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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-09 09:53:00

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ayla, complete, day 10, yvaine

Day 10
Who: Yvaine & Ayla
What: Healing Session
When: Mid Morning
Where: Yvaine's Room
Rating: G
Status: Finished

Ayla woke early, though it was hard to tell with the storm still raging outside. Sitting up on her bed, she looked around the dark cave. Sparse light filtered in through the singular window at the back. She'd never had a window in her cave in the valley, and that was only one of the differences between this cave and that one. Still, it was more familiar than a room such as Rusty's was to her.

She crawled to the firepit where she'd banked her fire and built it up again. She needed to make some tea for Yvaine and get it to her. The dressing on her leg probably needed to be changed as well. She would prepare everything and then take it with her to the star woman's room. She boiled willow bark and snake root for the tea. Instead of the snake root going on the outside, it was going to heal from the inside.

It would still take several weeks before it was completely healed, but Ayla was sure she would be able to walk with no problems at all. As the water for the tea boiled, she cleaned herself up and put on a new wrap. Being in a cave with a fire always made her smell a little smoky. Not unpleasant, just... outdoorsy. She plaited her long blond hair back in a single braid down her back and went back for the tea.

With soaked leather, dry gauze and tea in hand, she left her room and headed to Yvaine's second story room. She shifted everything in her arms in order to knock on the door.

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fallen_star
2008-08-10 03:06 am UTC (link)

Yvaine had spent the last few days since her arrival in her room, gazing longingly at the stars around her. Her leg ached, but the tea brought to her door each day helped. The crutches were strange, but she used them, and they helped keep pain from searing up her broken limb. Her skin never itched, and she never touched her leg. The bandages stayed in place.

Sometimes the star woman sang tragic songs of great loneliness, songs she used to sing with her sisters when she lived in the sky above Faerie. Other times she would weep. Occasionally she would accomplish both. Once, when she finally felt well enough to venture outside, she moved into the hall where she heard a great racket all about her. It took a moment to realize it was coming from outside as opposed to within.

When she peered out a window, she noticed a fierce storm outside. It was so strange to see them from this angle that she simply watched it for a moment before she hobbled her way down every stair, walked down the hall, and opened the door. A spray of cold rainwater and wind attacked her, sending toppling onto her rump in the mud which, in turn, sent pain spearing through her leg. Despite the beauty and enigma of the storm, she realized it didn’t agree with her one bit, so she found a way to slam the door closed before hobbling her way back up the stairs. It had been easier to go down them.

Yvaine decided she wouldn’t leave again until it was over. Each day she opened her door to listen for the rain, and each day she heard the pattering of the water and howling of the rain on the building. Her own room was sound proof, save for knocks upon her door when Ayla left the tea.

Normally, Yvaine would give the cavewoman time to leave before she got up to get the tea. Some part of her figured she wanted her privacy, just as she knew Ayla knew the star would want hers. Today, however, she hobbled to her feet, grasping the crutches, and walked right away to the door. The cavewoman stood there, holding healing objects in her hand along with the tea. A small smile passed over the star lady’s lips, and she invited the golden haired human into her room. If she had only had the tea, she might not have, but it was obvious she was here to change the leg bandage.

Unlike a human, stars didn’t pass toxins out of their body through their pores. They could get dirty from outside things, but they didn’t sweat or collect oils on their skin the way a creature of the Earth did. In theory, if that was the reason for changing the bandage, there was no need, but there could have been other reasons, like a need for tightening it, as the swelling had gone down quite a bit, so the wrappings were looser.

“Thank you for the tea. I still have your containers if you wish to have them back.” Yvaine said softly, motioning to them where they lay beside the doorway.

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_ayla_
2008-08-11 08:36 pm UTC (link)

Ayla greeted the small smile with one of her own, albeit a bit more enthusiastic than the star woman's. She stepped inside as she was motioned in and glanced to the place where her wooden cups were lined up nicely. She nodded. "Thank you, I'll take them when I go."

She motioned for the star woman to sit and then crouched beside her to look at the offending leg. The cast had loosened considerably and looked ready to fall off. But she could smell the poultice that had been applied was starting to rot. It didn't smell horrible, but to Ayla's trained nose, she knew that it was time to come off.

She pulled a stone dagger from the thong at her waist and began to cut the leather off the broken leg carefully. She pulled it away and set it aside then washed the leg gently with a damp piece of leather. Then, she re-wrapped the leg with gauze and the wet leather for the cast. When it dried, it would be quite stiff and hold up even when she decided to walk.

When she finished tending to the leg, she handed Yvaine the cup of tea she'd prepared for her. "It is healing well. You will not even know it was broken in several more weeks." She smiled as she sat back on her heels. "Is there anything else I can get for you? Food, or water?" She didn't know what stars ate, but she seemed to do well enough on the tea. Perhaps she was hungry.

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