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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:26 pm
 &  This is a Private RP
Grabbing an emptied knapsack, Sawenah slung the bag over her shoulder and tightened the straps. Turning to one of the healers that decided to stay and heal the wounded she smiled, “Alright! I will make the trip back to Jauhar’s border to get the supplies and bring them back here to you.”
~Several Trips Later~
Sawenah’s legs burned from the trips back and forth to the abandoned camp and Neued. The last of the supplies were wrapped in linens and whatever cloth she could produce in a rush. She had officially cleaned out the main healers tent from the base camp and ran back to deliver the supplies to the healer.
“I got everything I could find,” she huffed as she took a few deep breaths and set down the knapsack that was provided to her for the trek, “Where do you want them after they’re unpacked?” she asked as she began opening, unwrapping and placing them on one of the crates that was salvaged.
DraconicFeline biggrin We're having a bout of good weather where I am, so we've been trying to get some yard work done.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:19 am
War outside and war within, stretching me thin. rhymed Biroki in his head. The occasional rhyme helped keep... time. And it kept him distracted from the issues he was having with Zuri.
"Thank you." he said, to the young hybrid who had volunteered to make the dangerous journey back to the battlefield and the abandoned camp. He was no longer the most senior healer, but that actually worked well. The healers needed management too, and he was not distracted by the need to use his magic as much. He'd worked hard during the battle, and he'd gotten a lot of respect.
But is it what I deserve? Am I justly served? For sacrificing my self and soul to the fight? he continued inwardly. They respected him and, having truly earned and deserved it or not, he would at least make sure he was worthy of it. "I'll deal with that." he said, looking her over critically, "Sit and rest." she looked like she needed it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:48 am
Sawenah found a spot out of the way and sat on the earth, watching the movement around here. Everything seemed to be settling down; there was a lot less screaming and crying. It all kind of dulled away to an Ill drone of pain. Yet the healers were still bustling around like bees in a hive; more so now that the supplies arrived; each tending to upwards of five soldiers at the same time.
Looking over to the healer she was assisting she cleared her throat, “I’m Sawenah.” She started timidly, “You seem to be very good at what you do…” pulling her knees to her chest she watched as he sorted through the medicine, “What made you want to be a healer?” she asked, genuinely curious. Sawenah was a caring person, but she wasn’t too fond of blood and such.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:15 pm
"Biroki." he said, "And I'm... um... actually a Sage, not a healer. I just have a l-little healer training..." he frowned, noticing her feet - he could see that, beneath their strange yellowness, they were sore and swollen. "Which I put to use.
He handed her a small bowl of water. "Drink." he said, "and let me take a look at your feet."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 8:40 am
Sawenah pressed the bowl to her lips and tipped it slowly… at first. Before she knew it she had the bowl parallel and after removing it from her lips she let out a refreshed gasp of air, “Wow,” She exclaimed while wiping her mouth with her arm, “Guess I didn’t realize how thirsty I was, Thank you.”
Sawenah handed the bowl back and tipped her head, “So, What does a sage do?” all these people at the war had fancy titles, but she had not a clue what any of them meant. When she was with her foster family in Sauti her foster father was a “Massif” and he encouraged her brothers to join a similar “Class”, but it was all gibberish to her. She had not a clue, nor did they care to include her in such discussions.
She then tipped her head at the request to look at her feet, “Why… My feet?” She began undoing the leather ties that held her sandals to her feet. They started part of the way up her shin, but as she began to unravel the wrappings she noticed how the strings had made indents into her leg, and how they got deeper and darker. Finally getting to the body of her sandals she loosened the straps that held the sole to the rest of the shoe and gently removed them from her feet, hissing in pain the whole way.
She knew that the soles of her sandals were a bit too small; all she needed was a large enough piece of leather that she could trace her foot on and then cut out, punch holes in and rethread to her sandals, but she was unable to find one. Her feet bleed over the sides of the ones she currently wears, her toes sticking clear out the tops, which caused the sides of her foot to blister and bleed from the trips back and forth from camp to camp. She was so focused on not being caught and getting the supplies back here safely that she must have overlooked the nagging pain.
“Oww…” Sawenah grumbled through clenched teeth, “I should have grabbed that leather when I saw it… I really needed it I guess.” She had seen at the old camp before the war, but feared that they may have needed it for armor or whatever they use leather for in war; so she didn’t grab it. The trips she made back since the war ended… The leather was gone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 5:17 pm
"Hmmm." Biroki inspected her feet. There were a lot of foot related injuries in the camp - feet took a beating. They were stepped on and trod on and generally given a hard time. He let a little healing magic loose, working it into the bleeding cuts and blisters to disinfect them, seal them, and stop the swelling. He stood up to get some salve and bandages and bandaged up her feet.
"I th-think you've done enough on them for today. you've, ah, earned them a bit of rest..." he said gently. She was, he noticed, a very strange hybrid. "D-do you want any more water?" he asked, taing in her strange apeparance properly for the first time. She had antennae and dark eyes, marking her as of alkidike heritage, but the pale hair and skin pointed to wind, and the crystals on her face... well that was shifter, or perhaps leaf...
A mutt if he ever saw one. Worse off than Zuri, he bet. He was sure. Pretty though. And young... or was he the one who was old?
He washed his hands. "W-well... Being a sage means that I will one day be a mystic or s-sorcerer... sorcerer in my case and... well..." he smiled, almost embarrassed, "Do the opposite of a healer."
He dried his hands carefully. "Well, what about you? What will you be when you're, ah, older?" he thought for a moment, "A c-courier, maybe?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:36 pm
Sawenah sucked in air through her teeth and cringed at the healing, but after most of the infection was taken care of she giggled, "That... Kind of tickles a bit. It doesn't hurt so bad now either."
"Sure, I'll take more water," She sat up, touching her feet together she flapped her legs like a butterfly, "Thanks for taking a look at my feet, they fell much better now." she chimed while gently poking at a corner of the wrapping that was sticking up.
Sawenah listened to what he said about the job of a sage, and then about what she would do herself. "Umm... I guess I never gave it much thought," she murmured, a soft pink coming to her cheeks, "I don't know what kind of "classes" are available; don't really know what I'm good at either." she laughed, "I suppose if all else fails a cou-cour..." she pressed her lips together, "That one job you said would work... They deliver stuff right?" she looked at the earth on which she sat and let out a heavy hearted sigh, "I can't really do that either... I don't know how to read..."
Not dwelling on her shortcomings she grabbed her knees and leaned forward, "So, What made you want to be a sage? Did you just find out you could use magic so it was clear what you should do, or was it something you had wanted to do since you were young?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:48 pm
Biroki got her another bowlful of water. "You should keep off your feet for a while. Let them rest. O-otherwise, you could seriously hurt them..." he said, smiling.
He pulled up a seat - he had a lull, and he had been on his feet all day. "W-well." he began, "When I was little, I set fires with my mind, so, uh... it was pretty much learn how to use it or burn down the forest..." he laughed nervously.
So he couldn't empathize with this girl, who clearly was in a crisis. But he could try to help. That was, he supposed, part of the job of being a responsible adult.
"W-well..." he said, "I g-guess the first thing you have to do is figure out... well..." he thought for a moment, "In this battlefield would you want to... fight?" he smiled at her, "I mean, you c-clearly want to help out, and you ran supplies to us, so thats why I said Courier. But the first question I g-guess you have to ask yourself is, in the next major b-battle, would you fight the enemy on the lines, or fight what they cause..." he gestured around him, "here?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:49 am
Sawenah sipped from the bowl, “Ha, I don’t have any clue what I would do if I managed to start a fire with my mind… Must have some amazing brain power, huh.” She joked while setting the bowl aside for the moment. She finished listening to what he had to say and stared blankly ahead; she had never thought about it like that. Working in the tents was hard, seeing the dying, and the dead; dealing with their wounds and all the gore. She was glad to help, but it wasn’t her cup of tea.
Though, at the same time she can’t see herself out in the field creating these wounds. She had never been so upset with someone that she would want to end their life, nor had she been in the position where someone wanted to end her’s so it was hard for her to judge how she would react. Realizing Biroki was asking her a question and not merely posing it for food for thought she shrugged her shoulders, “It’s hard for me to say. I guess, I have never really walked in a soldiers, shoes so I can’t say I would fight the enemy… But I have been around what they cause-” Closing her eyes tight, she tried to make the images go away, and merely finished what she was going to say with a shiver.DraconicFeline XD So I woke up this morning and saw that I was quoted in the topic "Post War Chatter" I thought to myself, Hmm, thats odd because I changed that title last night on my phone. So I click the link, come to this rp, and edit the first page and change it again, hit okay. and submit... and it says Post War Chatter. I repeat this process only to get the same result... D: Finally I get to my computer and was able to switch the title! I swear I wasn't ignoring you last night! when I said K. It was shortly after I changed the title, but boy was i surprised and slightly confused when I checked gaia this morning. XD
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 9:05 am
"I d-didnt' know either. Thats why I had to control it." he said, laughing a little. He realized he'd asked a hard question, one that he wasn't sure should be asked. He'd known what he was going to be, but he knew that others did not. Not for a long time.
He wondered if there would be a day when easier paths would be open to the youngsters of another day.... it was strange to not think of himself as young. He supposed he was not old, but he also had children of his own.
It was sad, in a way, his path was set. Hers was not. He gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder - the one without the spikes. "It-its fine if you don't." he said, "Know, I mean. You have lots of time to think about who you want to be." He took his hand away, setting up a kettle to boil and leaving her in her own dark thoughts.
"Do you want some tea?" he asked abruptly, sorting out a few herbs and spices.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:09 pm
Sawenah shrugged, “Never had it… Is it good?” She asked wanting to join him by the kettle to see what and how this tea was made. Her foster father, if you could call him that, used to drink it. ‘It’s not a drink for kids’ his voice was as plain as day as she reflected on her time at home. She sneered at the thought of Braka, and was grateful she was far away from his grumpiness.
“I like animals.” She said seemingly off topic, but she was still thinking about who and what she wanted to be when she was older. “Have you ever thought of trying another path, other than a sage?” she was aware how strange the question was… Why be anything other than what you are, but maybe he had aspired to be something and wasn’t able to because he was gifted with a power he never really wanted, right? “I mean, have you ever wished you had taken another path; if you didn’t almost burn down a forest would you have been something else?”
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 8:56 pm
"W-when I make it, it usually is..." he said, putting the herbs in gently to steep as he took it off of the fire. It was a blend mostly for taste, to help medicines go down better or just to be something to get you through the day. Tea of all sorts, though, were good for all occasions. For him, anyway.
He set to rinsing what suitable drinking cups he could find, looking up at her seeming non-sequitor. "Oh? Any... particular sorts of animals?" he asked, puzzled at the theme change. Then, as he scrubbed and rinsed them again, she continued, and it clicked.
Apparently, they were still talking about classes and life-paths.
"Mmm..." he thought for a moment, drying the cups with a towel, trying to get as much moisture off of the clay as he could - a wet cup burned you faster than a dry one. "My uncle was a healer, and he taught me what he knew... Maybe I could have been one... like a s-scholar or a soul linker..." he could have easily been trained by his uncle in healing ways, and he knew enough to get by besides.
"But I, uh, probably wouldn't have been a very good one... not supposed to set patients on fire, you know... heh..." he laughed, almost nervously, and checked the tea, "But... um..." the tea wasn't quite ready - it needed a little more steeping time. He looked at his hand, summoning, briefly, a flash of fire magic to it. He smiled wanly as the glow faded. "I'm kind of glad I decided to become a sorcerer. It... suits me."
Perhaps too well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:56 pm
Sawenah gave a shrug as she thought, “Guess I haven’t met too many… there’s usually just a bunch of sail scales where I came from… They’re not very cuddly, but they like when you talk to them.” She giggled and gripped the front of the stool, “When you talk to them they tilt their heads and look at you… Sometimes it even looks like they might be smiling.” Her laughter ceased, smile faded, “Maybe that is one thing I can look forward to in my travels… I will get to see more animals.”
Listening to him talk about his fondness of his class made her slightly uneasy. She was glad to see he was so passionate about what it is he chose to pursue, but magic; specifically fire, is a very dangerous element. It has the tendency to be very destructive and engulf anything in its path, given it has enough energy. Lowering her eyes to the floor she murmured, “Just… Be careful. You control your abilities, but don't let it change you... Fire's a destructive thing... If you let it, it could take everything you have.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 9:40 pm
"Not many sailscales around here..." he commented, "Maglardilla are sort of cuddly..." as cuddly as an insect could be, he supposed, "If you like bugs... Ever see a Kinfa?" He poured some of the tea into one of the cups and handed it to her. "I mean, its not a bug - its a very big bird - but its very pretty..." He had seen a few kinfa riders headed out to battle - the birds had definitely been impressive.
He poured himself a cup of his own and watched it steam, thinking about the girl's words. "Y-yeah..." he murmured into his cup, drinking it while it was still hot, "I know." he said, "Trust me, I know."
He still thought about the screams of those men, their deserved but unnecessary deaths, his wrath...
The hot tea seared his throat on the way down, exactly as it was supposed to. He was happy with how the tea came out. He'd spiced it just right. "I can't really change that, though. Thats my magic, that's just what I am..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 7:39 pm
She shuttered, “All the sticky, itchy legs. Bugs…” Sawenah grimaced and held her arms, “But a bird? A giant bird, that sounds kind of cool. It must be pretty big to carry someone on its back into battle.” She could hardly imagine how long its wingspan must be, not to mention the strength… who needs flying, just have the bird flail its wings around the battlefield, and it will surely decapitate or horribly maim many people.
Sawenah took the tea and blew on it gently. The brew was still hot; too hot for her to drink, and to her dismay she caught Biroki taking a sip of it, “Ah! That’s hot…” she lowered her head and stared into her barely visible reflection staring back at her. She considered what he said about magic, and it bothered her… It would be like if Braka was never able to put down his mallet… He’s always got his gruff and angry personality, but his brutality doesn’t follow him to the house.
“Magic is a skill, isn’t it?” She asked herself aloud keeping her eyes on the tea, “Skills are not personalities… Your skill should not control you; that is part of mastering your skill, right?” It saddened her that the line of his magic and himself was so thin... so frail. Though it seemed as though it was a thin line he didn't want to repair.
Sawenah found that the more she pondered the fragile state of Biroki's mind the closer she became to forming herself into a human ball. she had pulled her legs tight to her chest, shoulders slumped while holding her tea inches from her face, "Hmm," she took a small sip of the tea and cracked a timid smirk, "Tea... is good."
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