Healing the Fox

Aerea : move slowly as the fox was very heavy. “Queen Acacia, I found you at last. Can you help this fox, he fell onto some sharp rocks, his roots are not as good a climbing as mine.”

Acacia: leans over and reaches out her hand to take the tiny fox kit from the dryad , biting her lip to keep from smiling as the fox kit was very close in size to the tiny dryad. “Here, let me see him” As she had been meditating on her element of water from the bee garden, seeing if distance from the element made a difference, she was open to her element.

Aerea: lifted the kit onto Acacia’s out stretched hands, stepping back to let the Queen do her stuff.

Acacia: Lifting the tiny kit, she could see some tiny cuts on the tender pads of the kit.She spoke in fae *homer hufl hogat* and a gentle stream of water came from her hand to cleanse the cuts. They were not serious, but would be very painful for the tiny fox to walk on. releasing her conection with the element of water with a whispered thank you,  She reached out for the element of fire,  finding it, feel her pulse quicken, speaking in fae once more *rwulqude ruci, bacurv olg miow* focusing on purifying and curing the tiny cuts.  The kit wriggled on her palm, yipping that it tickled.

Aerea gasped surprised by the flames that has surrounded the foxes feet. “are they going to burn him?” stepping back with an instinctive fear of all fire.

Acacia Thanking the lord of Fire, she broke the connection when the flame shifted from healing to tickling. “There you go little one” as the fox tried to lick her face and tumbled to land at her feet, bouncing right back up to look at Aerea with bright eyes.  “No, the elements know what they are doing far more than I. But he is all better, go run and play. ”

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A matter of priorities.

snapshot_730As night began to fall, Acacia spirals down to land on the icy mountain side. It was a good place to study the undead and learn their patterns. The fae guard had been patrolling and watching on the shore of Anar as they protected their home. The pattern thus far had been that a small group headed each night for Anar, walking into the water and heading under it making their slow way across the river bottom, As the dawn broke each morning they had turned back. Each day they had made progress, finding faster routes over the stones and deep trenches. The guard had reported to her the movements that they had noted and they seemed mainly focused on heading into Sylvhara.

Standing in the chill waters that welled up from deep with in the mountain, she watched, studying them closely. Malada had warned that the obelisk had started to throw lightening a well. Undead skeletons, Could this be Eccho up to some new trick? People kept suggesting Dinnin, but he employed demons for his tasks, as well as offering to help with them for a price. Whoever it was, there was a reason, and there had to be a solution. She knew that the rangers and others had held the line, and at great cost.

The icy water rushed past her ankles, as she studied them looking for a pattern. Her stomach turned as she studied these animated bits of death. It was the signs of their life that made them so repugnant to her. She stilled her winds as she felt them fluttering with the the urge to be gone from here, These skeletons were different than the ones she had fought in Anurum. It was the bits of clothing and flesh that clung to their bones, it was clear that they had once been living and were now dead. The other difference she noted was the eyes. They glowed green, something about the color tugged at her thoughts but she just could not place it.

Serendipityes trilled as a skeletal hand grasped the edge of the rock face. Acacia intent on studies of the ruins and the monolith, did not look up but merely responded “hmmm?” Serendipityes flew into her line of sight, “Undead, here now!”  Acacia looked to where she pointed, pulling on the weave a purple glow surrounding her as she pulled strongly, focusing on the skeletal warrior who hand pulled himself over the cliff face and was headed her way.  The sword caught the last light of the setting sun, causing it to flash a dull red, broken by the patched of rust and nicks that  covered the blade. The blade had areas of blackness as if it had been burned. What she had heard flashed through her mind in a split second, they had burned them, yet they just kept coming. The chilly water she stood in, swirled around her legs, The current seeming stronger, as if the water itself wishes to fight this undead being.  Before it could bring its sword to a ready stance, Acacia comanded in a clear voice, “Eilimint na Cruinne, ordaímse duit, Tabhair amach as an cloch sin a mhian liom.” (Element of water, I command you, freeze and dance your tiny flowers about us). It was one of the first spells she had learned, and the water lept to do her bidding,  a squall of snow and ice rising from the water and rushing to surround the warrior in a binding wall of snow, as ice slowly formed over the bones and rotting flesh that made his creature. She heard Sere’s shout of “Another comes, there are several  of them”  She had not brought her bow or staff, and the crystal dagger she wore seemed useless. Acacia lifted from the ground and took flight, moving out from the cliff face and she continued to pour mana from the weave into the ice storm. As she flew, one of the skeletons swung his sword and managed to strike a glancing blow on her leg.  The undead warriors turned and moved to the edge of the cliff, all of their green eyes turned to her. The ice of the storm grew thick on them, freezing them into place.

From her airborn vantage, she kept pouring power into the spell until the ice was thick and growing opaque. They had never scaled the cliffs before, but yet they had come after her.  Looking down, she looked where the others far below were headed, Along each path was a place of Magic, nodding to herself as she lifted further, This was something they would have to deal with at the root of the problem. Fighting them by herself would be a waste of effort for the best she could hope would be to slow the tide, not stop it. The monolith had to be removed, and that would require all working together.

It was a matter of priorities, First the Illithid and then this. With a nod to Sere to follow, she headed home to Anar.

 

 

A matter of rules.

A Sonnet is a poem of an expressive thought or idea made up of 14 lines, each being 10 syllables long. Its rhymes are arranged according to one of the schemes – Italian, where eight lines called an octave consisting of two quatrains which normally open the poem as the question are followed by six lines called a sestet that are the answer, or the more common English which is three quatrains followed by a rhyming couplet.

I have been feeling rather philosophical about rules. I tend to think of them as the frame work on which we create our artwork, but lately I have been thinking of them more in terms of creating a Sonnet. You have a set of rules that must be followed or it is not a Sonnet. Within the structure of those rules, you have absolute freedom to do what you will, and it is still a sonnet. Others will either like or dislike it, but all know it to be a Sonnet.  When you do not follow the rules, it can still be a poem, but it is not a Sonnet.

I have been feeling lately like I was told that we are all here to write Sonnets. I was made to learn the rules, and when I tried to bend or push them, I was told no. We only allow Sonnets.   Now, I find that I am still feeling constrained to write Sonnets, while others get to write Haiku and other still get to write freeform verse with no rules at all.

There is a bit of frustration that comes when it get hard to write a Sonnet, when you see how easy it is to write a haiku in comparison, and people tell you to ignore those writing free form as no one respects them anyway.  Yet, there they are shouting free form verse as you are quietly trying to write your Sonnet.

I have been trying to be more accepting of the fact that perhaps we are all writing poetry. However, when we are creating a group piece, and three people are writing Haiku, someone else is doing only rhyming couplets, and our loner shouting their free form verse, It makes it impossible for me to do what I set out to do, write a Sonnet.

Why is it that they have to be allowed to write their poetry because otherwise they will not have fun?  Why is their fun more important than my ability to have fun?

 

Seeking Healing

Acacia Rose  falls to the floor of the healers hall in a shower of purple sparkles, a wing membrane torn and blood pouring from her shoulder.  looking to the startled young healer trainee, “Help me please”  The trainee runs looking for a healer.

Katina Star is about to get ready for bed when the trainee knocks frantically on the door to the Marshal’s Office. “Ugh…. I’ll be right there.” As quickly as she can run, Katina shows up at the healers hall looking concerned. “Acacia! What happened?”

Acacia Rose  looks up to see Katina from where she lay on the floor “I was attacked, a dagger to my wing and the crossbow bolt in my shoulder.”

Katina Star kneels to carefully lift Acacia, trying not to jostle her too much, cradling her friend in her arms as though she weighed nothing and carrying her over to a bed.
She sets Acacia down carefully so she can examine the wounds. “Hmm… I’ll find something to patch the wing… it’s different from my wing… this bolt though….” she sighs “I can probably remove it but I’m not as skilled a surgeon as Malada… I can do battlefield first aid at most, and divine healing will only help so far until that thing is out.”

Acacia Rose  relaxes knowing she is in good hands, “Mira told me that Vellette said that someone was after her fae, I was checking the gardens when I was attacked from the shadows”

Katina Star scowls at whoever would be hunting fae. She focuses on the crossbow wound first as it’s bleeding the most. “I can probably just pull this out instead of having to force it through like one would an arrow…”

Acacia Rose  nods to Katina, “Yes, do go ahead,” she gripped the pillow knowing that it would hurt.

Katina Star sighs, preparing herself, and then remembers something. “Hang on, maybe this will help… I know Snow did this for me before I had an arrow removed once… they had to push it THROUGH my body with the barbing…”

Aetheyr wanders in, it’s little hand rummaging around in a pouch while it mutters something about unicorns to itself.

Katina Star gently lays a hand on top of Acacia’s head and begins to pray in draconic. “bahamut, troth sia thurirl, batobot jaciv geou ti kiwieg loerchik de nomeno procedure…” (Bahamut, protect my friend, that she will not feel pain from this procedure…)

Aetheyr stops at the sound of a voice and looks up. It frowns at seeing Acacia laid out on the table. “What’s going on?”, it asks, speaking loudly to be heard.

Katina Star continues to pray over Acacia, waiting to see the effect. Her wing and tail spikes glow with divine light.

Acacia Rose  nodded and felt the unfamiliar magic swirl around her. The magic of deities always fascinated her. She still gripped the pillow, but felt a little floaty, smiling to Aethheyr, “Miye, it is the wind Katina”

Katina Star nods to the elemental. “Bring me two bowls, one with water and one empty, and some cloth”

Aetheyr wiggles it’s fingers in a small wave to Acacia, still frowning. It blinks, then sees the injuries to the Fae and runs to fetch the items.

Katina Star stops praying over Acacia and takes the bowls and cloth. “Thank you.” She wraps the cloth around the shaft of the bolt that’s still poking out of Acacia’s shoulder and grips tightly. “Boy I hope my spell worked…” she mutters before giving it a careful tug.

Aetheyr looks at the full sized bowls in consternation for a moment, then frowns and whispers something quietly, and waits. It smiles gratefully when a helpful wind assists it in lifting and carrying one bowl at a time, setting them on the floor by Katina’s feet. It pulls a water skin from it’s pouch and fills one of them with water, then runs back and laboriously carries a towel over as well.

Aetheyr climbs on top of a nearby chair so it can see over the edge of the bed. It peers curiously at what Katina is doing, a small frown on it’s little face.

Acacia Rose  felt oddly devoid of pain, it hurt, but no longer the sharp throbbiing pain. She smiled at the elemental “You are so pretty”

Katina Star notices minimal reaction from Acacia and hehs. She carefully pulls the bolt out the rest of the way and sets it in the empty bowl before folding bandages into a thick square to place over the wound. She applies pressure and begins to wrap up Acacia’s shoulder to hold the patch in place.

Aetheyr blinks at the Fae and looks down at itself confusedly for a moment. Seeing nothing unusual, it shrugs and goes back to watching Katina dressing the wound with great interest.

Acacia Rose  looks to Katina, “I want the bolt, to scry”

Katina Star nods “Yes, I’ve saved it.” She finishes wrapping up Acacia’s shoulder and lays her hand on top of it. Her wing and tail spikes begin to glow again, as well as her hands, as she prays for Bahamut to heal the wound.”You should be lucky the bolt was smooth”

Aetheyr frowns slightly watching the bandaging. It looks at it’s own tiny hands and back again, and shakes it’s head.

Acacia Rose  “It seemed more pointy than smooth to me. She continued to watch the tiny Elemental, “I like the wind you know, it helps me fly”

Aetheyr pulls a tiny parchment envelope from it’s pouch and offers it to Katina. “Comfrey. If you sprinkle it on the wound it will heal faster”, it says simply.

Katina Star finishes channeling healing power to Acacia and sighs, looking exhausted. “By smooth I mean not barbed.” Katina Star nods at Aetheyr. “Thanks… when her bandages are changed we’ll apply some.” She starts to wash the blood off her hands with the bowl of water.

Aetheyr nods. It looks at the Fae curiously for a moment, and a small breeze appears to gently flutter her wings.

Katina Star looks at the torn wing now. “What should be done about this? Your wings are so delicate, mine are a bit thicker. I worry if we stitch your wing like Malada stitched mine it might just do more harm than good…”

Acacia Rose  felt the wound begin to knit itself back together feeling oddly like she did while in the middle of a transmutation, the flesh shifting and coming together. The bleeding stopping but still clearly  a wound”

Katina Star: “Unless we used a *really* tiny needle and *really* thin thread. Or maybe just healing power will do it”

Aetheyr rummages in it’s pouch again, producing a small jar of a thick amber substance. It holds the jar out to Katina. “This might help. It’s sap from a maple. It’s sticky, might put the wing together enough for it to heal on it’s own”, it says the last in a somewhat questioning tone, as if uncertain.

Katina Star smiles at Aetheyr “That actually sounds much better than attempting to stitch this tear. I don’t want to poke more holes in her wing”

Acacia Rose  nods at this. “the one hole is more than enough for me thank you!

Katina Star pats a bare spot on the bed and looks at Aetheyr. “Come up here and help seal this. I’ll hold the tear together for you”

Aetheyr looks up at the bed, then closes it’s eyes and jumps, somehow managing to jump much higher than such a small creature should be able to. It lands softly on the edge of the bed, the jar cradled in it’s hands. It carefully moves along the edge to where it can reach the tear in the Fae’s wing, opens the jar with one hand and gently dabs a little of the sap along the edges of the tear, as Katina holds it together.

Acacia Rose  holds still as the elemental worked trying to not move her wings. “That tickles, which is much better than hurting”

Katina Star chuckles, holding the tear together carefully

Aetheyr finishes, looking at the tear suspiciously. “I hope it holds”, it says to no one in particular, then steps back, absently licking the sap from it’s fingers.

Acacia Rose  titls her head, “That smells good. I wonder if I taste good now”

Katina Star hmms and takes a bit of bandage to stick over the excess sap around the tear. “This’ll help hold it together.”Katina Star also prays a small blessing of healing.

Aetheyr nods and softly floats down from the bed, putting the jar back in it’s pouch.

Katina Star finishes all blessings and cleaning up and slumps a bit, looking exhausted.

Acacia Rose  sits up again, trying her wing, She can move it, but decides it is bet if she did not try fight. She looked to Katina. “Do Paladins use mana, I have a mana potion if it helps you”

Aetheyr offers Katina a dandelion. “It will give you some energy”, it says encouragingly.

Katina Star shakes her head. “I don’t really understand what mana is… it sort of depends on who you ask. I just channel the power of a god… I believe Malada explained it like this: ‘When the infinite touches the finite, it hurts.'” She laughs. “Except it doesn’t hurt me…. just wears me out.”Katina Star accepts the dandelion awkwardly. “It’s pretty but what do i do with this?”

Acacia Rose  nods, “that makes sense. Silly Katina, you eat it. What else do you do with flowers?”

Katina Star blinks. “I don’t eat flowers… why would anyone eat flowers?”

Aetheyr nods at Acacia’s words, looking at Katina.

Acacia Rose  blinks looking at Katina. “There are a lot of eddible flowers that you can eat. She hands Katina some lavender. “this is my favorite”

Katina Star: “Uh, thanks. But I’d rather look at pretty flowers than eat them…”

Aetheyr shakes it’s head, looking baffled.

Acacia Rose  looks to Aetheyr with a knowing look. “Dragons” shrugging her shoulders, then wincing. “I should not do that, what should I do?”

Katina Star: “You should lay there and get some rest.”

Aetheyr nods in agreement with Katina. “Rest and let the wounds heal”

Acacia Rose  wrinkled her nose, “Lay, in a bed? and do nothing? Do I have to?”

Katina Star nods “Yes, you have to. I’ve had to every time I’ve been wounded.”

Acacia Rose  looked to Katina. “I am not sure that counts. It sounds like a silly healer rule”

Katina Star: “It helps. You heal better if you’re not running about.And I don’t know when that one blessing I cast on you will wear off but I’m certain you’ll probably just want to rest when you start to feel pain again.” Katina Star goes to make some tea for Acacia.

Acacia Rose  eyes the door.

Katina Star rummages through her pouch and found a soothing tea mixture that Malada had given her to aid with sleep. She brews it and brings a cup over to Acacia.

Acacia Rose  looks to Katina. “Can’t I have rum instead? I am quite sure that Malada said it is medicinal? Healers are always making me conjure it.”

Aetheyr sits down and pulls out another dandelion, munching on it absently while watching the other two.

Katina Star chuckles. “It’s good for cleaning wounds.”

Acacia Rose  pouts, and takes the tea cup, Holding her hand over it and muttering “..Yo-Ho-ho, agus buidéal rum!
Dí agus bhí an diabhal déanta don rest–
… Yo-ho-ho, agus buidéal rum! ”
[20:06]  Acacia Rose : {..Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest–
…Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!’} transmutting the tea into rum and taking a generous sip.

Aetheyr smells the rum and glances up at Katina, to see if she’ll notice.

Katina Star makes out a few words of the spell and can smell the rum, she huffs. “If you wanted me to spike the tea I would have… Malada’s done it for me a few times”

Acacia Rose  smiles and tries quite unsuccessfully to look innocent.

Aetheyr finishes the dandelion and fidgets, anxious to get back to trying to make potions now that it appears no longer to be needed. “Well… I guess my work here is done”, it says airily, standing and appearing on the verge of leaving.

Katina Star pours another cup of tea for Acacia. “This time, don’t transmute it. This will help you rest.”

Acacia Rose  smiles to Aetheyr, “My thanks for your help on my wing,” she looks to Katina and back to both of them, “I owe you both a boon for healing me. Please let me know what I can do for you at any time”

Katina Star smiles. “Just doing my job. But I will keep it in mind.”

Aetheyr waves a tiny hand dismissively. “It was good practice”, it says simply.

Katina Star yawns

Acacia Rose  smiles sipping from her cup, not taking the new cup of tea, her eyes drooping happily.

Katina Star steps over to the bed and pulls up the blankets, tucking Acacia in.

Aetheyr looks at the Fae, then at the dragon, and shrugs. It slips out the back door, heading up to where the cauldron is kept.

Katina Star yawns again and summons NPC acolytes to her. “Watch over her and make sure she gets some rest. Let me know if I’m needed.”

Katina Star: “Sleep well Acacia”

Acacia Rose  nods sleepily, smiling at Katina with a wave, saving nothing.

Returning from Fae

 

As the last of those who had sought refuge in the feywilds during the battle returned through the portal, Acacia felt a familiar touch on her mind. Pandora, the guardian of Alu ndor, the waterlands of the feywilds spoke but a single word. “Stay” Acacia waited til the last had returned to Slyvhara through the portal. She turned and looked over the area, the shimmering multicolor waters soothing to her. She pulled the glass bottles from a near by satchel and began collecting some to the water as she found its properties were well suited for scrying.

The soft sound of drops of water falling alerted her to the presence of Pandora. She turned and smiled at the guardian, “Miye, it is good to see you.”

Pandora floated her body liquid as if she were water brought to life. “On the standing stone there is a stone. Take it. Keep it safe and near to the circle gate. Your place of stone is close enough, keep it there.” With these words and a flip of her legs, Pandora dissolved into a mist which fell back to the water below her. Cia moved over to the standing stone and found a carved stone and took it. As she had drawn close to it, the feel of the magic was powerful. It was an item of exceeding beauty, but somehow it gave off a feeling of menace, as if touching it would be dangerous. Cia hesitated for a moment before touching it. It had an odd feeling, as if it were made of water made solid, but not icy.  She hefted the bag of jars onto her shoulder and called her portal to return home.