Harmonia: Goddess of Harmony, Balance and Concord (ophios_harmonia) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-06-19 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~harmonia, ~philotes |
Doing What Feels Right [tag: Philotes]
It broke her heart when she saw the news of the destruction. Perhaps it was because even over a month later she was still a bit emotionally raw. Not having succeeded in disabling the necklace from doing damage to anyone else was hard on her heart, but harder on it was knowing that she had a constant battle with herself as far what she should keep between herself and Hera to ensure success and what she should tell Tyr to keep him from worrying too much. Not to mention she still had to find a chance to talk to Lottie about everything. It was a conversation that was not going to be pretty.
And she needed to get Bubbles back at some point. Except that was secondary to the current problem. The current problem was that there were people suffering.
Harmonia saw it on the news -tornadoes and dangerous storms making their way across the Midwest and leaving destruction in their wake. The town that caught her attention, though, was the one she wasted no time going to immediately. There was no question. Not when the news reported that children had died.
Someone had lost their children in a storm. Perhaps more than someone, there was no actual count yet. All she saw was the video footage of building and cars and trees... tossed around like toys. Something about the Red Cross and others were looking for survivors and others trapped in the wreckage. Harmonia didn't waste anytime. She didn't care what time of day it was, she left her spot on the couch in Lana'i and reappeared only feet from the truck where a woman with a vest and two-way radio in her hand. Balance hadn't been careful, the look on the woman's face indicated that she may have seen the shift out of Concept into Corpus but it didn't seem to jar her.
Tragedy and destruction had a way of making the impossible seem less impossible an somehow less shocking. She didn't even address the fact that she'd just popped out of nowhere, Harmonia just walked up to the woman and asked how she could help. There was a brief rundown of what her physical abilities were, any limitations -where Harmonia pointed out that a great deal of her family was involved in the military so nothing surprised her, before she was sent off to assist a team in searching for survivors.
All day Tuesday she spent searching through wreckage, helping carefully help people free, waving EMTs over and offering a comforting ear for those who were still missing loved ones when she could. There was no time for her to be upset for her, this was a bad situation and more storms were at risk of coming through, the surrounding area was evacuated, forward was the only option. She kept as strong as stone, as strong as she could be, even as the women with the shattered leg clung to her, wailing about the children of hers that were in another ambulance and unconscious -en route to the hospital. The woman who who prayed that Jesus would save her girls and didn't want to be so alone on her own ride. There would be techs in the ambulance, but Balance went with them, soothing the poor mother as best she could with energy and her voice. This was uncertainty she understood. She had felt alone. This woman should not feel alone now. That was Tuesday.
Wednesday the cleanup had started and she returned. Whatever was needed, she moved from job to job without a complaint. Though she did catch word that the two girls of the woman she had rode to the hospital with the night before had not survived the night. It broke her heart, but she had to keep pushing forward. Harmonia would make time to visit that mother later. She had the woman's name.
She did just that, whether the woman wanted visitors or not.
The visit was short. The wound was so raw and Harmonia understood so well that when it was raw the last thing you wanted was anyone to touch you let alone give assurances that things were alright or going to be better. So, quietly, she told the mother that she sympathized with her, having lost her own daughters years before, and the worst part was feeling alone in the world. Then she left a way for the woman to contact her if she chose and that she could call at any time of day, any day, no matter when.
All she could do was hope that the woman would not make her own mistake. That she would reach out to someone. Harmonia had internalized it all for thousands of years and now look at the giant walking disaster she was.
Come Thursday some equipment was coming in to move some of the wreckage blocking the streets and highways, some people were being allowed to dig though their property to retrieve personal belongings -with rescue workers on hand because some of the buildings were very unstable. Unfortunately, the equipment had upset some of the horses that had gotten loose in the storm when the stable and fences were destroyed. Since her father had large, cranky, fire-breathing horses that she had no fear of -Harmonia had spent the better part of the morning with rope in hand and a patient tone of voice while wearing leather gloves.
Last of the known escapees loaded onto a long trailer, she took the gloves off and set them down and rubbing at her face. It would get better. These people would find their footing again and she would help as much as she could.