sonder winter 1710

A Little Bit of Kindness

Thread Closed 

Medic

from Rionnach
age
2 years old
gender
Female
size
Large
scent
roses
supporting
Royalist
threadlog
encounters
writer
Stone

S

he was unsure if this male would ever trust her. But she would want to make sure that both of them would be healed properly. It was such an unfit punishment for someone to go through all of that and suffer the wounds of their enemies. She had done her very best to help them, and she hoped that he would actually use the herbs and plants she had given to them. She really wanted to assess the slumbering one, but she knew that if she moved closer to the female, he would not be so kind. Putting herself in this position might be considered dumb to some, but she knew it was the right thing to do. "Feuch an leighis thu fhèin co-dhiù romham?"1 It was all she was going to ask of him. It was all she could ask. With the heightening of his voice, she knew there would be a guard to come and check on them before long. "Tha mi a’ guidhe gu math dhut le chèile, a choigreach."2 She would leave the dungeon to his request, and she hoped that she would be able to see them well, outside the chambers of despair and insanity.

Just as she had guessed, two guards were now standing before the door. "You have a death wish with this criminal?" they jested as they laughed in her face. They opened the door and waited for Calla to exit, all the while keeping their eyes locked on Raith. "Mar a mhiannacheadh ​​tu,"3 she said to the male before exiting the cell. She hoped that he would help them, she wished that he would be well enough to handle the task of healing them both. She wished in her time within those walls, that maybe even a little bit of him began to trust her. She would leave just as he had asked, but she would not ultimately leave her home. She had others to help, others to heal.

Translation:
1. Please at least heal yourselves before me?
2. I wish you both well, stranger.
3. As you wish,

@Raith

code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck


11-05-2023, 05:18 PM
#11

Proponent

from Saora
age
1 years old
gender
Male
size
Large
scent
Pine and Aven
supporting
Jacobite
home
Freeman's Fortress
wanted for
Escaping Jail
threadlog
encounters
writer
Lunar



She kept postponing her departure and his gaze would never leave her, not so much out of mistrust in the moment but rather out of urgency. He didn’t like the way she lingered, the way she waited for something to happen before her, the rawness of her voice. A lid would twitch with a subtle annoyance, saying nothing in return as he wasn’t about to come off hostile right after this performance she was displaying that made it seem like she might be in trouble. A woman’s cries were a disarming thing and a weapon all their own if used for a tactical advantage. He had no ability to even counter any statement she might try to make in that other tongue of hers, making him at her mercy more than he wanted to accept. As his mind swam in a loop of weary thoughts, there was still that part of him that believed she wasn’t evil, that this was all genuine and it was that side of him that caved to her plea.

A sigh flared his longs, slowly lowering his head to consume some foliage that could be easily ingested, and he knew wasn’t harmful to him from their scent and limited knowledge. It was bitter, floral, nothing abnormal but this small action might be enough for her to steel herself.

An ear twitched when guards would come with mockery to the cell door, his gaze glowering toward them with animosity. It only filled her statements with more truth, not liking how they interacted with her and had he been a little more whole he and alone, he might have shut them both up. He couldn’t do that, not with his sister in here. Just as she was crossing the threshold, he would inhale. “Thank you,” it was shaky, quiet but would easily carry to her ears should she listen as the door shut and she faded into the hall and out of his view.
-exit-
table ; bunny
@Calla
11-16-2023, 11:09 PM
#12
Thread Closed 
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)