09-10-2018, 04:57 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Yes, Imperia is familiar with pain. But not the sort that Romanempire seems cursed to endure. Hers is the kind that is not so obvious to see. Her father was loving...once. She never experienced that Pierre--all she knew were his unpredictable bouts of rage wherein he would take out all his pent up emotions upon Imperia and her sickly mother, Marguerite. Sometimes he would just yell, other times she was not allowed to eat. There were worse instances of his erratic behavior, but none she enjoys dwelling upon. There are many reasons why her voice is so soft and she yearns to make people happy instead of bring them down. A person's experiences shape them, just like Peri and Roman.
The aforementioned male is incredibly lucky that Imperia happens to be out and about instead of taking stock of the herbs back at the cleric's hide. She decided last minute that she should check the inventories of many of the first aid stations she set up in intervals around the border. Which then put her in the right place at the right time to watch a distant figure stagger painfully through the plains, only to collapse moments later. The girl moves without thinking, her body acting of it's own accord as she snatches up the nearby medical supplies and stores them in her satchel before racing over to care for Romanempire's wounds. "Roman? Can you hear me?" questions the sweet creature in a frantic voice, desperately trying to lure the male back to consciousness.
As she does this, Imperia already gets to work on stopping the bleeding. Cleaning the wound, applying pressure, putting on a bit of a poultice she keeps in a jar for instances such as this one. "Can someone hear me?" she shouts, trying to get the attention of any nearby creatures. "I am going to need some help getting him back to the cleric's hide!" Peri prays that someone, anyone can hear her. She can clean and dress the wound for now, maybe even stop the bleeding completely, but he is going to need stitches and a place to rest. And she can do none of that all the way out here.
The aforementioned male is incredibly lucky that Imperia happens to be out and about instead of taking stock of the herbs back at the cleric's hide. She decided last minute that she should check the inventories of many of the first aid stations she set up in intervals around the border. Which then put her in the right place at the right time to watch a distant figure stagger painfully through the plains, only to collapse moments later. The girl moves without thinking, her body acting of it's own accord as she snatches up the nearby medical supplies and stores them in her satchel before racing over to care for Romanempire's wounds. "Roman? Can you hear me?" questions the sweet creature in a frantic voice, desperately trying to lure the male back to consciousness.
As she does this, Imperia already gets to work on stopping the bleeding. Cleaning the wound, applying pressure, putting on a bit of a poultice she keeps in a jar for instances such as this one. "Can someone hear me?" she shouts, trying to get the attention of any nearby creatures. "I am going to need some help getting him back to the cleric's hide!" Peri prays that someone, anyone can hear her. She can clean and dress the wound for now, maybe even stop the bleeding completely, but he is going to need stitches and a place to rest. And she can do none of that all the way out here.