Green and imperfect June

[baldrshand]

Who: Ethlyn and thee
Where: Around Aldrip
What: Open log for throughout June (or backdating a little closer after the battle if you wish!)
Warnings: None to start with!


Go home and take a shave

[Normally Ethlyn works in a little clinic near the edge of town, but the one that's been set up up in the inn is much more active what with the chaos from Pessiria and this newer chaos from the party... and then the party potions. Ethlyn's not sure what she's supposed to do about being attractive to rats or sprouting whiskers that weren't there before, but...]

All right... what did you get into that you shouldn't have?

[She's just trying to be friendly, not judging. Much.]

Cleaning up

[The colossus from the forest may be gone, but like a strawberry plant or a lilac, its runners, roots, and suckers still have life of their own that needs to be weeded out. That's in contrast to the patches of wood and field that have been bled dry.

Ethlyn's walking beside her horse, Venture, with a bagful of seeds in her hands--in the saddle is one of the forest fae.]

Well, here goes nothing... [She tosses out a handful of wildflower seeds and takes a breath, channeling the fairy's borrowed power through her hand. In a moment, daisies, sorrel, and grasses begin spiraling up from the ground.] Oh, my.

[Elsewhere, however, you may find Ethlyn riding slowly through the fields, sword in hand and scanning the ground. She must have seen movement, because in a moment she dismounts and walks briskly to confront something in the weeds.]

Healers: take your own advice

[She's been doing the usual things you're supposed to do after losing blood from severe injury: eating eggs and liver and peas, and the novelty of a thermos has allowed her to take beef tea along with her in her saddle when she makes her rounds. So she's been eating the right things.

She hasn't been doing the other thing that she always admonishes patients with... that whole 'take it easy' business. But there's so much to do, obviously she can put off the rest... until her muscles take matters into their own hands and go on strike.]

Ah... blast.

[There's a bench nearby, and she sits down on it a little more solidly than her sense of pride would like. She unhooks the thermos from her belt and rubs her sore leg. She'll just sit here for a few minutes. Five, or twenty maybe.]

Wildcard

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Comments

[baldrshand]

Yes, yes, I know that. [It's not said impatiently, but ruefully. She knows how hypocritical she's been the past some days over this.] I've been saying that to plenty of people myself since I was able to get back on my feet.

[She rubs her shoulder, one of the other places where her body needs more rest than she's been giving it.]

And I definitely need my arm and my leg to be fully better. Otherwise I might have to really slow down.

[caregives]

[Leanne gazes over the other woman for a moment, considering.]

You do. Maybe I could help push your healing along, but... it's not going to do any good if you're going to keep straining yourself. It'd be a waste of energy.

[she's not trying to be an asshole, and her tone doesn't suggest it. she's just being blunt, as she would to any other would-be patients she'd treat.]

[baldrshand]

[Ethlyn runs her eye over Leanne in turn. She knows Leanne doesn't want to be evaluated herself, but she's decidedly off-color, even if it isn't the sort of pale and wan look one usually sees with fatigue.]

I don't think I'd want to push you to that, either. If we're talking of strain, I think you need to let yourself get some of that energy back.

[She leans back against the bench.]

We're both hypocrites. All the warriors we've scolded in our past lives are going to come here just to laugh at us.

[caregives]

[Leanne huffs, but as she puts her hands back into her lap, she notices her complexion for seemingly the first time. she rotates her arm so that she can look at where her veins would be on her forearm, to find that they were starting to glow with a faint orange and dark red light.]

They will be.

[under her mess of hair that's fallen out of her braid, she moves to touch her ears. those too, have become more pointed in her exhaustion.]

I guess you're right. [she mutters, as she takes her hair out of her braid so she can start finger combing at her curls.] My glamor is starting to fade a little, it seems.

[baldrshand]

[Ethlyn watches as Leanne turns her arm around, nothing the glowing in her veins as well. That's... interesting. A few months ago she would have been shocked into an exclamation about it, but after the wonders of electricity and polygamous marriages, and riding on the back of a man who's part horse to save people from a plant-monster that towered above the forest...

...Ethlyn is still raising her eyebrows, admittedly, but she's not as shocked as perhaps she ought to be.]

I was going to say you're looking off-color, but it sounds like there's more to it than that.