flipside of the graveyard / o, introduction

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[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]VIVIAN

✯ — NOW MY HEART STUMBLES ON THINGS I DON'T KNOW

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"Put her down! We don't know the extent of her injuries!" Vivian called as she rushed up. Her harpy eagle had sighted her halfway there- well, rather, Vivian was halfway there and the harpy eagle knew what Vivian would need, so she had retreated to her house and returned with a satchel across both of her shoulders, rushing to the site now. The woman, dressed in a shirt and a loose top, came up upon Charlie and the woman. When she had spoke, it hadn't been angry but rather.. stressed, per say.

"Look, I'll treat her here and then you can move her. Before then, I will not let you take her anywhere." She said, eyes darkening at Charlie. Already she had reached into her bag, pulling free a glass container full of yellow powder, and an assortment of different, clean and dried mosses and strips of cloth. She didn't even wait for Charlie to put her down, [u]attempting to spread the yellow, which to Vivian was yarrow powder, onto her back wound and press the moss down on it, her eyes narrowed as she worked.

// permission to powerplay healing and a list of injuries??

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#psychosocial.