RP:An Offer of Help

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary Emilia is reading a book at the spring when an avian with no memories comes to visit the same area. Awkward conversation between the two before it is time for the pairing to go split ways, but not before Emilia as a healer offers him a place to stay at Ara while he gets rested and hopefully finds his memories again.

Thamalys would casually trudge across the dusty path leading deep into the forest, his eyes stubbornly intent to grasp every single detail of the track. Oddly enough, it would appear the wings of the Avian would weigh down on his own bony features, forcing his immense stature to unnaturally bend, resulting in a rather clumsy stride. Presently intent to mumble some especially meaningless tune, he would eventually reach the impossibly green outskirts of the spring, still hidden by the mighty trees surrounding the pool. A few days only have gone by since he was healed by that the very same, and yet the Avian would not recall that much about the place. The marvel of those tiny, unworldly creatures zooming in an around... that much he would remember. As if eventually the true purpose of his visit would find his way into the battered mind of the Avian, Thamalys would suddenly raise his head, gazing upon the blessed water while breathing out a long-awaited sigh.

Emilia had not come to visit the spring in many months with the current situations life had presented the woman with in the last few weeks. The idea of death looming closer with each passing day drew the pale white woman to the forest where the lively hood of the magical world thrived, bringing about a bit of hope for the lady. Em sat next to the spring with her legs folded neatly to one side with a book open in her lap. The woman wasn’t much bigger than a child sitting there reading her book. Those wild crazed white curls of hers dwarfing her petite frame to the point the Genasi nearly looked like a pile of strange white straw sitting next to the water. At the sound of another approaching the glossy black hand of the healer closed the book that was resting in her lap, whatever it is was about she didn’t want another set of eyes reading it. Shifting her weight those bright blue eyes wandered in search of the noise as it appeared through the forest, a winged man. Strange, she’d only ever met one other before. From where Em sat she watched in pure silence, curious about him.

Thamalys would ultimately set foot upon the soft grass, the reflection of the old ink covering his whole body contrasting ominously with the otherwise flawless scenario. "I wonder weather this would actually work..." he would whisper while approaching the pool with long, comically uneven strides. Absolutely focused on his task, it would take a long while for him to realise somebody has already claimed some space nearby. "Somebody or something?" he would utter in a rather doubtful tone, trying to pinpoint the exact features of what it seems to be a tiny child sitting alone just by the spring. For a moment, the world would cease to make sense at all, the vision surely caused by his recent, awfully violent past. "By the wind, could it really be..." he would go on, stopping in what cannot be regarded as a particularly elegant stance, and consequently bringing his right hand to his side, in the vain attempt to grab the non existent hilt of a long forgotten blade. An obviously silly concern in any case, such that the Avian would immediately come to his senses, shaking the knotty mass of his white hair and then, halfway between stunned and incredulous, rising that very same hand as to signify some sort of salutation. Literally speechless, and still wondering whether the whole thing would be a byproduct of the enchanted pool, the Avian would stood his ground for some moments, in the attempt to clarify a most unusual situation.

Emilia remained silent as she only just watched the winged man with unblinking eyes. In the faint light through the tree branches the snow white flesh of the being seemed to sparkle like frosted glass. It was after longs moments had passed that the woman finally choose to break the silence between herself and the stranger, “Hello.” Her voice was soft, quiet, and chilled as it came on a gentle winter breeze. After she spoke Em sat the book on the ground and rose slowly from her sitting position, small sounds of cracking like ice crunching echoed from her joints. At full standing the woman, if he counted her mass of curls, reached five foot in height with curls down pat her knees. A white spring gown hung loosely off one shoulder of her tiny underweight frame. White, so much white from the curls to the skin to the clothing worn. It was only broken up by traces of blue; blue eyes, frosted blue lips, blue nails, and a series of dark blue lightning like marks shooting both up and down her left leg from her ankle. And then there was that right hand that was a glossy black fading into her pure white flesh just past her wrist. Two steps away from the spring and she spoke again, “You seem lost. Can I help you?”

Thamalys would instantly freeze, as if he was not expecting an answer at all. And yet, there it was. Whoever that creature would be, she has a voice, much to the astonishment of the Avian. "But then"... he would start in a split second, before simply giving up while focusing instead on his scarce memories. What sort of creature would that be? The current knowledge of Thamalys in terms of Hollow's taxonomy would be less than nil, the recent loss of memory not really helping in here. He would arch his thin, almost grey lips, furiously trying to label the Genasi. Maybe too intent with his own reasoning, he would fail to hide his surprise at the sight of that sheeny dark hand of her, so utterly out of place. He would stare at it possibly a bit too longer, before pulling himself together and regain a hint of decency. "Evening..." he would begin, cautiously approaching the Genasi, still some solid steps away, while circling the liquid extent of the pool. "... I... no, I am not lost. At least I think so..." he would add, stopping for an instant in the attempt of picking some sensible words. "In fact, this is one of the very few places I think I know how to find... but I am forgetting myself. Am I interrupting something? I have plenty of time on my hands, and if you need... well, if you are in need of the pool I will certainly leave you to it." He would not believe a single word of his own speech, as it seems fairly clear that the Genasi did not come all the way to the spring just for a bath. And yet, something in her eyes, so impossibly still, and sharp, something in her posture, in the way her skin mightily contrast with the greenly surroundings, would instinctively suggest to Thamalys that care must be taken.

Emilia tilted her head to the side, watching the other carefully. He was not speaking very well, nor did it seem like he knew what it was he was trying to say either. Something seemed so familiar about the way in which he was acting, yet she couldn’t place a finger on it right away. Shaking her head, those wild curls dancing about her little figure, the little woman answered him, “Oh, no, Sir. I am not here for anything in particular. Sometimes when I need some quiet place to think or read or just to get away from the chaos of the world I come here. It is peaceful here. I like it. Would you prefer that I leave? So that you can do whatever it is that you have come here for, Not Lost?” It seems that for the moment, without a name to call him by she has chosen something else. Without moving from her spot, the ground below her having formed a faint layer of white frost, the Genasi waved that shinny black hand as she offered the Spring to him. Then she took a step or two to the left leaving behind that faint patch of cold on the ground in her wake. “I also, think that perhaps when you are done with your pool visiting that it may be wise for you to see a Healer about your thinking issues. You seem to not know what to think or to not think. I feel like you are suffering from something of a brain problem, concussion maybe? I can be of help there, I am a Healer myself,” she added with a smile crossing on those frozen blue lips.

Thamalys would start to feel slightly uncomfortable in the presence of the Genasi, far, far too different from anything he would know - or remember, for what is worth. If anything, the irony of his just acquired nickname would serve to shake him a bit from his worryings, facilitating the words to come. "Not lost?" he would consider, nodding his head intently; "Now, that would be a name I could come to like. But I have one of my own, you see. Thamalys it is, at your service" he would hint at an ungraceful bow, the whole time never leaving the light moves of her unchecked. "And your eyes are keen indeed, milady. Milady?" He would ask much to himself, suddenly aware that even in terms of formalities he would likely make a mighty mess quite soon. "Well, I do not know your name after all... and I.. I am not at my best, I am afraid. My name is one of the very few things I can remember as we speak..." he would add while bringing his walk to an end, still at a respectable distance from what it seems to be... ice? "By the wind, what IS going on..." he would whisper almost without moving his lips. And yet, he would find almost impossible to halt his speech, notwithstanding the many details of her that do not really make sense to the broken mind of the Avian. "A healer, I hear you say. Maybe you can tell me whether I am wasting my time with this place?" he would eagerly suggest, his voice full of shades of genuine hope as well as utterly naive curiosity. "You see, I was about to splash some of this water on my shoulders". He would stress these word by lazily pointing at his wings, tightly folded, the Avian acutely aware of their uncomfortable extent. "In fact, somebody did the same for me a few days ago, and it felt like a marvel". Something slightly similar to a smile would crack on his face, his solid blue eyes connecting for a moment with the placid surface of the pond. "But maybe is just yet another wretched memory of mine..." he would conclude, this time plainly staring at the nonsense of those icy crystals still picturing frozen fractals within the grass.

Emilia ran her black fingers through her white curls, ruffling her hair causing flakes of snow to fall to the ground around the woman. Whatever she was, she was indeed a very curious creature. It was now that the tiny woman moved from her newest spot to move closer toward the other, offering that black hand out as she introduced herself, “Emilia, but everyone calls me Emi for short. Pleasure to meet you, Thamalys, or Not Lost if that is what you prefer to be called.” If he accepted her small hand for the common gesture he would find that the hand attached to the lady was like shaking a piece of ice. She was colder than death. With names out of the way the healer would move on to discuss the next question of his, “I think that in order for the Spring to work properly one must be of pure intent and in need of its properties. I find that you could try splashing the water on your shoulders, but I cannot promise if it will help you or not. When it comes to having your memories all jambled up inside that head of yours it can be beyond the Spring’s help. It can take time for them to return, or it can never come back in some cases...for some you can get a magic person to get into your head and fix that which is not connecting properly. I suggest that if you do go about that, be willing and find someone good at their job, not just anyone claiming to be skilled to do it...trust me there.”

Thamalys would only stop staring at the frozen patch of grass laying close to the Genasi's feet in order to accept her hand. "Well, Emi it is, then..." he would begin, a split second before actually grabbing that piece of icy matter that should have been an hand. "By the wind!" he would almost shout, quite taken aback by the unexpected freezing hold. "I mean... apologies. I could not anticipate..." he would frantically try to add, his voice shaking a bit. In the hope that very little notice would be taken on that particular incident, the Avian would try to steer the conversation toward safer - or so he would believe - grounds. "As a matter of fact... I do happen to know somebody who told me he would be able to get my memories back. In his opinion, that would be a dangerous thing to attempt, though. He is... not an healer, of that I am fairly sure, but I own him my life, and the latter I would certainly trust into his hands. You, on the other hand..." he will continue, his sharp eyes nailed into the icy features of the Genasi, "... what sort of healer would freeze the very soil she is setting foot upon? And your hand! I mean... what sort of creature would you be, a whole hand of yours so dark I can barely believe I am looking at something of this world!" Whether this impossibly rude remark was made out of genuine astonishment or indeed some old memory of his dark past did find his way into the Avian's mind, it would remain to Emilia to be judged, as Thamalys himself does not really know the answer. The moment the words leave his throat, though, he would immediately regret them, in yet another demonstration of the fact that he is so far away from being able to take care of himself at this stage.

Emilia considering the rather harsh judgmental words used against her as a healer, she acted surprisingly well. The woman’s face didn’t change, but remained rather soft and understanding at best. However, she did sigh softly letting out a breeze of artic air. “Sir, I find that you are really not right in your head. It might be best for you to come stay at Ara for a time while you recuperate or at least, learn to act like there is nothing wrong with you while you are out and about. Some people are not as understanding as I am, others might attack you for such harsh words.” Lifting her glassy black hand made of what looked like ice, was actually black ice, she wiggled her frozen fingers, “This was an accident that happened when I was playing with a piece of black ice when helping a friend trying to learn about the item they had in hand. No worries, it is rather harmless. As for me? I am what one would call an Ice Genasi, which is what makes me so cold and leaving ice in my wake. I suppose that is something you should hopefully forget that you know later on. I find that I am telling you this because you won’t remember in the morning so that you are not the next person on these lands out to cage me and sell me for a pretty price.” Shaking her head, “I suppose I can at least help you find this friend of yours? Perhaps you would do best to stay in their company. And it can be very dangerous to enter the mind of another. They could fix you or accidental kill you. I know most of the people around here, who is it that you are referring to?”

Thamalys would just listen, head low, much in the same fashion of a child caught in the act while stealing candies from a jar. So much sense in her words, so little in his own mind. "You are obviously right. Please accept my apologies, this sort of things would only happen to me when facing something my mind cannot really put into context. You would agree you offer a beautiful example with respect to that..." he would acknowledge, bowing his head slightly and subsequently kneeling down onto the grass. There he would eventually sit, for one time looking up at the Genasi from a very different perspective. "As per tomorrow... oh, I cannot tell." he would add in a rather saddened tone, while grabbing a pebble only to throw it into the pond not without a little frustration on his face. "Maybe I will remember every word you say, maybe not. Certainly I would never dream of locking you anywhere. How would anybody dare to even think such an evil!" he would voice aloud, a sincer note of outrage in his words, as if physically disgusted by the mere though. "But I would not forget your kindness, of that much I am sure. If only you could forgive that... silly outburst of mine... I would be glad to follow that suggestion of yours. Not that I know where Ara is..." he would consider, some moments passing by before concluding: "And I cannot simply find my friend. Valen. His name is Valen. He... well, I do not dare to set foot where he lives. But he would find me were I to need him, he is... very resourceful."

Emilia kept a soft smile on those frozen lips, “Of course, I forgive you. I am used to worst reactions, honestly. And you’d be surprised the amount of people that are after me over the years. It was only weeks ago I escaped being held captive for months beneath the ground by a very nasty lady. No worries, I am perfectly fine now.” After he took a seat she would soon follow suit. Compared to him she was a tiny thing. Sitting her hands in her lap she smiled a rather big smile revealing a set of pearly white teeth, “Valen?! Why I know him! He and I go way way back. Seems that vampire is good a making friends with some of the strangest people I have ever known. Can you even fly with those things?” She would question with her own burst of curious nature, before adding “I am sorry. Forgive my outburst. I tend to be just as curious as a cat sometimes. Anywho, Ara is north of here in Larket. It is where I stay most days. It is a healing center there. People are welcome to visit when they need a healing and to stay when they need it. Our doors are always open. It would be a pleasure to let you stay while you are on the mend. I can even get word to Valen for you that you are staying so that he could come and visit you there.”

Thamalys would frown at the tale of the Genasi being held in some pit, painful bits of long lost memories resurfacing, bringing with themselves a new wave of rather undeserved pain. Curiously, that would not last too long, though. He would smile hearing that she knows the Immortal well enough, and for some reason that notion does not surprise him in the slightest. These days have been plenty of surprises after all. Laying down a bit, his weight resting mostly on the palms of his hands, he would stare the water nearby as Emilia goes along with her speech. That is, until she dares to underestimate the very pride of the Avian. "Things? Oh well..." and in a unique, swift motion that would have nothing to do with his usually gawky movements, Thamalys will rise, pivoting so as to face the Genasi, while at the same time unfolding his wings, a frightening curtain of ivory feathers reaching almost double his height. "...yes, ma'am. I can surely fly with these. And I am longing to, as soon as my shoulder will cooperate enough" he would add, a sharp stab of pain distorting his features for less than a second, the many bruises still recongnizable on the back of his neck now demanding some sort of toll. "Ah, this Ara sounds very good to me indeed..." he would whisper while folding his wings, this time not without some evident difficulty, his muscles not entirely happy with the complex array of moves required to deal with such massive limbs. "I... I will be glad to stay there for a while. Especially if you could indeed be so kind to let Vale know..." he does not even want to know how exactly she would manage to do such a thing. He is just grateful for the whole of it, and speaking of which he would lastly point out a not so tiny detail: "There is one other thing, I fear. I would have very little to pay you back with. I am trying to fix that!" He would hastily add, as to make absolutely clear his good will, "but surely the permanence in a place like that, and the services of an Healer such as yourself would require so much more than I can possibly offer?"

Emilia was startled as the avian moved with such a fiercly quick movements. She was not expecting that, then again she did not know much of anything about the feathery man. The little woman fell backwards, reacting like he was about to attack her, rolling backwards from him. She was a blur of white and curls as she moved quickly like a spring and was back onto her feet. Heart racing she studied him from the new distance placed between them. Bits of grass and other debris from the ground stuck in her curls. The panic was evident before it slowly died down as he lowered his wings. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Breath, she reminded herself. Dusting herself off the woman shook her head slowly, “At the house of Ara you don’t have to pay for our services to help you. You can stay as long as you need to. As long as you clean up after yourself and don’t leave a big mess. Also, if you are one of those crazy ones that seem to feel the need to pay for things then later when you are better you can use a talent of yours to repay the debt. Services can be exchanged,” There was a smile before she moved to pick up her book from the ground. Handing him a folded piece of paper, “Here is a map to Ara. I will be there if you need me. Also, you are welcome to arrive any time. I will send word to Valen letting him know of your possible arrival.”

Thamalys would come to terms with that bit of shame originating from having sent the Genasi into the grass. He would gesture with his hand in search of something proper to ultimately say, only to give up after a while and picking up instead the paper she is presently handing over. "Thank you. I came here for just a splash of water, and found instead such kindness I would have never imagined. For that I am truly grateful." he would continue, pressing the piece of paper between his hands and then lowering them both in a shy gesture of appreciation. "I will make my way to Ara soon enough. If I could really remember... ah, what a dream! In the meantime, I would have to bid you farewell, Emilia." And thus the Avian would turn away, slowly, not before having saluted the Genasi with a faint gesture of his right hand, faithfully accompanied by a tiny nod. So evident in his eyes the hope, he would not dare to add any more. He would just put one foot after the other one, still gazing at the spring, while slowly, almost painstakingly taking the way back, his massive shapes barely fitting within the lower branches of the many trees. Reached the outskirt of the clearing, he would turn back just one more time, as if making sure the whole thing did really happen, faintly rising his hand in a last salute before disappearing into the forest.