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Post by Sheari on Oct 30, 2009 20:38:42 GMT -5
Humming tunelessly, Emiliah brandished a stick. The girl sat barefooted on the beach, poking the ground with it. Mouse was perched on her shoulder, though she didn't feel any weight from the blue figment of her imagination. She chittered softly to him, pushing and pulling the tip back and forth, trying to at least doodle out one of the nearby boats.
I like boats.
You do.[/b]
Yes, I like like boats. Yes, yes I do.
The voice of her beloved Dib entered her mind and together they forged some form of haphazard tune. Any well trained harper would probably carve their ears out at the sound but she didn't care. There wasn't a harper to be seen and she wouldn't hum around them anyway. Her songs were special, the only thing that man hadn't taken from her. Just as quickly as the thought had come it vanished. What had she been thinking about?
Emiliah took her stick and began to wade into the river up to her waist. She took the stick and waved it through the water, making little eddies on the end. The river was cold on her skin and now drenched trousers. It felt good and refreshing and reminded her of good things.
"Emi likes the water, she does."
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Post by dragon on Oct 31, 2009 1:02:35 GMT -5
He was crouched on one of the lower branches of a tree near the river, elbows resting on knees and hands dangling together between them. With nothing to do really with his free time, C'oar had found himself randomly wandering again. Which this time had led him down the river instead of into the forest. And then randomly up a likely looking tree, to sit like some gigantic bird upon it.
Not that C'oar was very much looking like a bird. But he certainly had the gigantic part down, for someone of his age. Sitting there like that, he was silent as a ghost. And given most human tendencies to never really look up, pretty much invisible to everyone despite sitting out in the open away from any concealing foliage. So it was from there that a moving form brought him out of his thoughtful state to focus more on what was going on below him. Some girl was down there, singing the worst tune imaginable, and apparently talking to someone who wasn't there.
She might have a dragon, or wher somewhere, but he doubted it... as young as she looked, it would be a young one. And a young draconic would not be left alone lightly. Honestly, she looked more like a drudge than anything else. So he was left pondering what she was doing, and who she was talking to when she bothered to speak actual words. And ... who was Emi? Finally, not learning the answers to his curiosity by just watching, C'oar decided to speak up.
"It's kind of late in the season to be playing in the water." C'oar commented, quietly, not wanting to startle the girl into a screaming fit because she hadn't seen him there before she'd arrived and started talking and singing. Grabbing the limb with one hand, he swung down off of it to dangle from the one arm for a split moment before dropping neatly to his feet on the sand below with a solid thump. "Who is Emi?"
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Post by Sheari on Oct 31, 2009 11:18:14 GMT -5
At the sound of C'oar's voice and the subsequent thump on the ground Emiliah yelped, threw the stick and sank in the water up to her nose. She slowly turned around in the cold river, eyes wide to rest on the man. Mouse and Dib hissed but they had no effect on the man, as they weren't real. Questions flooded her mind. Who was he? What was he doing? How long had he been watching? Paranoia set in and Emi looked at him suspiciously from her place in the water.
He doesn't have anything on him.
You don't know what he's hiding.[/b]
Emi doesn't know what he is hiding.
Who was Emi? She was Emi! Actually, she was Emiliah, but it sounded to much like Milie so she was Emi. How did he know her name? A stick floated by her face and she grabbed it. It made her feel comfortable and she drew from the water logged object a tiny bit of strength. Maybe she could throw it at him? Hmm, she couldn't hit him, because then he would hit her. Yes, her only option was to throw the stick at him and then run to the weyr, to the other drudges. They would keep her safe, they would protect her. Ask him first, he might be nice like the boat-men.[/b]
"Who is he? Is he nice like the boat-men?" Emi asked, pulling the lower half of her face from the river to speak. Water dribbled off of her chin. She was starting to feel cold and her toes were going numb. The muck at the bottom of the river was sticking to her feet, rooting her in place. She moved them, slowly at first, to crouch on some rocks in the riverbed and wiggled her toes.
Emi likes to wiggle her toes.
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Post by dragon on Oct 31, 2009 19:02:25 GMT -5
C'oar watched as the girl freaked out anyway, shifting his weight to a single foot as he thought. She wasn't making a whole lot of sense... At least, not to him. Her remark in the water was just as confusing. He looked around quickly, but still didn't see anyone. Who was she talking to, exactly? He gathered she was talking about him, but to who? Again, he doubted there was a draconic involved ... she wouldn't be talking aloud if that were the case. Or, at least, normal people didn't.
His brows crawled together on his face for a moment. Either there was someone nearby that he couldn't see - the idea of which disturbed him greatly - or this girl was completely nuts and was talking to herself as if she were a second individual. The more logical assumption was still that there was someone else around. People didn't go nuts like that. Usually. Again, he looked around, gaze lingering on the clumps of brush here and there under the trees. He still didn't see any traces of someone hiding in them.
Maybe he was just getting paranoid. Getting attacked a few times would do that to a person, but still. His gaze returned to the girl in the water. "You should come out of there before you catch something, you know." Especially since he hadn't seen any blankets, spare clothes, or anything on the shores and now she was soaked to the bone. She wasn't very big, either, so chilling would happen all to easily once she did finally come out of the water. C'oar considered calling Frosstyth from where the brown was sleeping in the sun on a giant rock, to carry her back to the Weyr where it was warmer and some clothes could be acquired, but he held off on that for the moment.
It never occurred to him that he subsequently never answered her questions of who he was... the way she had said it had riled his suspicions briefly enough that it completely skipped his mind to do any such thing as respond to questions that had seemed to be aimed at someone else.
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Post by Sheari on Nov 2, 2009 18:28:57 GMT -5
Catch something? What was there to catch? Emiliah shivered in the water. It was so cold! She couldn't help but shiver and her lips were beginning to turn blue. Unable to resist it any longer, Emi stepped to the shore and half regretted the motion. Her soaking clothes and wet skin nearly froze and she could swear there was a thin veneer of ice on them. Her limbs felt stiff but the sun slowly began the process of warming them up. The only thing she wasn't doing was chattering her teeth. If she did that Mouse might think she was talking to him and he might talk back!
Her stick was held at her side as she wrapped her arms around herself. The look in her eyes was of defiance and fear. He looks safe,[/b] Dib said. "Who is he?" she asked C'oar. His face kept making the strangest expressions. She watched his eyebrows knit together and wondered what he was thinking.
Mouse chirped in her ear and she turned to her shoulder slightly and chirped back softly. Never mind that it was weird for someone to chirp to nothing. The tips of her half-wet hair began to dry and her shirt felt less clingy to her skin. She dare not move her arms away from her body, lest that precious heat be lost. Emi liked the heat.
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Post by dragon on Nov 3, 2009 12:53:54 GMT -5
Now, C'oar was pretty well convinced she was going into hypothermic shock and hallucinating. She was turning blue, and talking apparently to herself ... and to her shoulder, of all things. It was pretty obvious this thin little wisp of a girl needed help, if she was going to survive the afternoon. He moved toward her, decisively, starting to strip off his own jacket. "I'm C'oar ... and you're freezing." He answered her, finally, before stopping and draping the thick flight jacket around her shoulders. It about swallowed her whole, as he was so much bigger than her, on top of the size of the jacket itself.
"Come on, let's get you indoors." C'oar said, trying to guide her back to the nearest place where there would be warmth. He wasn't sure yet if that would be enough, or if he should take her all the way to the infirmary. How badly chilled she was, he wasn't sure. But it certainly didn't look good to him. He really wanted to call in Frossyth to move her faster, but since she was hallucinating C'oar wasn't really sure that was a good idea. No telling what she'd think he was. Dragons were pretty big, and obviously predators ... lending a lot of fuel toward any hallucinations she might be inclined to have.
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Post by Sheari on Nov 5, 2009 20:38:18 GMT -5
Warmth! Emi huddled into the jacket. It was far too big for her and it was so warm! She felt she could hide in it and that pleased her. Mouse popped out of the collar and rested his head in the side of her neck. There was no texture to his hide, there was no weight to him and she couldn't physically feel anything about him. But he was there and it pleased her. She softly chirped to him. Humming a single note.
"C'oar," Emiliah repeated. He had a name and she vaguely recognized the style of name. From somewhere she had heard a name just like it...almost. She refrained form combing her mind to try to remember. Just better to let it sit there and fester until something came of it's own volition. Hmm, the thought of cheese suddenly came to mind. No, that couldn't be right! Cheese was cheese and didn't have names!
At the mention of going inside, Emi was reminded of how cold she was and her muddy feet didn't help. She looked a wreck but she didn't care. She could feel the grit between her toes and it oddly pleased her. It would wash out easily enough, and be replaced again. She let C'oar lead her. She had determined him to be safe.
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Post by dragon on Nov 5, 2009 21:39:08 GMT -5
She was still chirping and humming to herself as if she thought she was a deranged flitter. Most definitely the lass had been out in the weather with too little clothes and to much water for far too long. Her mind was definitely affected. A good idea, then, to not have Frosstyth come down. Might terrify her into a dead faint if not a screaming fit. C'oar guided her on foot to the nearest place where there was a way to get inside and out of the weather. Once she was inside, he left her to stand wherever she would while he hunted up some towels for her to dry off with. Bringing the items back, he offered them to her, hoping she still had enough faculties to be able to understand what they were for. It would be awfully awkward if he had to do it for her, most definitely.
"I'll get some hot water." He mentioned, the only thing he'd said since bringing her in from the river. With that statement, he left again. C'oar was only gone a few minutes, however, rather wary of what a hypothermic, deranged person might do. Granted, he was no Healer, but it was plainly obvious to him that something wasn't right. Carrying in the bowl of hot, steaming water, he set it down on the edge of a small table near where she was. It would be useful in washing off the mud she'd accumulated on her feet and shins, if she so desired to use it.
"Soon as you get warmed up and cleaned up a bit, it's probably best if you went to the infirmary." C'oar told her. "The Healers there can make sure you don't take any lasting damage from that dunking you took."
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Post by Sheari on Nov 8, 2009 13:32:52 GMT -5
Emi allowed herself to be led, distracted as she was by Mouse. When she was inside she felt it first in her feet and face. The warmth was nice. When C'oar said something she looked up quickly, catching the last bit about hot water before she found the towels he'd left. She quickly stripped off his jacket and grabbed one towel. Folding it, she set in on a nearby chair and sat on it. Grabbing another, she began to work on drying off, wiping away the drying mud on her legs and feet.
When C'oar returned with the bowl of hot water she grabbed a smaller towel and began to wipe away the rest of the mud. When that job was done she washed her face and arms before continuing drying off. Yes! This C'oar was nice! "He is nice, he is," Emi muttered to herself. She silently marveled at her clean toes, wiggling them in amusement. Her shirt was dry and the seat of her pants was dry. She'd change her clothes when she got back to the drudges' rooms.
"Dunk," she repeated after C'oar. "Emi thanks you," she said, a small smile on her face. She really had no idea where to find the infirmary, but she didn't want to tell him that. Wrapped in a towel, she began to wander away. She knew some of the drudges knew. She'd ask them. Hum.
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Post by dragon on Nov 8, 2009 14:13:38 GMT -5
C'oar stood there a moment as she walked off, somewhat bemused. She seemed terribly childish ... and he was pretty certain that she wasn't that young. Her mannerisms were so very odd. He paused long enough to pick up his jacket before heading after her. C'oar had no idea where she thought she was going, but that wasn't the way to the infirmary. As he walked, he turned his jacket inside out and then slung it over his shoulder. Maybe the lining would dry out before too long.
"Wait." He said, before catching up to her. It wasn't hard - people didn't get to be as tall as he was without developing a long stride. "Who is Emi? And where are you going?" He asked, starting to suspect that she was talking about herself. In third person. That was never a good sign. But before he lept to conclusions, he figured he'd better check.
The soiled and wet towels, bowl of muddy water, he just left those where they were. He'd learned a long time ago that the Weyr staff really got annoyed with him if he started meddling with stuff. They were much happier if he left it for them to do, and organize how they saw fit. It was completely backward to how he had grown up living. In his mother's house - if he'd used something, he had best have cleaned it up afterward.
C'oar was more convinced than ever before that this particular girl needed to go to the Healers, though. So many very strange things she'd said and done ... on top of getting as wet as she had before getting chilled. Even if that was the cause (and he doubted it was because her mannerisms before were identical), it was still something of concern. Maybe she was avoiding going to the infirmary?
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