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fallen_star (fallen_star) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-31 00:44:00

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complete, day 13, nymphadora tonks, yvaine

Day Thirteen
Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Yvaine
What: Healing a Star’s Leg
When: Day 13; Evening
Where: Wandering the Grounds
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Yvaine sighed as her eyes fluttered open. Spiritless stars twinkled back at her flatly. The storm had passed by the time she had awakened the night before, but her leg had ached a bit, so she chose not to face those wicked stairs and the outside. Instead she passed the time by singing and thinking until the early morning when Ayla brought the cup of tea. She drank it, then went promptly to sleep. Despite going to bed late, she awoke just as the sun was setting as she always had. It was quite lucky that the time of day coincided with the time of day in her former world. The cave woman had made it clear that she was no longer near Earth or Faerie. This was another world, another place.

This night, Yvaine’s leg was feeling better. She felt ready to fair the staircase and walk around the place. She wanted to see the stars. Maybe her sisters could see her from where she was, and they would tell her mother she was safe and only a little hurt. It would heal. Everything would be okay.

Gripping the crutches, she lifted herself to a standing position with one under each arm pit. Her gait was as ungraceful as one could get, but what could anyone say? She had a broken leg. If anyone smarted off to her she would give those dunderheads a piece of her mind. With determination and an edge of pessimism, she stepped out into the hallway, hobbled down the stairs, and went out the door.

The air was warm. Strike that. The air was hot. The sun had just set, so it would cool off with the aid of the breezes blowing off the sea, but the evening star knew immediately the day must have been a hot one. That was the trouble with the ground. In the sky, stars twinkled, more numerous than she’d thought formerly. They were not her sisters, though- not a single one, even the furthest stars. Neither of the moons was her mother, but she already knew that was the way of it. They didn’t shine and twinkle the way her family had. What a pity. So much more beauty could have been had within the night sky. A sadness washed over her, making her feel a little bitter. That feeling of being truly lost where even her family could not view her wellbeing swept through her. Life was going to be incredibly difficult from here on out.

Despite her sadness, she still shone. It wasn’t in stars to ever stop shining as their skin was coated in a dust of sorts that shimmered brightly. If one who was very far away were to look in her direction, she would appear to be a tiny point of light.

Yvaine sighed and moved along. She did not go within the largest building, for she had been within doors for far too long- even if her room resembled the sky a bit. The fresh air was nice, despite the strange salty quality to it. It added an interesting spark she’d never experienced before, and she quite liked it. This was what humans experienced- scents, tastes, and there were plenty of things to touch and observe now that the perspective had drastically changed. She shined a tiny bit lighter.

Despite the warmth of the evening and the hindering crutches, Yvaine decided she would explore the grounds.

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fallen_star
2008-09-01 04:22 am UTC (link)

The star smiled pleasantly, though a hint of sadness touched her features. “Thank you. My sisters thought the same. That’s why they called me Yvaine.” She had only been here for five days, but it was already hard thinking about the home she’d inadvertently left behind when she’d fallen. Already she missed the comfort of her thousands of sisters and her beautiful mother.

“Tonks is an interesting name.” It wasn’t a compliment, but it wasn’t an insult either. It was just an opinion. She’d never heard the name Tonks before, but it almost seemed better suited for a male than a female, especially one as lovely as the one standing before her. She didn’t really know the woman well enough to know how well the name was suited to her, though.

“Well, I didn’t fall on purpose.” Yvaine’s tone suddenly took on a note of irritation, “I was minding my own business when I was hit by some bloody necklace that knocked me from the sky. When I hit the ground my leg started hurting. I tried to get the necklace so I could return it to its owner, but then the world spun around me, and I was there.” She pointed off in the distance toward the meadow. Her voice softened. “A medicine woman named Ayla found me. She said my leg was broken.” The star lifted the skirt of her silvery dress to show the leg splint and the leather bands wrapping around her lower leg.

She dropped her dress back down and looked up at Tonks while she leaned on the crutches and unwounded leg. “Potion? I don’t know how to make one, and I‘ve never really witnessed one being made that could heal a wound very quickly. Ayla has been doing her best to heal me. She gives me a medicinal tea every day to drink. It makes the pain less.” After a pause she added, “I’ve never been hurt before. I don’t know how to heal myself. I‘ve seen humans healing from wounds and broken bones, though. I suppose it will just take a matter of time. Ayla said a few weeks.” Even the magick in Faerie hadn’t been as immediate as the magick to which Tonks was accustomed- though the star wouldn’t know that.

Now that she really looked, this woman dressed strangely, in a style she had never before seen. Even the eccentrics of Faerie hadn’t worn such clothing, though brighter colours were definitely common.

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tonks_please
2008-09-01 11:00 am UTC (link)

She laughed at the girl's comment, and shrugged a little. Truth be told, she was used to people not really getting why she went by her name. Of course, they never knew her first name, or else maybe they'd get it.

"Well, my name isn't just Tonks, of course, but I don't use my first name. Don't know what my mother was thinking. Of course, her name is Andromeda, so maybe she was just passing the pain along."

Realizing that she was rambling, as was her habit, she shut her mouth and listened to the woman's story. Not that it made a whole lot of sense to her, not really. Unless Yvaine had been flying, but how could someone fly when they couldn't even make a potion or cast a spell to heal a broken bone?

"Wait... why were you in the sky?" She wandered over to the other girl, tucking her wand in her front jean's pocket, still brightly lit but out of her way. "Ayla... yeah, I think I might have seen her around. Cavewoman? Never talked to her, she'd been here as long as I have, though, maybe even longer."

As she kept up this steady stream of chatter, she stopped in front of the wounded star and dropped to her knees in front of her. Again, she lifted her skirt just a little, just enough to see the splinted up leg. Muggle's could be so strange about wounds. Inventive really, the ways they dealt without having magic.

"Yeah, looks broken to me... does it hurt a whole lot? What sort of tea does she give you? Does it make the pain completely go away?"

She'd never had any aspirations towards a healing profession, but she was the clumsiest person in the United Kingdom, she was pretty sure. She fell down more times in a day than most people did in a year. Also, she'd played Quidditch. She had her own experience with broken bones.

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