LANDSLIDE | check ups

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Natural disasters came with a habit of ruining the schedule -- the vulpine faced them down before, many times.  Gael knew better than to despair for shifting plans.  After all, it hardly meant they would never come to fruition.

The tremors caused enough damage on their own, before the sandstorm picked up and ruined the 'safety' of the desert.  Amidst all the chaos, the worst moment remained finding Aine trapped beneath a tree near her garden.  The faerie knew how to handle the trembling earth, the raising sand -- the threat of losing his only child frightened him more than it all.

She survived, albeit with injuries to carry -- wounds she insisted did not bother her.  Gael felt his ire growing the more time passed; the child avoiding his eye despite an obvious limp in her step.

Rather than waste his time, the Vicar decided there may be others who were injured in the disaster -- clanmates who felt less stubborn or squeamish about seeing their wounds healed.  She just doesn't want me to set it because she knows it will hurt -- as though she was not making the pain worse by avoiding him.

The faerie furrowed his brows as he set up a small tending area within the marketplace -- gathering the supplies they stored within the Event Temple, Gael focused particularly on first aid.  They could hold more regular checkups at a later time.

The sight of his moving between the marketplace and temple appeared to catch his daughter's eye, though he failed to resist a frown.  He knew, however, this may be his best opportunity to finally examine her injuries in full.

"You can help, but only if you let me treat you as well," he emphasized, cold and to the point -- there would be no arguing this time.  "And you will not put weight on that leg.  Your job is to help diagnose and pass me what I need, okay?"

Trusting in her compassion for the others, the faerie set to finishing the organization of his supplies -- pushing them close to her for easy reach.  With Aine acting as an assistant, the operation would be more fluid at least, though he could feel the displeased gaze sinking into his fur.

At last, Gael rose to his paws and lifted his accented voice, "if you were injured during the tremors, come here for treatment!"

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / vicar / lamby