RP:Strength Has No Singular Definition
Frosty Herb and Armor
Sabrina sat in the corner of the room nursing a foul cup of tea. Ether of Vigor had its uses but she was still not up to full par. She sat near dwarfed next to the giant who was carrying on about stories of old. He had the girl laughing at very least along with two soldiers who had appeared to be nursing wounds of their own. She was wrapped in a thick blanket, three to be exact, turning her into a pile of warmth due to her gracious host. Not much could be seen, just two gloved hands poking out to clasp a steaming cup of something one would rather not put in their mouth, and a rosy cheeked smile against pale skin and a few tufts of strikingly black hair that managed to creep out of the confines of her cuddly prison. Eleenin chime in with the punchline “... and that's not even my cat! He said” there was an uproar of the three males there; having failed to grasp the humor Sabrina giggled lightly more out of politeness than anything.
Satoshi's petite form threatens to be bowled over by the force of three giants' laughter upon entering the room. It takes a brief moment for the magus to collect herself, her tails giving a bemused flick as she glances about the group in an attempt to determine what she's missed. None seem forthcoming, or even seem to have noticed her arrival, small as she is--the fact seems to suit her just fine however. With a lopsided smile, the foxkin settles against the nearest wall, seemingly content to watch the giants in their banter and jokes, whatever business she's come on forgotten in favor on observation. It's during said observation that Satoshi spies the only other small figure present, buried within blankets, and politely she dips her head in acknowledgement, a twitch of whiskers following the silent greeting. From head to toe, Satoshi's appearance speaks of harmlessness, and yet there's an ethereal aura shrouding her that blisters like Winter, providing frigid edges to otherwise soft features, emphasizes by a predatorial light lurking in her azure eyes. Satoshi is a creature of contrasts, soft and sharp, amiable and ruthless, frail and stoic, orderly and chaotic, all rolled into a single mercurial little package.
Sabrina is the first to stand, a new comer meant business and this meant she was taking up much needed space. The cup is placed in complete silence on the crooked wooden table beside her and the blankets are shed in one big lump as she clears her throat and bows formerly to the foxkin who propped herself neatly against the wall. “Can we help you?” Gods she sounded sloppy, her Common all jumbled up and lucky for her there were no R's to roll or it'd have to sound completely foreign. Common was obviously not her first language but with blankets shed and full form taken in it was likely not even her third or fourth. A Scholar, if anyone ever did see. It wasn't the attire, it was the arrogant posture gifted to well bred Elf-kind that gave it away. It might even have been the lingering essence of books that stained her whole being through to the core. If not for those raven locks swinging straight down well past her hips one would peg her for a High Born despite the relatively slight size. She was no mix of this and that, with inviting and frosted mint eyes welcoming Satoshi that said she was no warrior, nay... she seemed quite in-place at the healers abode. Much to her surprise the soldier giants gathered here stood abruptly, clearing their throats numerous times and pretending they weren't up to no good... which they weren't, but it made it appear all the more suspicious.
Satoshi seems to lean all the more casually, at odds with the proper and stately stance of the elf that has greeted her. It's an impish response, but one Satoshi typically takes to counterbalance the usually too-serious nature of Elven kind. At the sudden silence, the foxkin flicks a vulpine ear and waves a hand dismissively. "These es no need to halt all your fun on my account, boys~," there's a peculiar lilt to the magus' voice, not quite hinting at a proper accent, yet transforming words into lyrics to suggest she's a mere breath away from singing. "I'm just nosing about today. Heard there was another Devil attack, et aid from a stranger." Satoshi doesn't need to follow the trio of gazes that turn to Sabrina now, for the kit is already looking at the elf, one brow lofted curiously. The soldiers that had been healed were fairly thorough in their descriptions, after all. With a fluid movement, Satoshi shoves herself off the wall and slips into an elegant bow, her swarm of tails unfurling around her like a paperfan. "I had hoped for find said stranger, to offer them my thanks et such~."
Sabrina 's cheeks flushed something awful. “I should be apologizing for the incident.. if I hadn't been wandering along they would have been safe in the warmth of the city. I am sure they'd have rather gone without all that.” Funny, she said she should apologize, but she didn't. Sorry never fixed anything. In her experience she could only make amends. She caught herself staring at the tails, a flurry of fluffy soft white that looked so touchable... her eyes snap to Satoshi's own “ S-so you see, no thanks required.” Eleenin gives her a shove under protection of covered shoulder and tells the Queen the proprieties to save Sabrina from her own rudeness. “Its the Larketian Healer, Sabrina... One dem Nudists from Cairbara.” Sabrina looks more shocked than anything and she corrects him promptly, practically screaming at Sati as if being louder canceled the Giants words. “Nuduin! Nuduin!”
Satoshi's head tips neatly to one side as she watches Sabrina speak, the motion not unlike that of a curious animal. At the dismissal of a need for thanks along with the frantic correction, the foxkin voices a soft laugh, causing her whiskers to quiver with the sound. "That Devil wasn't roaming near the city walls to deliver tea party invitations. It was more than likely stalking that patrol, et had your confrontation with it not alerted them, I would have lost more lives. On top of that, due to your healing, one more was able to return home that would not have. So oui, thanks are in order, from myself as well as the families who still have their husbands et fathers. Thusly~," Satoshi once more bows, this time with a playful salute thrown in to ease some of the anxiety in the air, "Frostmaw thank you, Nuduin Nudist~. I hope you find Eleenin's tendings suitable to you as well." It's a friendly jab at the old shaman that earns Satoshi a handful of gauze tossed her way, neatly caught before it collides with her face.
Sabrina couldn't help but laugh, the whole room lightening up with Sabrina's ease of tension. “Anytime I can be of service, kindly send a Raven.” While it was true Eleenin brought her the items she needed to self-heal there was little anyone could do to actually heal her outside of conventional means. “My companion has fought with some of your men in the past, under direction of Eliason. The hellbeast known as Rohk?” She had hope she heard of him, after all it was Satoshi's soldiers that saved him and it wasn't that long terribly ago. “He has already sworn his allegiance to Frostmaw until he repays his debt.” She went back to being all annoyingly elfy and serious again.
Satoshi nods in understanding, although whether she actually knows of Rohk or not she keeps to herself--the kit does love looking like she's in the know about anything and everything, after all. "Any who fight hard et pull their own weight are always welcome in Frostmaw. The lands may be cold, but the people are warm." A lopsided smirk full of fangs is flashed at the Frost Giants, wolfish in its playfulness. "For the most part~." She at least doesn't need to ask if Eleenin has been hospitable, the evidence was plain when Sabrina had been smothered in blankets upon Satoshi's arrival. The shaman was always kindly to citizens and foreigners alike.
Sabrina 's eyes downcast. “I am afraid I am less than a combatant, but I will gladly take on your wounded.” And she had for some time now, splitting her time between Eleenin, Gegory, and Yerrel when she wasn't off doing her own thing. From the stories Satoshi likely heard it was obvious she could not take on too much in the environment of Frostmaw, but she was good for some conventional healing if natural energy was not available. One might have noted the energy in the snow itself, but it was made of water and that was another story in itself.
Satoshi chuckles, arms folding over her chest. "Fighting hard does not always mean with a weapon in hand, I might add~. Oui, Frostmaw has warriors aplenty, strong and fierce--" At this, the pair of soldiers swell their chests with pride. "But we also have those strong in magic, or heart, or cunning. Strength is not defined by how heavy a blade you can loft otherwise... well, I certainly wouldn't be queen, would I~?" Satoshi uncrosses her arms to spread them in a gesture taking in her slight, delicate-looking form. There is certainly nothing about her size and stature that suggests she is physically strong, and so she must possess strength in a different aspect to rule over the City of War. She offers a wink then to Sabrina before folding her arms once more. "Fight however suits you best, you will find Frostmaw a welcoming place then. The land would have devoured you by now otherwise, for it es unforgiving and ever hungry."
Sabrina found comfort in her words, never before being welcomed given her disposition as an Ardent. “It would seem Frostmaw is far more forgiving than many places I have been.” Idle hands began to wonder where they belonged, shifting to tuck neatly in her back pockets. “In the mean time, I think I should go look for my friends.” She smiles brightly and goes for her bow that is propped on the wall to her right. It was an elegant piece of true Elven nature. It looked old, if not ancient, in craftsmanship and its limbs emanated a slight purple glow. In all truth it did not look like someone so nameless and common could have afforded such a fine piece. She lofts it with ease, stringing it about her form before Eleenin gives her pause. “You aint going back out there... you never learn, girl.” She turns to face him directly. “Aren't... you mean to say Aren't. And yes, I am. Ro is still out there, so is Josiah and that thing may have had friends.” Even with her slight frame, standing at a mere five foot, she had the balls of a Frost Giant ten times her esteem. “It's okay, Eleenin. I am small and hard to hit.” Indeed she was, the first encounter landed her a full body slam into a giant boulder, but she did learn a very important thing that day. There were a great deal of people who looked out for her, and sometimes thats all one needs.
Satoshi steps neatly out of the path of the door, clearly not intending to stop Sabrina. It isn't in the kit's nature to presume who can and cannot seek out what they wished. If the Elven woman believed she was strong enough to face the hunting grounds once more, Satoshi will not stand in her way. "Happy hunting to you, then. If you wish to avoid too many encounters with the Devils, keep your ears sharp. The lands tend to grow tense and quiet when those unnatural spawns are about." Satoshi isn't sure if Sabrina has the natural or magical abilities to sense such things, but she figures a warning of any sort is better than none. Aramoth knows the magus can hear the bastards coming by the cries and complaints of the snow the Devils walk upon. It's spared her more ambushes than she cares to count, but even then the Devils were clever and quick enough to get the drop on most anyone. "And if you mean Josiah the winged fellow, do send him my regards. Heard he's gotten a lesson or two with my Steward, et lived to tell the tale~."
Sabrina bows properly at both her well wishes and warnings, and her message to be delivered upon finding the winged fellow. Eleenin stands there dumbfounded, looking at Sabrina take her leave while gesturing that Satoshi should do something about it. After the elfess clears the entrance and enters the biting cold he would turn to the Queen “You know, she is gonna die out there one of these days.” He eyes the foxkin up and down “To big for her britches, reminds me of someone I know.”
Satoshi shrugs at the healer. "We're all gonna die at some point, no sense in making folks miserable by stopping what they want to do~." With that, the magus gives a cheeky flick of her tails before she too departs for paths unknown.