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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:01 am
  THIS IS A PRIVATE ROLEPLAY BETWEEN SARANGEREL -BIKICAKES- & JING LIU -HELLOTEA-.-please do not post without permission!-__________________________________________________________
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:14 am
Sara had many responsibilities, though seeing as she was heading out on her pilgrimage in less than a week, it seemed off that a new client had suddenly been handed over to her. Never the less, she took up the job with the enthusiasm that she approached all her patients with. If she was going to be leaving, she wanted to make totally sure that the woman would still remain in the world of the living on her return so they could continue the treatment. The lady in question was Jing Mei, a noble woman who found herself in a deep depression, from her notes it had come clear early on that the main cause of this was heartbreak. Some might not see such a thing as an actual illness, which was probably why she was thrown at the conduit on such short notice, never the less the woman was clearly ill and Sara for one knew that mental illness was as damaging as any physical injury. She felt sorry for her and could clearly empathize, heartache was not something the conduit was a stranger to and she knew how deep a scar like that could cut. Physical wounds healed, mental ones lasted forever if not longer.
So for this week she had dedicated herself to helping her in any way she could, it was a lot to take on on top of having to get her affairs in order, but she had plenty of time to relax when she was in the mountains, miles and miles away from the nearest civilization and her closest friends. She did not know what to think of this journey, on the one hand it was her last test before priesthood, on the other it was the end of her current life as she knew it. As people kept saying, when she came back everything would have changed and nothing would be the same. That thought terrified her, more so than she was willing to admit. So for now, burring herself in her responsibilities was the best remedy for her troubled thoughts.
After spending a few hours with the woman she saw some slight progress, even though it was a somewhat unusual religion in Lunaria, the practice of Mongolian Shamanism was simple. Every illness, every misfortune was caused by the spirits and the cure was to sooth them and restore the balance - sometimes this involved finding lost parts of the soul in the spirit world and there was no symbolism quite as fitting as reconstructing the shards of a shattered heart. Mei seemed to be reacting well to the spirit magic, all conduits had the ability to enhance the soul, resort some of the vitality that was lost - it might only be for a short while, but with any luck it would inspire some hope. It was hope that was going to cure her and unfortunately that was not something that Sara could just inject her with, this was going to be a challenging (if not interesting) case.
The teal haired woman headed outside, wanting to get a breath of fresh hair before she headed back home to her small hut out in the forest. Ghostly eyes looked around the garden as she came to lean on one of its rocks, the chilly breeze disturbing her long locks of hair. If there was any source of fire she would have lit up her drag, but that seemed to have to wait till she got home. Funnily enough, she realized she had not met her patients son, which she found quite odd. She did not know much about him, the woman had mentioned he was called Liu but besides that the image she had of him was totally blank. It was a shame really, she would have liked to get to know the family more if all possible - it could not be easy for him, having to see his mother in such a way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:55 am
aigoo i'm sorry this is somewhat depressing, but liu is always sad when it comes to his mother.
Jing Liu placed his hands upon the bark of the willow's trunk, his eyes drifting over the serene garden and fingers curling in the dips and curves within the wood. He never liked seeing his mother when she was in the particularly bad throes of her illness. She did not throw temper tantrums – it was worse. Liu couldn't stand it when he watched her look out the window like something was waiting for her out there. So he'd kept out of the way for the entire few days and whenever the conduit decided to visit. Rude, but necessary. And he didn't think Mongolian Shamanism could help the tired woman, he didn't think medicines could either on that note, but it was all worth a try, wasn't it? For his mother.
His mother was a beautiful lady; even sick and ever exhausted, her hair retained its pearly white and her eyes their gentle shade of periwinkle blue. Her personality was not the same – but Liu had never known a mother other than the one he had now, motherly but never enough. He'd learned to work around her, cooking for her and setting her to work whenever he'd find her staying out the window yet again. It was an endless process, but Liu loved his mother and he knew she loved him too. She just loved someone else more. Liu felt only curiosity, and a twinge of irritation towards the person who had never been his father yet retained the title. Sometimes, when his mother was particularly tired and hardly aware of what she was saying, she would curl him into her arms and tell stories of a man with hair the shade of cerulean blue, eyes the lightest grey, and a laugh that could shake nations.
The wind howled in the distance, a sheer, piercing sound. Liu winced, clutching at his thin robes, and realized how melancholy and depressing he was being, not to mention drifting off. Again. Forcing out a sharp laugh and spinning around, he walked the corner and found himself standing in front of a beautiful Lunarian, with eyes a ghostly green and a very elaborate, beautiful outfit and headdress. She looked completely composed, almost staring into the space right in front of her like there was something there. "The soul conduit?" He said, almost starting out to be rude and then realizing so and trying to convince himself this woman was here to help them. Liu cleared his throat and took a breath, face contorting almost funnily as he tried to reconcile his feelings. "Welcome to our home."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:07 pm
Sara looked on, doe eyed as the statement was suddenly blurted out of nowhere, she almost looked around to see if he could be addressing anyone else. Afterall, she was far from used to being addressed by such a title, despite how accurate and blunt it was. Though after a moment her lips turned into a smile and she even raised her hand to her mouth to stop herself from giggling. That was... rather cute... and rather awkward. "Not for much longer, I am to be a Priestess soon." She nodded, resting her hand on her chest lightly. Priestess Sarangerel, now that would be a title. She was still unsettled by how close she was, how soon she would be leaving for her trails. Her affairs were for the most part in order, but still, she had not yet accepted she was leaving and she would most likely not do that until the morning she set of to the mountains. The moment when she had to say goodbye to her home and her friends.
Her face softened, long hair falling over her shoulder as she lent forward slightly. "It is easier to call me Sara, that at least is a name that does not change in time." She would always be quite casual, most people called her Sara so she could not really go by another name now. She also wanted for this boy to feel comfortable around her, his mother's illness could not be easy on him and he probably had no faith in her healing skills. Not many trusted soul conduits, it was hard to believe in anything you could not see - especially in such a time, it almost seemed like the spirits had abandoned them all. However she could hear them, and even see slightly blurs at times, figures in the shadows.
She nodded and bowed her head slightly as he welcomed her into his home, that was a good start, the boy at least seemed to be polite. "Thank you. Your home really is lovely and your garden..." Sara had never really had much in the sense of worldly objects, she could not even imagine growing up in a place like this, afterall she still lived in her small hut in the forest. She looked around the garden with her ghostly eyes, it really was beautiful. Though instead of lingering on such topics she turned her attention back to the white haired boy. "Though I have not really seen you around it at all, I was starting to think you were a ghost. Then again, the Academy must be keeping you busy, I hardly had any free time when I studied there - not that I have much of that now." If anything she had more work now, but with it more freedom to manage herself.
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