08-15-2018, 05:30 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Why did it have to be her, the youngest and most inexperienced, the child of the medics, to be the first to show?
By some cruel stroke of luck she had been upon the beach, simply wandering with no real thought towards a destination, merely allowing her thoughts to tumble across various avenues, touching upon each for but a second before it was seeking something more. Time had seen a restless edge grow within the child, once more the want for purpose rising, seeking to strike out upon her own, make a mark upon this world in a fashion none may ignore. But what could one such as she do, confined to the island for she was chained here, the bond of family all which left her unable to leave, unwilling to walk the railroad tracks into the great world beyond.
And then there she was, a dark figure familiar to her, each step pained though purpose was present within each. Curiosity drove Aita to follow behind the frame of the other, keeping a steady pace so she was never visible though enough that she never truly dropped behind, until she ran that was. Watching her stumble, building speed until she was nothing more than a smear of black upon the earthy tones about her, caused claws to tighten about her heart, clutching at it until it seemed it might burst.
Stumbled, tripped by roots and barely concealed vines, never watching where she is going, merely following the sound of Vandal in front of her, terrified she might be lost within the jungle, uncaring of the branches which rake across her. Too soon is it there, the copper tang of blood, filling her senses.
Why had fate been so cruel to deliver her the useless child.
“Goldie, wat appaned,” the words rose before she had time to think, moving to stand by her elder sister, thankful she was present and had already begun to work. This wasn't right, none of this should have been happening. Reaching out her paws hovered over the twisted legs, registering how the bone was not straight but rather seemed splintered, pressing into the skin, some breaking through. She didn't know what she was doing, could do nothing but hope someone else was coming soon. Quickly swinging her bag off the sage tore through the herbs stuffed within, breathing a soft sigh of relief when she found raspberry leaves. After Goldie she had made sure to keep them on her person, though not the greatest it didn't seem a good idea to put Deldrich to sleep.
Quickly placing a few marigold into her mouth Aita quickly set about chewing them, placing fresh bandages by Goldie so she could switch out the soiled bandages when needed, holding the raspberry leaves in front of Deldrich's mouth. “Ere should elp wit da pain.” Now all Aita could do was deal with the more minor wounds and stop the bleeding, hoping one of the Soothsayers would show soon and know what to do about the broken bones.
[member=1130]rosemary roux[/member] [member=1371]FISCHER.[/member]
By some cruel stroke of luck she had been upon the beach, simply wandering with no real thought towards a destination, merely allowing her thoughts to tumble across various avenues, touching upon each for but a second before it was seeking something more. Time had seen a restless edge grow within the child, once more the want for purpose rising, seeking to strike out upon her own, make a mark upon this world in a fashion none may ignore. But what could one such as she do, confined to the island for she was chained here, the bond of family all which left her unable to leave, unwilling to walk the railroad tracks into the great world beyond.
And then there she was, a dark figure familiar to her, each step pained though purpose was present within each. Curiosity drove Aita to follow behind the frame of the other, keeping a steady pace so she was never visible though enough that she never truly dropped behind, until she ran that was. Watching her stumble, building speed until she was nothing more than a smear of black upon the earthy tones about her, caused claws to tighten about her heart, clutching at it until it seemed it might burst.
Stumbled, tripped by roots and barely concealed vines, never watching where she is going, merely following the sound of Vandal in front of her, terrified she might be lost within the jungle, uncaring of the branches which rake across her. Too soon is it there, the copper tang of blood, filling her senses.
Why had fate been so cruel to deliver her the useless child.
“Goldie, wat appaned,” the words rose before she had time to think, moving to stand by her elder sister, thankful she was present and had already begun to work. This wasn't right, none of this should have been happening. Reaching out her paws hovered over the twisted legs, registering how the bone was not straight but rather seemed splintered, pressing into the skin, some breaking through. She didn't know what she was doing, could do nothing but hope someone else was coming soon. Quickly swinging her bag off the sage tore through the herbs stuffed within, breathing a soft sigh of relief when she found raspberry leaves. After Goldie she had made sure to keep them on her person, though not the greatest it didn't seem a good idea to put Deldrich to sleep.
Quickly placing a few marigold into her mouth Aita quickly set about chewing them, placing fresh bandages by Goldie so she could switch out the soiled bandages when needed, holding the raspberry leaves in front of Deldrich's mouth. “Ere should elp wit da pain.” Now all Aita could do was deal with the more minor wounds and stop the bleeding, hoping one of the Soothsayers would show soon and know what to do about the broken bones.
[member=1130]rosemary roux[/member] [member=1371]FISCHER.[/member]