Rosestein Stone (stone_solid) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-01 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, amarilla renshaw, rosestein stone |
Hold your breath, be brave, and try to keep cool.
Who: Stone and Amy.
What: Stone swallows her pride and goes to get fixed up.
Where: The Lux & Livre.
When: Early morning.
Rating: PG-13 as usual.
Status: Incomplete.
It had been too long. Stone shouldn’t have waited before asking, should’ve made some attempt at seeking someone for attention, but better late than never, she supposed. Her mother had screamed at her for laziness, and just as the thief knew, their relationship had returned to how it was. Of course she couldn’t simply tell her of her injury, so silent endurance of the misplaced insults was the only open path. It was then that she had finally made the net post, and was told, effectively, to seek out a healer.
There was nothing she could tell her younger brother—all her efforts were pointed toward walking. The dark-haired young woman was able to tell him she’d be back soon, and headed on her way. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to grasp at her shoulder to support it, not in front of people. Instead, Stone ground her teeth, clenched them hard, and balled her hands into fists so hard that her pale knuckles turned shades whiter.
It seemed like days had passed as the sweat formed on her brow and ran down it, though in reality Stone knew it only could have been about an hour or two of a journey, taking into account the times she permitted herself rest. The Lux & Livre. The bookstore that Stone had been told housed a red mage who would be willing to heal her wound, or at least start the process—the youth admitted she didn’t know much about the process of heal magicks.
Opening the door, she croaked out a meager, “Hello?” Shortly after she found herself inside, but needed to take a a few seconds to get her bearings. A few moments of trying to get a grasp on the pain, to not let it overpower her, Stone sighed silently, and cleared her throat, approaching the person behind the front desk. “Is Amarilla here? I’m looking for her.”