work, then take him
to her and she should be more of service to you. The one I gave you simply helps with pain. It has no side effects...
unless you consider it knocking him out a side effect." She tried not to grin, thinking about how she should
have found this potion so much earlier. It was the potion...her mother used to sell.
"Please, keep the money," she insisted. "Anyone who can put up with Fidel's rudeness needs it. You must
be amazing if you're willing to put up with that, Mister Ata'moga." Nairne crossed her arms, and
huffed. "I've met him on atleast two occasions, both where I fell for
his charms. I hope he gets better, but
I just can't trust someone like that."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:57 pm
Midir smiled, generally liking a girl with a good head on her shoulders. Once again, Fidel’s reputation proceeded him, and the teacher was at least glad that this Djardi was willing to help him instead of refusing her services or assistance out of spite or a grudge. That was the shining quality in Djardis to begin with. They put their own personal feelings aside to help those in need, be it a thief with a broken hand or a runaway with a broken heart. It was something that often refreshed the Aishe community to consider what was important, but as usual, tended to be forgotten quickly once they were out of sight.
Still, he had his principles and would not let her refuse. “No. I cannot feel well unless I pay you. Please, for my own sake. If you need an excuse, say that you are humoring me.” He smiled and set the gold back into her hand, and made sure to refuse any gesture for her to return it. He’d also dodge any way of reverse pick pocketing if he had to. He was thin and in turn, nimble.
“I’m glad you have the sense to learn from Fidel, as many already have. He seems more a life lesson than anything else, and I personally excuse his behavior. Despite my own discipline, I have yet to produce any fruitful changes in him. If he gets to you, please alert the Aishe leader, but he’s a very minor threat in the long run. If you keep your wits about you and don’t fall for his advances, you will easily see that as well.” He said, setting a hand on her shoulder as he nodded to her. His eyes looked up and he noticed that it was starting to sprinkle.
“You should hurry indoors. It’s going to be raining soon, and I believe we’ll be in for quite a downpour. Good day to you, Miss..Oh, I did not receive your name.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:55 am
This time, Nairne accepted the payment. She didn't hold it out again, but instead seemed to put it away in an unknown
pocket. In her mind, maybe she could tip the nice male who had
helped her move. He deserved it, after all, for taking time away from
making his precious ruu ruu plants. Which he said...was a cross between
catnip and raspberry leaves. Nairne did not ask much more than that.
As she continued to listen to Midir speak, the sprinkle everyone had been
waiting for began. It was slow now, but with those clouds, it was sure to pick
up.
"Oh, right!" She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. How could she
have been so rude? "My name is Nairne. If you need my help, or the old lady I
told you about, you know where to find us. I'm just a few houses down from her." Nodding, she turned to leave.
Until...
"Oh, yes and...please do tell Fidel I said hello. Though, I doubt he'd remember
me."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 11:10 am
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Nairne. I’ll keep your address in mind, and be sure to tell Fidel of your well wishes.” He bowed slightly before a little sprinkle on his nose told him that etiquette would have to be rushed in light of the weather. Nodding, he gestured his goodbyes and started to head down the hill.
It was a good thing he dressed more moderately than the other Aishe, as he didn’t think he’d like being wet over his clothes just being damp, and though the rain usually meant his long sleeves and clothes grew heavy with rain, he at least felt better than the other Aishe who shivered. He was mindful of the weather, and hoped he could get what he needed before it got too heavy.
When he arrived at the door, he knocked and waited, checking the sky and trying to estimate the time he still had left.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:42 pm
By now it was seconds from pouring, and the old lady rubbed her knees. Oh how
the rain made her knees hurt. It seemed almost ironic, as the old lady could have
easily fixed her pain otherwise.
She was arguing with herself on whether to get up or not when there was a knock
at the door. 'Well that's appropriate' she thought, smirking. Seconds later she
was up and at the door, though limping. Opening it, she saw the older man that
Nairne had just spoken with minutes before.
"Well hello there!" she exclaimed, trying to straighten up. "How may I be of service? Must be important if you're out in this weather."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:45 pm
There was that threatening gust right before the rain started, and Midir started to tuck his hair back and pull up the hood of his cloak, preparing himself for the worst, and by the darkness in the clouds, it would be. Despite knowing he was being a good person in taking care of his charge, he really was bitter by the fact that despite feeling that Fidel should be grateful, he would get nothing of the sort. He hoped whatever remedy the Djardi woman had was either terribly tasting or stung like the dickens, or better yet, both!
The master gave a sigh of relief when he saw the older Djardi open her door, and placed a hand to his chest in inward thanks. “You’d be very correct. My charge is ill. His leg is swollen from strain, and the swelling has caused him to have a fever. If there is anything that would remedy this, be it something for the fever, pain, or swelling, I would be most grateful, taking into account I have come on such short notice.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:33 pm
Tilly couldn't help but eye him, trying to figure out what tribe he was from. Upon
hearing that someone needed her
help, however, it no longer matter. Listening more closely to what he had to say,
she found that he needed a pain relieving
powder, or something to ease the troubles of the hurt one. Grabbing a nearby
cane, she limped toward the back, giving the man a 'follow me' gesture.
As she approached the back, she lifted back a curtain that led to another room. Inside were shelves filled with all sorts
of bottled powders. "Now, I have several that may help you," she explained,
pointing to each one. "Shall I explain them to you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:17 pm
Midir nodded and followed her into the cabin just as a hard gust of wind and rain pushed into the cabin. Following her, he made his introduction, telling her he was Midir Ata'moga, knowing it was polite at least to tell her who he was. Entering, he considered what was best for Fidel. When he entered the back, he looked about, amazed by the sheer number of various remedies. Djardi of any profession amazed him, mainly for the fact he could only wonder what each bottle contained and instead had the simple pleasure of wondering and being amazed by their colors.
Quick to get back to attention, he nodded. “It would be helpful. I know nothing about medicine aside from how to calm down a fever or treat a minor wound. We do not get too many Djardi to teach the Aishe camp about even the simple basics, and I do not want to wind up doing anything damaging to my ward.” The last thing he wanted was to cause Fidel’s leg to fall off or to turn it an odd color. He wouldn’t hear the end of it from both Fidel and his parents.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 3:59 pm
Placing a finger to her chin, she considered what would be best. Had she been aware that it was Fidel, she
probably would have given him a harsher herb. This man, Midir, made no
comment on who the child was, however, so she choose to tell him about
the better powders. Placing a hand on one of them, she took a deep breath.
"This one is known as healer's balm. It's placed on the lips, but it takes a day or two to help the pain go away and to help
heal whatever is wrong. Just
mix it with water." Pulling her hand back, she took three steps and
placed it on another bottle. "This one is called mending powder. It works the same
as the healer's balm, but it's a bit faster and you place it with
water in a tub. It's my favorite." Smiling, she again took back her hand, turned,
and this time, took something from the shelf behind her.
The smile faded as her eyes laid upon one jar. "I have something that works
instantly, but it's a bit painful. You did not want it, right?"
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