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expiationlogs2023-06-04 10:13 am
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2023-06-04 10:13 am
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Green and imperfect June
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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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
[Nothing here appeals? Toss in your own prompt, or hmu--I'm a PM away, and in the server and on plurk @
no subject
No, better not to put it to the test. And if that means holding people at arms length, that's still a pleasant enough way to live. Nobody said your friends and allies need to reach your heart when they can reach your smile instead. ]
Seek him out. I'm sure he just feels guilty about what he put you through. And in my expert opinion, being busy with work is just a really, really convenient excuse, [ he adds with a grin. ] It'll work out.
[ He believes it. Ethlyn is a decent sort, and he can't imagine anyone holding any ill feelings towards her for long. ]
Besides, we've seen where overwork has gotten you, [ he points out, gesturing towards her wounded knee. ] After something big like that, what everyone really needs is a celebration. Some good food, some good drink, some dancing... maybe less of the dancing, in this case, but still!
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I can see why you're an archer. Your insights strike just as true--and mercilessly.
[It's an acknowledgement that he's right, because when he puts it that way, she can't deny it. She doesn't blame Noel, but having to help the injured in the aftermath has been a way to hold off thinking about how she came close to death again. She doesn't want to think about that feeling. She doesn't want to talk to anyone about it. How would she even begin, anyway?]
You're right, of course. I can't imagine how badly I'd feel if someone had taken hold of my mind and used me to hurt others. It's a relief that they were able to get their minds back after all.
[She smiles a little when he mentions the idea of a celebration, though.]
That would be a wonderful way to lift people's spirits--and I'd be happy to take the role of chaperon on this occasion.