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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
2008-08-24 07:35 am UTC (link)

Yvaine had been about to go to sleep before the cavewoman had come. That’s what she’d been awaiting, though. The star woman knew humans were day walkers most of the time, and the tea always came at a specific time in the morning. The tea wasn’t very good when it was cold, so she usually stayed up to drink the tea before going to bed.

This was so different, though. Having Ayla actually tell her first hand accounts of the life she’d lived- even if it was only a small part- was so much better than simply watching the way things were on the earth from the sky. Sometimes Yvaine saw things she couldn’t comprehend because she couldn’t see everything she wanted, and she couldn’t interact with humans the way she wanted. Frankly, the evening star had always wished for an adventure of sorts like she’d seen below. Hadn’t a witch in Faerie once told young girl, “Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”? Yes. Now that she thought about it, that had been what had come from the old woman’s lips. Too bad she hadn’t heeded the advice, as it was a good tip for all.

Yvaine could see that talking about Ayla’s child, Durc, was difficult and painful, but she couldn’t help her intense curiosity. It wasn’t necessary for the evening star to inquire about Broud. It was a man’s name, she thought, and if he was put into a story where a woman was pregnant… She’d seen it before. It was sad, but often times the women loved the children they poor from such stressful situations. It was sad to think that Ayla had been much younger when she’d had her first child. After all, she would have been a child herself, wouldn’t she have been?

However, she didn’t understand one thing. “Deformed how? A large head doesn’t seem like a deformity to me.” Then her voice softened with a note of sympathy. “Did something happen to Durc?” So it was mid-morning. How could Yvaine resist such a fascinating story of a life she would never be able to live, no matter how long she lived below the stars instead of among them? Besides, she had heard from the human’s conversations that talking about things was a healthy way to relieve stress and to get over bad feelings.

“Things like this never happen in the sky. It’s interesting to hear the stories of other’s lives.”

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_ayla_
2008-08-24 01:57 pm UTC (link)

"It was not his large head that they determined to be deformed. It was his long neck, his high forehead and thin limbs. He didn't look like a Clan baby, but he didn't look like a baby of the Others, either. Because he was different, they thought he would be a detriment to the Clan. But he grew up strong, and healthy. Only I knew he wasn't deformed. Just different." She explained this all very passionately. She loved her child, and she had wanted him so badly. She couldn't let them kill him after all she'd gone through to get him.

She knew that the woman was curious about her life, and she really didn't mind talking about it. It was painful, yes, but forgetting him would be more painful. She liked to talk about him, and remember him. She shook her head at the next question, though. "Nothing happened to Durc. At least, not directly. You see, I was cursed with death. Those cursed with death are dead to their people. I was no longer alive, just a spirit." She knew now that it was impossible, but it was the way the Clan lived, it was what they believed.

"I knew that if I stayed, the Clan would be uneasy. And I knew Durc would never be able to let me go. I had to leave. Iza told me before she died that Broud would find a way to hurt me. She told me that I needed to leave and find my own people. The Others. And he did hurt me. He took everything I had away from me." But she had won. Because Broud had hated her so much, he made himself look weak. His hatred of her made him make some bad decisions. In the end, even though he had cursed her with death, Ayla had made him look stupid. He had lost face with the rest of the Clan.

Ayla couldn't imagine life as a star. It seemed like such a bland existence. There was no love, no children. Just sisters and a mother. No friends, no interaction. Eating and drinking light and darkness. She could understand the star's curiosity. Ayla was curious herself about other cultures and the way they lived and believed different things. But she realized it was getting late.

She had overstayed her welcome, and she knew she needed to let the star woman rest. She stood up and went to gather her cups. Maybe next time, she would listen to what Yvaine had to say. She knew that even in her bland existence, she must have some good stories to tell. And Ayla was a sucker for stories. "Good day, Yvaine." She smiled, and then exited the room that so resembled the night sky.

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