Post by Cawlie on Nov 5, 2008 16:53:38 GMT -5
"Shhh, now, don't move. Stay with me...keep your eyes on me."
A Priestess floods the young woman with Holy Light.
"Don't be afraid."
The healer has made the young woman bite down on a leather riding crop. It was the only way to stop the bleeding. And there was a lot of blood loss...it happens with that sort of a wound.
She continues her ministrations of healing and cleansing. Tireously she has worked to save this woman. There is so much terror and pain in her green eyes, so many questions. But she must be stablized first.
"I am so thankful I allowed the Light to direct my steps today. I got here just in time to save you." She turns her face away from the smell of burnt hair. "Who did this to you?"
The fear in those green eyes reveals that she knows....all too well she knows. "Do you know why?" A rapid head shake is the answer the priestess recieves. Those sad green eyes ask a question and the mysterious priestess hesitates to answer.
"No, I'm sorry, your family did not make it...the townsmen are retreiving......" The owner of those green eyes throws her head back and from her soul her mouth opens to scream....the only noise that is made is a low. gutteral wail. Green eyes fly open in terror...the priestess grabs the woman to embrace her, comfort her, tell her.
"..they, they...Dear Light?....hun, they cut the....tip of your tongue...I know......they didn't ..wa-want you to talk..about wh-what happened....they left you to die. I....." her voice trails off.
She holds her tighter while she sobs and shakes. The priestess hums a tune of comfort taught to her by the Ancients. After several minutes that seem like hours she asks the broken woman, "Your name hun, can you tell me your name? Place you lips against my ear and tell me."
She tries, dear Light she tries. All several attempts will muster is one name, two heart rending syllables: "Cawlie----Cawlie."
Two green eyes open upward. They look at a waning moon and they are filled with hatred and revenge.
A Priestess floods the young woman with Holy Light.
"Don't be afraid."
The healer has made the young woman bite down on a leather riding crop. It was the only way to stop the bleeding. And there was a lot of blood loss...it happens with that sort of a wound.
She continues her ministrations of healing and cleansing. Tireously she has worked to save this woman. There is so much terror and pain in her green eyes, so many questions. But she must be stablized first.
"I am so thankful I allowed the Light to direct my steps today. I got here just in time to save you." She turns her face away from the smell of burnt hair. "Who did this to you?"
The fear in those green eyes reveals that she knows....all too well she knows. "Do you know why?" A rapid head shake is the answer the priestess recieves. Those sad green eyes ask a question and the mysterious priestess hesitates to answer.
"No, I'm sorry, your family did not make it...the townsmen are retreiving......" The owner of those green eyes throws her head back and from her soul her mouth opens to scream....the only noise that is made is a low. gutteral wail. Green eyes fly open in terror...the priestess grabs the woman to embrace her, comfort her, tell her.
"..they, they...Dear Light?....hun, they cut the....tip of your tongue...I know......they didn't ..wa-want you to talk..about wh-what happened....they left you to die. I....." her voice trails off.
She holds her tighter while she sobs and shakes. The priestess hums a tune of comfort taught to her by the Ancients. After several minutes that seem like hours she asks the broken woman, "Your name hun, can you tell me your name? Place you lips against my ear and tell me."
She tries, dear Light she tries. All several attempts will muster is one name, two heart rending syllables: "Cawlie----Cawlie."
Two green eyes open upward. They look at a waning moon and they are filled with hatred and revenge.
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