The nurse lifted a brow and the air of Mother's Watchful Eye did not abate. He had not stepped in to stop the horse from being near, but neither did he approve and every stiff line in his body said so.
“Provided he does not have an adverse reaction to the anesthesia, he will waken in anywhere before an hour at which time you are welcome to take him home.” He opened his mouth as if to say something regarding paperwork or something equally officious, when another voice broke through the room.
“You brought us another and we are an animal hospital now I've heard.”
She was older, with enough crow's feet around her eyes to make her seem perpetually smiling, her wide, generous mouth turned up at the corners. Her hand went to Zahi's shoulder and the nurse did as most nurses do, and dissipated.
“A shower? For an animal. In a hospital?” Her laugh was small and contained, as if she did not dare let it out over something she no doubt be very upset about. “But, may I say, a very beautiful one, your new friend? A berber, she looks like, though not quite. Perhaps she's more of Turkish -” she paused and then looked down at the washed out face of the dark skinned man on the bed. Her hand reached to touch his cheek and she gave a sigh.”He is not Turk, one need only see his eyes to know. So she's not Turkish, but from Arabia. Nevertheless, she is beautiful.”
Leaving the man in the bed, the doctor nodded toward a chair nearest and beckoned to it. “You must tell me, because the children are telling tales and I have to make report, but want to know what to put in, what not to.” Her delicate brows raised and she leaned in to look at him. “Then I and your friend will look over him while you get a bath in. You smell, young man.”
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A long time player, I have been co-writing (aka "role playing") for "ae long tahm". I have a fairly involved career which some years can be nigh all encompassing for months and months at a time. However, I always seem to return for the sheer delight of creating alongside another imaginative individual.
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Unconcerned for the lack of strength, for the great boned guest was still quite thin and there hadn't been nearly enough time to have gotten better, Hap gave a quick nod of certainty. Setting a decision into place, the lightkeeper moved the bowl nearest the large creature, then putting hands flat to the floor near as well, it scooted it's knees closer. In fact, so close that the small creature might have only leaned in or extended slim legs and the guest would have been able to use it's lap as a pillow.
“Not too far, but closer now than before,” Hap said calmly. True Wilhelm had managed more earlier, but before, death had been hovered at the edges of any attempt and Hap had seen in more than one case, how there was strength in the last moments of life. To feel exhaustion, to be unwilling or unable to push beyond what would be acceptable under the circumstances was sign that life remained.
The small golden keeper did not smile, there was nothing tender, though a great deal of gentleness, in its actions as it moved once more, setting knees on either side of the great head on the furs. With a huff of annoyance, Hap's small hands cradled under the large skull and lifted easily, for despite the weight of Wilhelm's exhausted body, Hap was not as weak as its slender limbs seemed to say. Then, with his head raised, Hap slid knees together and laid the injured guest's head back down, slightly raised now on the keeper's legs.
Whether it was some strange understanding or perhaps just serendipity, the keeper did not try and feed its patient. Rather, it grasped Wilhelm's thick wrist and lending strength to the sick, set the bowl in that large palm, wrapping Wilhelm's large fingers around the small bowl.
In this way, food was had. It was only a small bowl and when it was gone, Hap reached into the pocket of the tunic it wore and drew out the pungent herb which it crushed in its fingertips then held before that pale mouth. “The dogs do not like this,” it said as calmly as it knew, “but it does make them eat when they are not hungry. On long runs, I have two who do not eat for their stomachs are not made for more than one thing at a time. It soothes pains as well and you have much of pain and an even greater amount of hunger. It is time we press your body to take in more, or you will never get well.” Hap's eyes narrowed. “And I have no need to deal with a body as large as yours if you should die.”
Oh, no. There would be no permission to pass from this little one. The herbs overhead still sent their smells throughout the room, but the herb which was crumpled into a thumb sized ball between Hap's fingertips, burned away the scent of everything else – crisp and almost offensive to any but the most insensitive nose, it did not promise a pleasing taste by any means.
“Come, take it and then I will get you more to eat. Do you eat meat, grains, or do you eat grasses?”
“Not too far, but closer now than before,” Hap said calmly. True Wilhelm had managed more earlier, but before, death had been hovered at the edges of any attempt and Hap had seen in more than one case, how there was strength in the last moments of life. To feel exhaustion, to be unwilling or unable to push beyond what would be acceptable under the circumstances was sign that life remained.
The small golden keeper did not smile, there was nothing tender, though a great deal of gentleness, in its actions as it moved once more, setting knees on either side of the great head on the furs. With a huff of annoyance, Hap's small hands cradled under the large skull and lifted easily, for despite the weight of Wilhelm's exhausted body, Hap was not as weak as its slender limbs seemed to say. Then, with his head raised, Hap slid knees together and laid the injured guest's head back down, slightly raised now on the keeper's legs.
Whether it was some strange understanding or perhaps just serendipity, the keeper did not try and feed its patient. Rather, it grasped Wilhelm's thick wrist and lending strength to the sick, set the bowl in that large palm, wrapping Wilhelm's large fingers around the small bowl.
In this way, food was had. It was only a small bowl and when it was gone, Hap reached into the pocket of the tunic it wore and drew out the pungent herb which it crushed in its fingertips then held before that pale mouth. “The dogs do not like this,” it said as calmly as it knew, “but it does make them eat when they are not hungry. On long runs, I have two who do not eat for their stomachs are not made for more than one thing at a time. It soothes pains as well and you have much of pain and an even greater amount of hunger. It is time we press your body to take in more, or you will never get well.” Hap's eyes narrowed. “And I have no need to deal with a body as large as yours if you should die.”
Oh, no. There would be no permission to pass from this little one. The herbs overhead still sent their smells throughout the room, but the herb which was crumpled into a thumb sized ball between Hap's fingertips, burned away the scent of everything else – crisp and almost offensive to any but the most insensitive nose, it did not promise a pleasing taste by any means.
“Come, take it and then I will get you more to eat. Do you eat meat, grains, or do you eat grasses?”
(And I am SOOOOOO glad you and Glaw are buddies now... just keep saying that, cause I am, I am!)
Hee hee...
Okay, so very sorry for the (usual) lag... I'll stop apologizing for it one day, i'm sure of it. It is ten thirty and I'm making my way to bed, but I shall work on and get you a response, so glad I've tomorrow off! :) Hope the world is treating you well, m'dear!
Okay, so very sorry for the (usual) lag... I'll stop apologizing for it one day, i'm sure of it. It is ten thirty and I'm making my way to bed, but I shall work on and get you a response, so glad I've tomorrow off! :) Hope the world is treating you well, m'dear!
OMIGOSH!!!!! Okay.. I LOVE you!!!! You have my permission to stalk away, my dearest stalker friend who has all of the ins. Wow.. I had lost this artist! Yaaay!
Whew! Okay.. sorry for the lag there. Finally got around to a response. :)
Oh good! You too! I'm so glad I'm not alone in the making up of things. :)
So Amel is taking over, we'll meet him. He's more wall than man, so it'll be a good space for our detective to find what he needs to. Then Harper will take over. I've a few notes for myself, but nothing story centric. We've only been a "day" into this, and not even that, so if we get to a place where things will not shift much, we can always skip forward some as well. Once characters are in place. :)
So I owe you a post! I have to go into the cold (my friend would laugh - it is above zero, she'd say. that's not COLD... that's just chilly - but there's a wind, so nyah to her) and care for animals before the evening is fully on. That way, they go to bed with warm food in their tummies... will be back in an hour or so and then will set to work on your post, m'dear!
So Amel is taking over, we'll meet him. He's more wall than man, so it'll be a good space for our detective to find what he needs to. Then Harper will take over. I've a few notes for myself, but nothing story centric. We've only been a "day" into this, and not even that, so if we get to a place where things will not shift much, we can always skip forward some as well. Once characters are in place. :)
So I owe you a post! I have to go into the cold (my friend would laugh - it is above zero, she'd say. that's not COLD... that's just chilly - but there's a wind, so nyah to her) and care for animals before the evening is fully on. That way, they go to bed with warm food in their tummies... will be back in an hour or so and then will set to work on your post, m'dear!
*L* And I was not subscribed.. had to go and find it.
So... is it plotting time? :) I can do plotting, if you'd like. Otherwise, I'm also good to just go along for the ride (provided I don't ruin any of the story that way).
So... is it plotting time? :) I can do plotting, if you'd like. Otherwise, I'm also good to just go along for the ride (provided I don't ruin any of the story that way).
Oh definitely! Please, no reconciliation yet! :)
She reminds me of Fleur de Lys, from Hunchback of Notre Dame - a woman who is a product of her time. She wants her husband back, but she isn't noble about it. She's practical. Makes me like her, even though she's very capable of being cold and heartless and manipulative as well. A good mixture, I hope that will come out as we play her out. As a result, however, she's a bit difficult to play. She's not clear-cut. So if she gets boggy, give me a hollar and I may have to rewrite her at times.
Otherwise, glad you liked her!
She reminds me of Fleur de Lys, from Hunchback of Notre Dame - a woman who is a product of her time. She wants her husband back, but she isn't noble about it. She's practical. Makes me like her, even though she's very capable of being cold and heartless and manipulative as well. A good mixture, I hope that will come out as we play her out. As a result, however, she's a bit difficult to play. She's not clear-cut. So if she gets boggy, give me a hollar and I may have to rewrite her at times.
Otherwise, glad you liked her!
The shepherd nods. “I have both if you tell me what it is you need,” he says calmly. A mage, then. Or some magic user. Wren clears his throat, then nods to the dogs. “Baxter, outside. Annie, stay.” The larger black and white shakes himself then slips from the room and around the corner. From there, the sound of a latch being thrown and then a door opening before closing.
“The water will be ready for your tea if you've a need of it. Otherwise, there is clean water from the pump in the kitchen around there and I've most of the local herbs, dried and in tinctures. If you've need of something I do not have, then I will get Marge to give it to you.” He considers a moment, then adds, “You say you'd like a body of water and there is that, on the other side of town. If the well water is not sufficient, that is.”
He scratches his nose, then lifts a brow toward the magical man. Then, because there is little he can do immediately, Wren takes a step to the side where he settles into a small, horsehair chair. With a grunt, the weaver leans over and begins to undo his boots. The evening will happen with or without a guest.
The process of removing his winter gear is calmly done. The shepherd first undoes laces, then pulls boots off. These, he sets beside the fire, combating the damp of a day's work before settling back and undoing arm braces of wool and leather. He begins to lay out various clothing items on a rack to the other side of himself. His cloak, hung on the hook by the wall, will dry in the warmth, but not so the overtunic, the kilt, his woolen socks. All is woven well, tight and finer than the usual coarse fare of the peasantry. But then, it is Wren's work and he has traveled a great deal, woven for many a year.
He lays all of his things out, stripped down to a pair of linen breeches and a light tunic of lawn. With a cough, Annie curled by the hearth and ignoring him now that the usual systematic settling in has been done, Wren leans forward and gives his guest a close look.
“I've no need to ask questions if they'll bring trouble. But there'll be curiosity. This town has little involvement with Kirin folk. Not that they're against them, mind, but you'll seem alien to them, even as human as you are.” Wren curled his large forearms across his knees, hands at opposite elbows. “If you'll be here long enough to heal, you might want to tell me what you'd like me to say, to stave off questions.”
“The water will be ready for your tea if you've a need of it. Otherwise, there is clean water from the pump in the kitchen around there and I've most of the local herbs, dried and in tinctures. If you've need of something I do not have, then I will get Marge to give it to you.” He considers a moment, then adds, “You say you'd like a body of water and there is that, on the other side of town. If the well water is not sufficient, that is.”
He scratches his nose, then lifts a brow toward the magical man. Then, because there is little he can do immediately, Wren takes a step to the side where he settles into a small, horsehair chair. With a grunt, the weaver leans over and begins to undo his boots. The evening will happen with or without a guest.
The process of removing his winter gear is calmly done. The shepherd first undoes laces, then pulls boots off. These, he sets beside the fire, combating the damp of a day's work before settling back and undoing arm braces of wool and leather. He begins to lay out various clothing items on a rack to the other side of himself. His cloak, hung on the hook by the wall, will dry in the warmth, but not so the overtunic, the kilt, his woolen socks. All is woven well, tight and finer than the usual coarse fare of the peasantry. But then, it is Wren's work and he has traveled a great deal, woven for many a year.
He lays all of his things out, stripped down to a pair of linen breeches and a light tunic of lawn. With a cough, Annie curled by the hearth and ignoring him now that the usual systematic settling in has been done, Wren leans forward and gives his guest a close look.
“I've no need to ask questions if they'll bring trouble. But there'll be curiosity. This town has little involvement with Kirin folk. Not that they're against them, mind, but you'll seem alien to them, even as human as you are.” Wren curled his large forearms across his knees, hands at opposite elbows. “If you'll be here long enough to heal, you might want to tell me what you'd like me to say, to stave off questions.”
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