RP:An Unfortunate Orphan

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Pilar stops by the House of Ara to check on Emilia. They've barely exchanged pleasantries when Irenic shows up with a child that was mauled by an animal. Emilia, despite her own condition, does not hesitate to tend to the child, with Irenic and Pilar's help. Seeing that Pilar already has some healing prowess, the genasi invites her to join the Healer's Guild, which Pilar accepts.

House of Ara

Emilia had been on the surface now for some couple of weeks, yet the Genasi was still as thin as the day she was brought back to Ara...bones covered in barely a bit of muscle beneath a layer of ghostly white flesh. Still there was no chill leaving the woman, no frost left behind, and no magic or connection to her own abilities. The thin gold anklet still stuck about a bony ankle. One which was presently wrapped in a series of bloody bandages from her missed attempts at breaking it off with a sharp rock. Sitting on the main area lounge-couch the Genasi barely fit in the gown she wore for the evening. Her attention was on a page in a book that was laid across her lap. A hand black as the night sky, fading into white above the wrist, reaching next to her to grab a piece of cut up fresh fruit and idly pop it into her mouth.

Pilar knocked gently at the door, a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Her last meeting with the lady of the House of Ara had been... awkward to say the least. But she wanted to stop by to speak with her again, and to maybe see if Emilia was doing better. Not that she knew the woman all that well, but she knew her to be a kind and gentle soul, and what had happened to her had been awful. When no answer came, Pilar was debating leaving, but she remembered Sabrina's words: "The House of Ara is always open." So her hand went to the door handle and she crept in. "Hello?" Her eyes went to the genasi and filled with sorrow at the woman's state. "Miss Emilia... um..." She stepped into the room and closed the door. "I... May I visit?"

Irenic landed heavily before the House of Ara, unknowing of having been there before and who is occupying at the time, but matters at hand outweigh awkward reunions and the memory headache he was already experiencing. He pushed the sign on pain from his face for the sake of the small being draped limply across his arms as he stalked to the doorway, finding it closed. A rapping on the door the best he could with a boot and his low gruff voice to follow, "I understand the inconvenience of the hour, but I heard of a healer living here." He remembers his talk with Emilia, also unaware she was still there. "But I have some twerp here in need of healing?" Though it didn’t seem to take much effort for his voice to carry it does and there was a slight haste to it regardless of his choice of words. He was rather crass with people, Emilia knew this. There was a child in his arms seemed to have been mauled by some wild animal and he would wait for a response.

Emilia was lost in the book until the door to Ara swung open with a visitor, Pilar. A smile crossed over her pale blue lips at the sight of the woman she didn’t know all to well, but enough to have a general liking for her, “Ah, Miss Pilar, please come in, visit as along as you like...” the sentence was cut short from the rest of what she had to say at the sound of a rapping against the door that slowly opened itself for Irenic and the child in his arms. Wide eyed the tiny woman stared at the man for a long few seconds before leaping up without second thought knocking her book and plate of fresh fruits onto the floor. A limp of a quick paced walk-run like pace moved her toward the table, which was already mostly cleaned off, “Put the child here, Feather Stick.” There was no lightness to her voice, only a serious nature not well known to the Genasi. Table cleared she was already limping in a scurry to gather an assortment of things from Ara that were at her dispossable for a healing; a handful of rags, a stack of towels, an assortment of jars filled with different things, a stitching kit, and of course a bowl of heated water...which would leave mild scalding burns to her pale palms, but she’d never notice it. “Details, Feather-Stick...what animal? What did you see?”

Pilar jumped at the sudden knocking on the door. She hadn't noticed anyone behind her. Whoever it was must have had a fast means of travel. One look at him solved the mystery. Wings. Of course. But that wasn't what was important, what was important was the child. Pilar tossed the bouquet of flowers onto the couch where Emilia had been sitting and looking back and forth between Irenic and Emilia. "Miss Emilia, please, you're still recovering!" Of course, that didn't stop the genasi, so Pilar, lost, stood by the child's side. "I... I know some healing... I-I want to help if I can," she said to no one in particular.

Irenic did has Emilia said, only nodding at Pilar with a subtle, "Excuse me," when he moved around her to place the dirt riddled boy no older than ten upon the table. "I was flying overhead when I heard this annoying whining and screaming. So, I swooped down to tell the little prick to keep it down, thinking it was just some hooligan. But thi-this wild boar-like thing was just givin' this little turd the business." His hand went briefly to his lips as those bicolored eyes (one Chocolate Brown, one silver) settle on Pilar, "Apologies miss, I've had a pint and currently getting a splitting headache." His gaze lingered on her a moment as if studying something, you see, the brown eyes was sightless, but it was catching on the bits of magic radiating off the woman. That charming smirk offered before drawing his attention to the rags Emilia brought over and he helps to try and clean the kid up so they may asses the true damage; also handing rags to Pilar so she may help and his gruff tone to her, "Make yourself useful, then." He motioned about the small person, "Do heal-y things," he said to Pilar.

Emilia turned to flash a slightly serious, but thankful smile at Pilar, “I am conscious and not impending dying at the moment, I will be fine. If not I am sure Sabrina will fix me up...again,” it was not a joke of which she spoke, but the Genasi as a healer herself to the Guild would not sit by while a person, especially a child, was injured and in need of saving. With the lad on the table the Genasi would dip a rag into the heated water, a faint hiss as the heat brushed against her colder skin, wring it out and then start at cleaning some of the wounds on the lad. “Pilar, if you could could you please mix together some of that jar with the green paste and the other with the brown mud in it for me? Irenic, continue to wash out these wounds on his body, please?” She asked while pressing two ever pink fingers on the neck of the child parallel to his chin. Silent, she was counting the faint beats of his heart for a short time, “He is alive, if just that.”

Pilar could care less about swearing, though she didn't appreciate his attitude towards the injured child. Calling him a turd and all. But there was no time to think on that. She had to do heal-y things. She did as Emilia instructed her, still wishing she could magic the kid's wounds shut. For the umpteenth time, she told herself she would find a teacher in arcane healing. She finished the mixing the salve and brought the bowl over to Emilia.

Irenic moved quickly, but surprisingly gently given his stature and vocal tone. He would probably never admit it if someone called the heartless bastard out on it but he would mumble out, "Come on you bugger…" Or, "Don't die on us… Don’t you dare." He brushed some of the kid's deep brown trusses from his forehead, "He's warm…" The words came out so calm, but Emilia would easily tell in his bicolored eyes and their alerted state that he was a bit concerned. His eyes fell to the deplorable state of his ribs showing, only to add a bit quieter, "He was just hungry… Looking for something to eat." Only assuming as much as to why this child wondered so far from the orphanage and here Pilar may see why he's so rude to anyone - he doesn't like getting attached. He takes a dry rag to dip in some cooler waters to place on the little guy's forehead in hopes it would help before he goes back to clearing any damning wounds of the dirt and blood.

Emilia pulled her fingers away from the lad, finger tips barely giving a spark of a blue light that was instantly sucked away into that golden piece of metal on her ankle. Not only was her ability to connect to the artic cold nature of hers, but her healing ability had been snuffed out also. Mundane healing methods it would be. Turning toward Pilar she smiled, handing her the bowl back, “Any of the smaller wounds that will last without stitching apply a layer of this to them, then cover with bandages if you wouldn’t mind.” Looking at Irenic she would let him continue to cleanse the wounds, “He will be warm for awhile as his body mends.” The Genasi took to grabbing a needle and threading it carefully. Starting with the worst of his deep gashes from the bore the woman would begin to stitch the flesh back together with a gentle hand. The stitches near perfect, she’d practiced these many a time on herself making it easier on others. As she would finish a series of gashes the bright gaze would lift to Pilar, “You can apply a generous coating over the stitches too, then wrap. Get Irenic to help you if you need it. I also believe from the way he lays that the animal may have broken his right arm from the way it looks. Do you know how to set an break?” Directed at either of the other two.

Pilar's vampiric hearing caught Irenic's mumbling clearly. Aww, he really did care. Pilar nodded to Emilia and started applying the salve to the boy's wounds, intermittently stopping to wrap them in bandages. She had moved on to the stitched areas when Emilia mentioned the break. "Um... I do, yes." She put the bowl down and went to the boy's arm, gently feeling it. Yup, definitely broken. "Okay..." She concentrated her magic, using her ability to fool the senses into thinking the arm had gone numb. The kid might seem unconscious, but he still might be able to feel pain. Gripping the arm carefully, Pilar put the bone back into place. Now they just needed a cast.

Irenic pushed up the sleeves on his forearms while worked away at getting all of the wounds cleared and prepped for Emilia before moving to Pilar's side, uncaring of the stranger, uncaring of closeness and the scent of Pilar's favorite emitting from the avian. A large glorious ivory wing possibly grazing against the vampire in it's velvety touch, but not on purpose as his focus was helping her wrap up the wounds wherever she may need it. He winced at watching how Pilar set the kid's arm back into place and looking about for a makeshift splint… He dashed about finding miscellaneous items, a small stick or two could suffice for now and he got to work setting them in place before wrapping them about the boy's arm which Pilar set.

Emilia finished stitching up the last of the gashes on the lad at Irenic formed a makeshift cast for the boy after Pilar had set his bones together. With blood on her hands the woman took a step back from the unconscious lad laying on the table in Ara. He looked a little strange with most of his body covered in bandages, but he was no longer bleeding and his arm had been set. Searching through the jars she had fetched prior the Genasi found one filled with a purple liquid. Unscrewing the lid she parted the lips of the lad before pouring some into his mouth, closed his jaw gently then flicked beneath his chin to get a auto-body reaction to swallow. “That is a tonic that should help reduce his fever and provide some healing boost from within. Now, Feather-Stick, if you could lift the lad and move him down into the guest room? I can keep a watch on him through the night easier there. More comfy for all that way. At this rate I cannot say he will live or die, that was a serious attack. He will be pretty bruised and swollen in the morning. These first twenty-four hours are crucial, but we should know more by morning. And Pilar, I would love to meet with you over your healing skills and joining the Healer’s Guild so that you can not only expand what skill you are gifted with but have a chance to work with other healers as teachers, that is, if that interests you.”

Pilar was generally nervous about strangers in her personal space, especially when they brushed against her, but she pushed her discomfort out of her mind as they worked on the child. She did have trouble, however, with ignoring that smell. She actually stopped briefly to look around for its source. It was the scent of her lover. Chalking it up to just her imagination (she didn't realize avians exuded [insert favorite scent]), she continued to tend the boy until he was all bandaged up. She took a step back so that Irenic could lift him and looked to Emilia as she was invited to join the Healer's Guild. "Oh... that would be wonderful. I've been meaning to search for a teacher for some time."

Irenic nodded once at Emilia's demand and moved to gently lift the boy from the table which earned a groan from the kid. Once he thought he was of ear shot he gently, "Shh-shh." The boy as he opened a random door and stepped in, froze. His feet finally bode him to move from the damned room and pivoted him away to the guest room. He gently laid the kid down and covered him up away from prying eyes before making his way back out to cleanse his hands of blood. "Send word to the House of Dragana once he's ready for travel… I will take him back to his home wherever that may be." His glanced to either of the woman, "Nice work… You." Then his focus was on the mess Emilia made from the beginning earning her a scoff, "Always making a mess you klutz of a short stack…" A playful glare while he starts to clean up the fruits from the floor and picking up the book, "How dare you treat a book this way." A wag of a finger at Emilia before offering it back." His neat freak borderline OCD starts on the bloody rags and such of a mess they had made.

Emilia bloody and all couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around Pilar in the excitement as she accepted the offer into the Guild. All this taking place while Irenic was putting the child into bed to rest up in the guest room. Moment of awkwardness passing and she would step back with a limp from the other woman, “We can discuss more details in the next few days over you joining the Guild. A whole new world of healing awaits you, Pilar,”she spoke with that soft voice once again. Turning then she faced the finger wag of the avian, “Oh, next time you come pounding at my door with a dying being I will surely remember to set the book down with love first.” And then she would glance at her own hands, slightly burned from the hot water, all pink, “Well, at this time I feel I should go wash up and get a chair ready to sit with the lad for the night. I will send for you Feather Stick when he is all healed once more.”

Pilar hugged Emilia back tenderly, not wishing to break the thin woman. She smiled and nodded. "I look forward to it." Her head whipped around at the mention of House Dragana, though she didn't immediately say anything. She didn't wish to interrupt them, after all. When she had a chance, she cleared her throat. "Excuse me... you live at House Dragana? Have you... Have you seen Lady Larewen recently? Is she well?" She had heard that her benefactor and friend had been hurt, but she was still hoping perhaps it was old news, or a misunderstanding.

Irenic faked a relieve sigh at Emilia along with a fake kind voice, "That's all I ask for, books are people too." That devious smirk exposed crooked but shiny white teeth before nodding at the last part and taking his leave. Flashed Pilar a confused look, "I do…" When she asked how she was, the eye that used to belong to Larewen clearly sensed a connection now, "Ah…" His jawline tensed as his fist did the same and that menacing gruffness graces his voice once more ( ~ think Kenpachi Zaraki from Bleach) "She's alright… Master Dragana can handle herself." All the parties involved were lucky Irenic wasn't present as he might as well had lost his life once more for it. Those unsettling mismatched eyes narrowed on Pilar, "Why don't you check on her yourself since you are so concerned, missy?"

Pilar didn't like the tone of voice Irenic took with her. "I was on my way there, in fact. I only stopped to visit Miss Emilia." She looked to the genasi in question. "I, um, brought some flowers for you... they're on the couch. Watch the thorns, and sleep well." She looked back to Irenic. "... You, too. Good night." With that, Pilar left the house of healing and continued on her way to Vailkrin.