RP:Black Sheep
Summary: Brennia, or "Susie", and Emilia reunite.
House of Ara; Rebuilt
The primary floor of the House of Ara was completely demolished so a newer, larger, and sturdier floorplan could take its place. Upon entering the building through heavy double doors, you will find yourself standing on oceanic-blue marble floors. The walls are white, backlit by mahogany trim. There is a receptionist desk, manned by a small Elvish girl with stark white hair and very pale skin named Mei. She will be able to direct you to the lavish patient rooms that are located up twisting staircase, the kitchens down the North corridor, the surgical facilities to the east or the teaching clinic to the west. The ceilings are high and the acoustics pick up the click-clack of your heels as you make your way to Mei. The Guild Tutor, Mr.Fennigan would be more than happy to serve as your escort, or fetch a wheelchair and a medic should there be cause for one.
Brennia had been doing well enough blending to the House of Ara with the help of Thamalys. She was still tall for a woman, but her skin and hair had been changed with tonics. She looks like a dark brown haired and pale human while this time she made sure to apply just enough perfume to mask that famous avain trait where people smell their favorite around them. The short brown hair had been fashioned into braids in the sides and pinned back to hide those overly long pointed ears and her wings had been magick’d away via her repurposed enchanted ink…. Matter of fact the avian, err human looking person, had no visible tattoos like she used to. Maybe she was making a sort of buzz around the more permanted healers that whenever she pops up and helps with the rush of clients she's a big help - ‘remember that one time her patient fell asleep!’, ‘oh the amputee?’, ‘no the one with his guts hanging out!’ Seems to be a common theme, but this ‘Susie’ they speak of needs some training even though she does well enough to almost keep up.
Emilia had been long absent from the House of Ara to the point that her return earlier in the day was the talk of not only the healers but even the patients. The little woman barely five feet, if one counted the mess of curls atop her head, stood in an empty room on a stool that brought her short stature up to appear as if she was nearly six feet tall. One elven woman cursed under her breath as she pinned the midnight blue fabric around the frail frame of the Genasi. Another younger lass stands behind the healer with a brush in hand attempting to brush out the wild mess of curls falling well past the woman's feet. “Susie? Ah, she did what now? Oh. I see. I think I should meet this mystery woman,” the Healer commented as the younger gal bragged about the brown haired woman while keeping out of the way of the seamstress attempting to make clothing for a frozen being.
Brennia was swamped with patients all day with these recent attacks from the threat of Kahran, people from all over were coming to the House of Ara for aid. Brennia made sure to keep a surgical mask about her face throughout the day though, careful to keep gloves on as to not accidentally rub any of the tonic away. She stows away to the room where the wash all of the linens and such, large hamper of dirt launder at her hip, only to hesitate in the doorway when she notices Emilia. A smirk tugs at her lips under the cover of her mask so no one would see, but it was nice to see her even if Emilia wouldn’t know it was actually Brennia. The girls bragging of ‘Susie’s’ weird talents giggle when she enters, “speaking of which!” Brennia was making work of letting the clothes soak when her hand was pulled away over to Emilia, but without introduction this ‘Susie’ bows her head a little, “merry m-... Hello lady Emilia.” A velvety alto timbre greets in a slightly higher octave than she usually speaks.
Emilia turned to see this Susie as she was drug into the room in passing with dirty linen. The icy eyes of the Genasi studied the other woman over from head to toe, intently staring as if she could see past the tonics to the real being before her, yet she could not. Her energy that leaked from her felt familiar, but not one she could place fully having not spent enough time with Bre in the past. New scars marred the exposed flesh of the female with perfect lines as if everything was done on purpose, multiple surgeries yet on the outside nothing was different. “Pleasure to meet the miracle maker Susie, but you can simply call me Emi. There is nothing fancy about me. Just a simple frozen monster..” the Genasi chuckled to herself before dismissing both seamstress and the girl doing her hair. “I have heard great things about you, tell me a bit more about yourself, Miss Susie.”
Brennia waited for the room to be emptied while pontificating, “m-me? Miracle maker?” A short chuckle, “surely there is some mix up. I am just a volunteering novice in the height of all these attacks.” She could hear the footsteps echoing further and further while she went on, “I was raised in a small town and we traveled in the summers, just a simple human.” Once they are alone, Brennia could no longer hold up lies to someone she deems a friend and definitely not to someone a fellow avain considered trustworthy. The avain straightened and removed the mask, Brennia’s facial features we still somewhat recognizable to some, but his disguise held up well, “I am sorry, Emi. It is me, Brennia.” Her voice had lowered to a near whisper while she made her way to the door left ajar to close it gently, “I am currently trying to keep myself hidden given the circumstances.”
Emilia formed a smile as the woman whispered her true name aloud, confirming her feeling of familiarity. It all made sense now that it had been revealed. Stepping down from the stool the little woman found herself looking up at Bre once more, “A birdie told me a familiar soul stayed within the walls of Ara. I am pleased to offer you stay as long as you need within my walls. I have had my share of keeping identity hidden and will offer what aide I can. Just think you do not have to keep an element from leaking out your pores.”
Brennia bows her head once more, “I am eternally grateful and I will offer my services if there is a use.” A humble shrug, “I can passingly suture and soothe, but my mind is open.” She pulled free a small scrap of parchment which depicted a sigil of some sort; an eye within a wing and the planet for the iris of the eye. “I think you have a right to be in the know. There is this group called the Flewminati and after I lose the election in Schezerade to one of their fellow members they are on a head hunt for me now. I have reason to believe that my enemy is linked up with this new threat somehow so I keep moving from city to city, changing my face and name so I am never caught.” She lets Emi keep the parchment, “so, if anyone comes in bearing this mark I suggest you refuse service and do not answer any questions they may ask.” Her expression, as flat as it usually is, had a hint of seriousness to it… Where are those frozen margaritas now???
Emilia accepted the piece of paper from the woman, studied it and then tucked it aside in a book for later, "As a healer I am not allowed to deny treatment to either side, however I can inform everyone under me that any with said symbol is to not be spoken to and only mended to the basic fix and sent away. The struggle of holding a guild as this one it is not as easy to deny care to the wounded. However, we will keep you safe." Tugging at the fabric pinned snuggly around her little frame, "I hate this junk. Why can the world not allow us to roam naked? Why must attire have to be so fancy? I come back and get whizzed around to clothing fittings and a bath and hair brushing. So not the time but apperances, ugh" she sighed before sitting on the stool now.
Brennia nods in agreeance, “I completely understand that, being a leader in a guild myself.” A half smirk tugs at a corner of her lips, “I am actually excited, for once, to see what the healers would be able to teach me.” She takes in the sight of the outfit, “is there a special occasion?” Another ever so slight shrug, “if not, I think the group just holds you with a high regard and only wish to prove it so… Speaking of which, Thamalys mentioned you are adept at healing wings?” Her own remained hidden for now, “he did all he could for the wound at the time, but he recommended your services.”
Emilia shook her head slowly, "Nothing special but as it turns out running around in ragged clothes like a homeless is frowned upon. As for teaching you we have many classes offered and one on one teachings that you are open to attend." Emilia could claim the gown was for the upcoming ball being held, but she had no idea about it and yet somehow she always ended up at these events. Nodding, "Wings? Yes. I have had much practice mending his wings since I have met the man." A sheepish smile fell on those frozen lips for a brief moment. So many assumed that the Genasi and avian were a couple. "Is there something wrong with your wings?"
Brennia gave a shrug, “these days, that is sometimes how I disguise myself.” The avian gives no thought to the sheepish smile or any assumption of the fellow woman’s life - that would be Emi and Thamalys’ business. If she were informed of such a union Brennia wouldn’t hold any judgement or have anything to say, but that’s the thing about having spent time in the afterlife, it dulls things. Brennia was unsure as to how private this room was and at this time of day while she took a look around, “maybe you and I should set up in a private operating room later?” Just as she heard outside the door, a conversation of ‘has anyone seen Susie? Did you see her go in here?’ Brennia puts the surgical mask back over her face, “see you around Emi.” She leaves out the door with a slightly higher and cheerful, “here I am!” She’s taken away to help with more clean up.