RP:Bit of Warmth in the Cold
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
This is a Bard's Guild RP.
Summary: While on her way to start her pro bono healer’s guild work, Brennia finds Kanna just in time to patch her up, give her some food, and allow her some sleep.
Ice Cave
The cave is lightly lit with the lanterns of the exiled. As you step into the area you find this place rather unwelcoming and uncomfortable. You see several made beds laying about the floor of the cave made of leathers and furrs. You can go in no other direction but to the north from here.
Brennia, wrapped in layers and disguised as a simple healer belonging to the healer’s guild was instructed to help after one of the duels to get more experience under her belt. Snow clinging to dark brown tresses and pinking pale nose and cheeks. Those wings hidden through her enchanted ink and her scent masked by perfume. She follows a trail of blood to a cave, it seemed the wounded had wandered into an area where they may get reprieve from the chill of the winds. Heavy lidded teal eyes narrow to search the area for the owner of this blood and that’s when she spots her before rushing over while taking off her knapsack, “where all the areas you are hurt, please? I’m here to help.” She laced a calming tune to her dry velvety speaking voice just as she realized she knows this bard! It’s Kanna! She refrains from reacting just yet as Brennia is incognito at the moment. The simple human seeming healer kneels down to begin emptying out many items from her bag, which must be impossible! She pulls out a square sized tin which housed tonics, salves, utensils and potions. Items to start a campfire, a large downy sleeping bag which she folds over, spreads it out for Kanna and motions for her to lay on the soft warm blanket for comfort. “Here, take this if will help with the pain,” she hands her a small vial, “my name is Susie.” A teal scarf was wrapped around her face up to her nose while she worked, pulling free another blanket to place over Kanna, “when was the last time you ate?”
Kanna lay against the wall of the cave, a thick layer of brambles surrounding her to keep at least some warmth from escaping. Dried blood had caked over one of her eyes and stained the once-white clothing she wore. The sound of the knapsack hitting the ground jolts her attention to the healer. "O-oh, it's okay, I-I have my own healing spells, I just have to--" She covers her yawn with a bloody hand. "I just have to rest my eyes." The simple healer pays her protests no mind and sets out the medical equipment anyway. With a hum of resignation, she emerges from the ball of leafless branches. Hrm, it wasn't keeping her as warm as she thought it was. With a soft thanks, she lays face down on the blanket, revealing the source of the bloody trail: the thick coat has been slashed open in the back. Underneath all the layers of caked blood, along with the fabric and stone fragments stuck along it, it is not easily discernable how deep the wound is, though the purple tinge to the skin lifted up suggests that she's been out for a while. Another quiet thanks, and she downs the contents, fiddling with the empty vial as a distraction of sorts from the pain. Fresh tears mix in with the caked blood on her face, staining the blanket underneath. "I'm Kanna. I-I won a duel, but then I couldn't find my way back; I lost the others." She explains, flinching and trying to stay still whenever Bren-- Susie touches the wound. Her stomach gives an audible growl at the question of food. After an awkward pause, Kanna says meekly. "I dunno."
Brennia made quick work of building a small campfire for Kanna’s warmth, sparking a small flame, humming the note for fire so it alights brilliantly and then placed a cooking pot over it. After pouring something that looks like a rich stew into the cooking pot over the fire she apologized while using a small dagger to cut Kanna’s clothes away so she may work easier. “I’m warming up a hearty vegetable stew while I heal you. Would you tell me your name? How did your fight go?” She wanted to keep Kanna’s mind off of what she was doing and making sure the bard remained conscious by getting her to talk, but Brennia kept her face covered by the scarf - mainly because it was cold. While Kanna talks Brennia would softly hum a soothing melody to further help her in healing efforts. After assessing the array of wounds she determined which areas would do well with sutures and others she can mend with this special gel like substance that she accidentally made one day - she calls them liquid stitches. “Deep breath, and hold it - this is going to sting a little,” she had poured a strong smelling clear liquid on a clean cloth and began cleansing the area while gently pulling free any debris or dried up patches. She moves on to stitching together the larger wounds while still asking Kanna about herself, ‘where do you come from?’, ‘you have any hobbies?’, ‘any pets?’ etc. After placing the liquid stitches on all of the smaller gashes she then pulls out a compact that contains a viscus opaque cream and softly rubs it on the stitches, “this will help accelerate the healing and protect it.” Finally she wraps the woman around her torso to further protect her wounds from the elements, “are you still with me? The food is ready, are you able to sit up?” After getting Kanna a nice helping of the stew with a piece of fluffy fresh buttered bread, Brennia moves on to building what looks like a small tent for one. “Let me know if you want some more food. After which I need you get some sleep in the tent.”
The simple human's eyes go wide in want at the sight of the stew. "Ooh." If the healer were at the right angle, she may get a glimpse of the cornflower orbs sparkling, though it never takes much to catch her attention so. The delicious distraction successfully keeps her focus while the healer cuts open the rest of the ruined coat, and caked on strings of fabric are pulled away from inside the flesh. "Thank you very much for doing all this, Susie... My name is Kanna." She says, wincing as she lifts her arms out from under her to extend them to the fire and relish the first bit of warmth she's gotten in hours. The questions seemed to be doing the trick as well, though for some questions, she seems to grow distant at, simply gives a dismissive hum and a shrug of the shoulders. Where did she come from? A shrug. Hobbies? Another shrug, and a pause. "I like reading, or, learning, I suppose." A quick inhale when the cold gel touches the raw skin, followed by a whimper. "You are very kind to-- ow!-- be doing this for me when its clear I haven't my coin purse on me. Oh, I should have let him carry me after all... I hope he's not worried... Bastion too, he'll be up in arms when he finds out about this." She gives a small laugh, followed by a squeaking yelp at the feeling of the needle penatrating her skin. "It-- it does't hurt, I just-- needles." She says the word itself as if it can convey her trepidation of them. An awkard beat of silence, and Kanna speaks up again to fill the silence, telling the healer of an acupuncturing freak accident in a sleazy bazaar witnessed on a far off isle. "I'm too scared to even get a tattoo, haha... Oh, I promise when I win the tournament, I will repay your services in full. I think I can sit up, let me see." The discomfort in her back is unusual, and she rolls her up shoulders to try to alleviate it. With her sixth or seventh grateful thanking of the evening, she eats the stew, humming contentedly at the warmth. Perhaps it would go unnoticed, but when this happened, there would suddenly be a snowdrop flower peeking from the hard earth where there seemingly was not one before. Comfortable silence passes, and she shyly holds the cracked bowl for a second helping. "It's very good. Is this your own recipe?" Once asked, she realizes she has done nothing but answer the poor woman's questions asked for Kanna's own sake. "Why are you all the way out here, anyhow?"
Brennia clarifies, “meaning where in Lithrydel did you travel from to get all the way out here.” The gels she used numbed the wound for now so she could enjoy her meal and then sleep easier. After setting up the tent - which is enchanted to be much larger on the inside than it is on the outside, thus adds a warm reprieve from their cold cave. Brennia was pulling out the knapsack more blankets, pillows and ‘air sofas’ she fills with the warm air above the fire and takes them inside the tent for beds. She pulled out an extra soft jacket(more like a button up hoodie or something), “you could probably put this one on while you sleep. Then take this one with you,” she pulled free a feather stuffed coat, “since the one you had on was ruined.” After getting Kanna some more food she answers the bard's questions, “I travel all over for the Healer’s guild and as I am just a novice, I do not charge for my services.” Brennia was getting warm from the fire, the work, and moving around so much so she takes off her coat before quickly spritzing herself with pleasant smelling perfume - only to mask her avian scent (as anyone around an avian would smell their favorite). She takes off the scarf finally to reveal a simple looking human face, she was pretty in her own way, but nothing about her stuck out. “Anything I’ve done for you is experience for me,” she gives a reassuring smile while handing her another small vial, “this is a natural sleeping draught that has no side effects, but it will help you sleep once the numbing cream wears off. Within the tent is two separate sleeping areas,” Brennia starts to enjoy some of the stew herself. “It’s just a nice hearty blend of vegetables and flour, one of my fellow healers guild members joke that it has its own healing power.” A playful chuckle, “but I think he’s just being nice.” After they’ve finished eating Brennia scooped up some clean snow and put it over the fire so she could clean and sanitize her tools, “go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the tent. I’ve got some more cleaning up to do.”
As she eats her second serving, Kanna pauses for a moment, her senses suddenly taken by a familiar scent: distinctly the combination of cut dragonflower wood before its seasoned, the dew that sits and absorbs the perfume of wildflowers in the morning light, and a faint tone of butterscotch. For a moment, she is home, and everything is alright. The healer spritzes the perfume to mask it, and the moment is gone, punctuated by a nip of the cold winds just outside the cave. After changing into the warm and thankfully blood-free clothes, she takes the vial curiously, and she catches the disguised woman's face for the first time. Now her patient is somewhat more sober from the pain easing away. "Chrysocolla." She says quietly, as if in awe. Shaking her head a bit, she smiles. "Sorry, I have a habit of comparing colors, I think it makes for great imagery when I try to make a new song. Chrysocolla is a kind of gem I read about, it's almost like turquoise and it gets mistaken for turqoise a lot, but it's actually much more delicate. At the same time, it's more reflective... hrm, I think that's why people do not like it as much. They want to see nothing but the stone so it can be theirs alone, but this gem makes itself known." She muses all of this aloud as she lays on the soft pillow of hot air. Once settled, she covers a big yawn. "Or maybe it was the other way around, I'll have to ask the dwarven miners on my way back to the college." Her eyelids droop as she tries to stay awake until Susie has finished cleaning up out of some preconceived notion that it would be the polite thing to do.
Brennia didn't take long to clean up and soon followed the bard inside the enchanted bigger-on-the-inside tent. She noticed she fell sleep rather quickly, but waited a while before she would start her song of healing. This would be a humming type melody that wouldn’t take the one resting and it will aid in accelerating the healing process, but she made sure to leave just enough as to not arouse suspicion from the fellow bard. Tired herself she made sure to smooth some more of the tonic on her hair and face in order to keep up the illusion when she slept. Fully expecting the bard to leave as soon as she came to, Brennia had packed away some warm bread and soup in the woman’s travel bag for the road.