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Posted on May 31, 2010 at 10:29:46 PM by Phoenix
 You ever tried escaping a flood on a wardrobe? It sucks you can’t steer for a start you just bob up and down up and down. What makes it worse is the fact that locked inside that previously perfectly working wardrobe is a rabid fox that is more than adequately prepared to bite your foot off because it’s just that hungry. Facing a dragon is so much easier; trust me she knows from experience. Right now she’d quite happily take on ten dragons all that consider her nothing more than a snack and are particularly crabby due to the fact you want to steal ‘their’ stone. Yes that seemed a much more easy to deal with situation than the reality of this one. Tough for her she’s learnt that reality can not be escaped and that the simple truth is if its a bad situation chances are your not dreaming its real and it’s going to keep getting worse unless you do something or learn to deal with it. For the past few, what was it weeks or days? Reality had been pretty hard to deal with mainly because crying and sobbing was only something she could deal with for so long. Sure she half understood why people were crying or upset or angry even. The situation was not a good one sure, but crying wasn’t going to make it better neither was getting angry and hitting things. Her mind had gone into overdrive the moment the flooding was immanent and admittedly she was not the cleverest being around but sailing on a wardrobe had worked out in the end. Plus now they ere at the core along with everyone else, other than some who’d left the building to go into the lands which were soggy but habitable given suitable building structures and the like. Everyone had seemed to have the same thought pattern when they’d reached the core; find out where the people they cared about were, if they were alive and the like. She’d been the same as had Jensen. He’d found Joey and she had searched for Morgana. There hadn’t been a need to worry about Kopa or Loki. Mainly because Loki was locked inside her wardrobe and Kopa well as soon as the connection was back he’d pretty much tackled Jensen, that was the lions way though. Phoenix had been out in the corridors when she discovered that the connection was back. Truth sight had flickered and then whumph an annoying amount of thin silver cords could be seen nearly everywhere. She’d run back to the wardrobe to hear angry shouts inside her hed from Loki ‘where the hell am I! Phoenix if you let Kopa eat me I’ll never forgive you!’ She’d blocked the shouts out as she fought to open the stupid water logged wardrobe. She didn’t exactly have the key on her anymore so she used the only thing she had left from the flood, the sword which she’d left clipped to her belt. Afterwards the fox had quite loudly complained that she could have cut him in half with the damn thing. He’d shut up when she pointed out that he’d bit her foot whilst he was hungry and the fox apologised a lot to her at least. Of course he wouldn’t to anyone else unless phoenix yelled at him. In fact his greeting to Kopa was classic Loki; he’d padded quietly and bit the lion’s tail. Her familiar was rather good at annoying the large lion and thus she’d spent the last few days keeping the two apart before they drove her insane or more so since everyone’s at least a little bit crazy. Admittedly her powers weren’t exactly helpful ones, truth sight only helped in the case of medical issues when she could see there was an underlying cause it just wasn’t helpful enough to point out what it was. It also didn’t help that the place was crowded with Shamans entire population it made her eye water a lot. Ecological empathy was worse and decidedly unhelpful as the lands natural order was completely thrown she had a pit of nausea constantly roiling in her stomach and it made her more irritable than usual and she was fairly sure it made her look like death. Today was just the same she’d woken on the cold stone of the floor, something she was actually used to, and thus she was one of the few who didn’t mind it. Still it made her limbs ache slightly as it did most. Her long black hair fell messily about her face and even when she ran her fingers though it, it would soon fall back into its tumbled state. Since her foot was nearly healed she only wore a single white bandage around the dressing and traversed the castle as barefooted as always. She avoided the ways which led to the dead and bodies which were burning. She was no use there and staring at the fires and smelling the stench that came from burning flesh was not helpful. Loki hated the fire he claimed it was all because he was an arctic fox and that he preferred the cold. Phoenix on the other hand believed it was more due to the fact a dragon had once burnt them both with flames. In stead she went to the healers, sure she didn’t have that power but she could still help set broken legs, stitch wounds that needed to be stitched, or at the very least bring water to those who needed it. Holding someone’s hand while they died was not beneath her even if the pain of their last moments would only be remembered by her and their assigned healer, she had to keep busy or she’d go crazy. As of now she was sat on a makeshift cot with a boy she guessed to be eight a deep gash ran across the top of his head stopping right above his eye. Loki had curled up on the boys lap and he gripped the fox’s fur tightly as he watched phoenix produce a sharp needle and clean thread. “Hey I promise I’ll make this be as painless as I can. Just keep stroking Loki.” Using the warm water that had already been brought to her she carefully cleaned the deep oozing cut and smiled at the boy as he bit into his lip. “How’d you managed this anyways it is a rather impressive wound?” She continued her voice was calm and soft a distraction method she’d been quick to learn. Threading the needle the boy began to speak. “Fell down” he mumbled. She arched an eyebrow and pushed the sharp point of the needle into his skin quickly and carefully threaded the cotton through. She felt him flinch as she did so. “Fell down? Well mister I doubt you’d get this kind of cut from a tumble down the stairs, hold still sweetie,” her words remained at the same level of softness you would hear a lullaby sung in. Now she’d started her fingers worked deftly and quickly in threading the needle in and out forming eight little neat stitches. “I got in a fight,” he stuttered his face tightening in a wince as she ended the last stitch, “but please don’t tell my dad he’ll get mad at me”. His fingers released their tight grip on the fox’s fur as he felt the young woman’s soft fingers pressing a clean dressing to his head. “I'm not going to tell him but fighting isn’t going to help anyone especially if it just ends in you getting hurt.” Her tone held the lilt of authority and seriousness to it and the boy nodded fervidly before shooting off. Sighing tiredly she rubbed her forehead and focused on pushing the nausea in her stomach away. Loki glanced at his mistress worriedly and nudged her side affectionately. Her fingers combed through his fur for a moment as she waited for the next patient to be sent to her. |
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