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Tweak says, "being dead inside"

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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tonks_please
2008-09-02 12:30 am UTC (link)

The witch was more than used to the tone of voice Yvaine used. It was pretty typical, actually, for how people spoke to her. It was an odd contradiction in the Auror, that she was good at her job and yet somehow managed to miss a large part of the casual things people said. When Yvaine spoke in the patronizing tone, Tonks accepted it without comment, and didn't give so much as a sharp look to indicate she was annoyed. She wasn't, though she caught the tone easily enough. Though it seemed bizarre to her, when stars in her world stayed firmly fixed in the sky, there had been enough odd things to happen to her on Mirage that the idea of a fallen star wasn't so bizarre, really.

"Right, I see. I bet you want to go home... anyway, interesting lot here, isn't there? I never met so many strange people, not even in Muggle London."

She finished her examination and pulled her her wand with a brisk, no nonsense attitude. She'd heard enough from the pretty girl to figure that the only real thing she could do here was heal her. And somehow, she thought that Yvaine wouldn't protest. The star's question made her laugh merrily, but not cruely. It was still taking some getting used to, this concept that people wouldn't know she was a witch. In her world, everyone she interacted with was a witch or wizard. There would be no need to ask that question.

"Yeah, I'm a witch, love. Alright, so I hope that you haven't grown too fond of that tea... you're not going to need it anymore."

She'd done this all sorts of times on herself after bad accidents, and even on other Aurors when she'd been working with them. It wasn't so strange to be doing it here. She placed the wand directly against the star's broken leg, not hard enough to hurt it, but firmly. An expression of supreme concentration came over her face, and magical energy flowed through her wand. For several long moments she stayed like that, and then when she knew instinctively that it was done, she pulled the wand away and looked up and the blonde, feling slightly dizzy. It had been a bit of an effort, but she'd be okay in a second.

"How's that, then?"

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