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Post by Ymir Bishop on Jan 6, 2018 4:49:21 GMT
A key lesson was one which Ymir was just learning, and certainly not in an easy way, in her pursuit of her new career: conducting business far from home was just as risky as it was in one’s backyard. Shimmer had been the one which had originally tempted her into the jobs; Ymir, however, had chosen to pursue them further when she’d discovered she enjoyed the excitement of in contrast to teaching at the Lledrith School. The problem, however, was that in maintaining both positions, it was difficult to stray too far off unless it was done in spurts. On one such ‘spurt’, taking a job far from the School, far from the boundary of the Wildes, she’d stayed as far as the coast of the Nihla Ocean. All she’d needed to do was stay in an inn, and burn a couple of correspondence letters before the Inn-Keep delivered them to their recipient.
Things had started to go awry when she felt some nervousness at the strong, surveying, attentive eye of the Keep; the nerves caused her to behave with less precision that she might have otherwise. All hell had broken loose when the Inn-Keep, not unlike a parent catching their child with a hand in a cookie jar, had caught her rifling through his things, searching for the letters. She’d taken them successfully, before he’d thrown her out… But the intended recipient was quick to find from him that they were missing. That had lead to a chase.
Closer to home, she might’ve been more familiar with the area. As it were, she’d only gotten a chance to survey it from one direction on her way in. Another mistake. The third, not necessarily through her own fault but rather because of physiology, was that her pursuer proved faster than she. Ymir had managed to burn the letters in a barrel which kept the small periphery town – scarcely more than a scattering of ramshackle residents, and the single inn – aglow in the night. She’d taken off then, but he was undeterred. Sprinting through the woods, scraping her face and tearing her clothes on branches, she’d ended up cornered atop of thunderous waterfall. His grip, when it finally seized her by the scruff of her cloak, was like iron. The hand likely would’ve seized her hair, were it not braided around the crown of her skull.
She’d been hauled backward before she could react, facing the scathing eyes with her own widened ones. Her face was obstructed, fortunately, the lower portion of it hidden with the dark cloth of a cowl. That was something the man sought to change. His hands extended, fingers catching the fabric roughly as she struggled. Her hands seized his gloved one, nails attempting to pry to no avail. Feeling the fabric shift, she abruptly dropped her hands and threw her body weight downward. As his grip tightened on her cloak, pulling the cowl away, she released the clasp at her throat before it could punish her breathing.
Ducking downward, obstructing her face, she left the man cursing as he found both hands full of useless clumps of fabric. It was then that she made her final mistake of the night, as she stumbled to disentangle herself from the rest of the cloak. Stumbling, flailing, she lost her footing, lost her direction. The ground at the edge of the precipice of rushing water gave way before she could catch herself, or the man could push her. A shrill yelp sounded from her, her voice stifled as weightless free-fall took over, then the shock of cold. Ice cold.
She didn’t remember much, as the darkness of the night gave way to glimpses of the moon beneath the water’s surface. The luminous glow highlighted the wintry smattering of snow on the shore with an ethereal sort of glow. Her dark hair came free, the surging liquid around her tugging at her clothes and battering her body against stones. Her lungs felt as if they were about to burst – her body struggling to swim toward that moonlight as the turbulent current pulled her downstream, and cast bubbles toward the surface. And everything… Everything was so cold, the grip stubborn, pervasive, as it sought to tug her down, down, down…
She swam like she never had before.
Somehow, she managed to catch hold to a wayward branch some ways downstream. The morning light of dawn was lightening the sky by that point. Thoroughly exhausted from the current, and having several cuts and bruises to show for her efforts, she clung to the wooden surface. Her entire body shook violently. Unfortunately, it was as she was trying to pull herself from the current, that the thing gave way, a fruitless denial of her efforts. Crying out again before she was dragged under, clinging to the branch for dear life, a vicious tumble caused her worse injury than had the initial fall. The punishing blow of a stone caused her vision to go dark, blood staining the water from a wound at her temple as she lost consciousness… being swept out of the final bend and into the saltier water of the ocean. Were it not for the branch having tangled with her top, she might’ve been lost beneath the water’s surface altogether.
Above, the sky lightened with beautiful streaks of pink and orange. The heat of the colors shown as a stark contrast to the white mottled land and dark waters.
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Post by Sammy Thayer on Jan 6, 2018 6:29:16 GMT
If you asked Sammy, his early morning was going fine. He was on the beach, where he personally believed he belonged. It was peaceful, as quiet as the ocean could be. Seagulls and sea eagles patrolled the air, looking for their next meal in the form of crabs and baby turtles. They didn't care about him all that much, he wasn't a threat to them or their food so he was promptly ignored. Tiny little hermit crab holes dotted in the sand beneath his feet, and he was careful not to cave any of them in. Sammy always thought, if you respected the ocean, the ocean would respect you. He assumed that this was correct as no one had ever proved any different. Samuel couldn't remember the last time he was thrown overboard, however, some may attribute this to his air manipulation ability.
As Sam walked down the beach, his eyes lit up with curiousity. He could see a wide outlet to the ocean, most likely from the river nearby. He didn't pick up his pace, content to get there when he got there as it was still quite far away. His eyes strayed up to the clouds above. There weren't too heavy and unless a unexpected wind brought them closer there wouldn't be a problem with the rain. The moon was still high in the sky but now the sun was waking up and moving to greet the sky. He made sure to make a mental note about the weather as it could be dangerous to leave in weather like that. He may have to talk the captain into delaying the trip for a day or two before the rain passed.
The pirate looked back down, noticing that he had covered quite a bit of ground while his thoughts were up in the clouds. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed a humanoid figure in the water. His soft smile was pulled into a concerned frown, this time his walk was a lot faster. He was very concerned, especially when he realised they were hanging onto something on the shore. Once Sammy saw this, he jogged over as quickly as he could. With a swiftness that he barely thought himself capable, he was on his knees arms reached out to the drowning person. He was unsure what or who they were, but he certainly couldn't just let them drown. He reached out and managed to grab a hand. He used all the strength he had to try and pull them up to the surface. He needed them to breath before he pulled them out as he needed their co-operation.
"I need you to hold onto me." He insisted, unsure if they had heard but hoping they did. He was strong, especially with his years on a boat but he was unsure if he's be able pull them up if they were a dead weight. He glanced worriedly at the strong currect that could have just pulled the woman out to sea without anyone knowing.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Jan 6, 2018 6:56:23 GMT
She was alone, devoid of sensation. Floating in a place that was empty, but warm. Slowly in the distance, a soft golden aura seemed to take shape. At once, she could press her feet downward. They found a solidness, a pathway, leading toward the hue. It was only when she tried to take steps in that direction that the path disintegrated. Somewhere, someone called out to her. As the path fell away, so Ymir fell with it.
Empty, dark, frosty – the blackness was punctuated with the moisture of the water drenching every nook of her body. Somewhere, she recognized the sound of it rushing. Hot, radiating, pulsating – the pain of the strike to her temple, the tumbling injuries from the river, her muscles tense even as her limbs splayed with her lack of consciousness, each of those sensations painted smatterings of red in the blackness.
And then there was another feeling – a tugging. The sensation felt as distant as the voice attached to it. Her fingers twitched against his wrist, where he’d clasped her hand. The three circular markings tattooed on her wrist, her mage’s mark, stood in a brilliant contrast to her flesh which had long since drained of color, deathly white against his hand. The icy water lapped at her, pulling against her cloak as a lover with a lingering grip. Pulling against him.
Her brows pulled together, a racking, sputtering cough sounding from her. Finally, her eyes opened. Mere slits at first, shy against the brilliance of the light. He pulled her slightly, seeming to adjust his grasp. Ymir willed herself to blink, sniffling against the water droplets and her runny nose. Her head lolled toward him. Slowly, the light shifted, allowing the figure to come into focus.
Her fingers tightened on his wrist weakly. What had he said? Had he been the one calling her name? The cold water was suffocating, stifling any further thought on the matter as her body began to tremor. Her breaths sputtered, teeth clattering. “H-help... p-p-please…” It came as a thin, breathy mewl – not the voice of a grown woman, but certainly befitting her small stature. The fingers of her opposite hand practically convulsed, reaching for him and failing to move very far.
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Post by Sammy Thayer on Jan 6, 2018 7:54:49 GMT
Sammy barely noticed that his old tunic was getting wet, too focused on the woman. It only took a glance at her pale limp hand to tell that she was either a mage or someone who liked to look like one but that didn’t mean too much to Sam. His parents had always spoken about being wary of mages, but they also said the same about pirates and look where he was now. He pushed away his thoughts as the mage began to cough as he hoisted her slightly out of the water. She needed his attention, not his estranged parents. He tried to get a better grip, not wanting to strain his or her arms while he pulled her out.
She began to open her eyes and Sammy was relieved. That meant there was a possibility she wouldn’t die. She’d still have to deal with the possibility of sickness as well as water in her lungs. He had seen a good sailor or two die after being rescued from the cold waters of winter. He shushed her as she tried to talk, asking him for help. “Shhh. I am. I am. Shhhh.” Sammy tried his best to soothe her and as he did this an idea sprung to mind. He focused on the wind that was just drifting passed him, pulling at it so that he could use it to lift her out of the water. He started feeling the drain on his energy ever so slightly and almost faltered.
He held onto her upper arms, making sure he had a firm grip on her. He didn’t like using his powers, it meant that people would discover his race instead of just assuming his was a tanned human, but he would always put a life above his own secrecy. He felt the wind pick up substantially and he directed to the body of water, using a substantial amount of energy to pick her up from the current. Using his hands and magic to hoist her up, he managed to pull her up onto the beach. He quickly banished the wind, and glanced upwards. It was as he thought, he had accidentally brought the storm closer to the shore.
He was definitely going to have to convince the captain to wait another day. He frowned to himself as he rolled the woman on to her side so that she could cough up all the water. He patted her firmly on the back. “Just cough it all up.” Sammy spied an injury on her head, but he didn’t say anything about it, as it wasn’t bleeding enough to be life threatening if he didn’t treat it immediately. He didn’t voice his concerns about how if she didn’t cough up the water she would keep water in lungs and irritate the lining of lungs. Sammy hadn’t made it to First Mate without being able to fill any role of the ship, which included Navigator and he even had experience as a doctor.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Jan 6, 2018 8:17:06 GMT
It was a feat, keeping him in focus. Again, she tried reaching with shaking fingers to try to grasp his hand with both of hers. It was after some pulling, some struggling, however, that this attempt was met by something odd. Even in her tired, freezing, disoriented state – she recognized the flow of magic around them. It wasn’t something she sensed, but certainly something she felt following his cooing, soothing tones. It would’ve been impossible to not, as the current of air surged around her. And it was, in fact, that familiar current of magic which soothed her even more than his words might’ve.
His grip strengthened around her arms with that added little boost, the force of the wind sufficient in helping him to ease her out of the water. Leaving that unpleasant embrace was the best of things to happen to her since she had come to the coastal place, she might’ve thought. Might’ve. Almost immediately upon settling onto the sand, he eased her onto her side. That was when the shivering set in, more violent. The force of her muscles tightened painfully as she twisted around herself. That violent shaking brought with it another fit of coughing, banishing more liquid which she had inadvertently inhaled on her tumble. Vaguely, Ymir registered the force of his hand clapping her firmly on the back, helping with the process.
The energy it took keeping her head up following that fit was significant. Indeed, she found her face slumping against her arm, sandy granules pressing against her lips. Twisting her face away from them, she breathed hard against her quaking. In came one great sucking breath, then out it went. Again and again, inhaling the air as if it were the most precious thing. Slowly, things were becoming clearer. She was exhausted, thoroughly chilled… But her brown eyes settled on the man from beneath her lashes. “T-thank you.” She tried again, less of a strangled mewl this time. “I- I’m Ymir B-Bishop.” Introductions while she was freezing to death – that was certainly something becoming of her. Speaking of… Her fingers moved, attempting to try to squeeze some of the water from her sleeve with little avail. Slumping, attempting to use the back of her hand to brush the tangled mop of her hair from her face, she tried another squeeze of the soaked hem with little further success.
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Post by Sammy Thayer on Jan 6, 2018 10:16:22 GMT
Sammy was relieved that the woman wasn't shocked or scared at his magic usage but he didn't show it. He just continued to pat her back until she heaved up some water. He blinked a few times as a sudden sleepiness pulled him into a dull state as if trying to clear it away. He shook his head and listened quietly to her quiet voice. Sam almost interrupted her as she spoke, wanting to warn against it but she was just thanking him. He murmured a soft, "your welcome," and began to rub her back as opposed to clapping it firmly. Her voice was barely a whisper the first time so he was mildly surprised when her second attempt was louder.
He gave her a gentle smile as she looked at him. "I'm Samuel but everyone calls me Sammy," he told her. He didn't have much affection for his full name as he believed it didn't suite who he wanted to be very well. Samuel was the nobleman elf who shut up and married a wealthy woman. Sammy was the pirate that had worked his way up to First Mate. He barely ever used his last name, unless he wanted to be recognised, which was hardly ever. He barely even associated his last name as his name at all. In any case, it sounded more mysterious if he left his last name hanging.
He noticed her trying to get the water out of her sleeves and huffed at himself. He moved forward and helped her do it, telling her, "It would be much easier if you were to strip out of your clothes, but I didn't bring anything you could wear." Sammy had the thought of at least lending his top layer to her but it was wet. He thought it a bit harder and realised he could take all three layers off and giver her the bottom two. He wasn't the freezing one and he would survive. He turned his full attention back the possible mage to speak with her. "I can give you my bottom two shirts but I'm unsure how much that will help when you still have your bottom half soaked," he admited.
He didn't think that calling a soft wind would help as it would freeze her more, even if possible dried her off a little more. Instead of dwelling on his own uslessness, he put his hand on her scalp, near where the injury was, brushing the hair out of the way so he could get a better look at it. "Did you get this before or after you got into the water?" He asked curiously, before mentally chastising himself. There were better questions to ask other than the one he had chosen to ask. "How much does it hurt? It doesn't seem to bleeding that much but that could be because you just got out of the water," he decided that questions that actually related to the severity of the injury were much more important than his own curiousity.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Jan 10, 2018 6:50:19 GMT
Waterlogged very nearly to the brink of drowning – and yet some stranger had pulled her free from the tide at the last moment. Even in her frigid state, trying to make sense of him and the situation, she could appreciate the luck in that. Nodding, trying to keep track of his name as he offered it, she continued fidgeting with her sleeves. Goosebumps had broken across her flesh by then, her toes and fingers feeling very much like ice cubes. His warmer ones reached in moments later, helping to grasp the fabric to squeeze it where her own faltered. Then came his comment.
“Oh.” The odd lilt to her voice would be attributable to the cold. It was a mercy in that moment, however, that her skin was so drained of color – else her cheeks might’ve grown an uncomfortable shade of pink at the suggestion. In truth, it didn’t seem like she had much for options. She didn’t know this man, true, but she’d done far less to anger him than the one who’s letters she had burned. Given the current state of things, she didn’t want to press her luck with the cold.
His fingers were on her brow, gently brushing the soaked tendrils of hair aside as he seemed to regard something. One of her hands, still shaking, absently brushed up to touch her temple. Dropping it, she looked surprised to find blood. “Oh.” There was less of a lilt that time, as she concentrated. She didn’t recall a strike. Then again, everything had happened so quickly. Had he- No. It had to have come after. “A-after.” Her voice came calmly.
It took a couple of attempts, but she pushed to sit herself up then. Reaching fidget where the small pack still remained – albeit drenched – secured to her thigh, she felt painfully slow. Her fingers weren’t working, and her teeth chattered as she tried to speak. “I h-have ya-yarrow in here. For bleeding.” Yarrow among… many others. He wouldn’t be all that helpful in retrieving it, she decided then. That, and few mages were even granted the privilege of rifling in her bag. Let alone a stranger. Shaking her head, she streaked her hand with blood again as she pressed it to her temple. The other, shakily, pulled at the string securing her bodice. “Can- can I have something d-dry?”
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Post by Sammy Thayer on Jan 12, 2018 11:07:46 GMT
Sammy nodded at her answers. 'Oh' wasn't a very easy thing to interpret but he knew it must be surprise so he didn't press her any further. I had been a while since he had treated anyone for an injury, so he had to take a moment to recall his training in that area. She sat up and he was tempted to push her back down, his eyes narrowing. She stammered something about yarrow and he just shook his head. "You shouldn't have moved," his voice sounded very exasperated and concerned. If this woman carried around yarrow, she either was a healer or got into a lot of fights. "Is it crushed or whole?" He asked, watching as she tried to grab it. He knew about how protective people could be about personal items so he decided to let her retrieve it. Making her lay down wouldn't help her too much, so he just sighed to himself.
Sam blinked as he heard her request for something dry, and so he immediately tugged off his top shirt and then removed his bottom shirt. He noticed that it was slightly damp at the bottom but it would suffice. He clicked his tongue as he passed it over, trying to suppress a shudder as the ocean wind pressed against his skin. Sammy opened his mouth in question, "Do you have a headache? Is the weakness in your limbs from the cold or from the injury?" He didn't think she could tell the difference between them but it was always good to check. He would treat it as if the weakness was from the blood loss if she couldn't say. It was better to be safe than sorry, especially when treating someone. He knew that he wasn't the most learned in medicine but he had enough that he hoped that he wouldn't accidentally kill the woman that he had just saved.
He leaned towards her, "We need to get you warm. If you have lost blood then you'll be even more susceptible to the cold. I don't want to state the obvious, but that wouldn't be a good thing." He hoped that she was being sheltered by the cold winds at least a litte bit. He watched as she started to take off the dress and asked, "do you need help? I'm not sure you have the best grip." He didn't mean that as an insult, but as it left his mouth he realised it may be taken as one. Sammy stopped himself from shivering again, taking the much damp jacket and putting it back on. It wouldn't kill him to have the cold and he couldn't just leave it lying around for the ocean to reclaim. His concern was Ymir right now, not whether he would catch a chill with the cold, windy weather. Part of him acknowledged that she may be wary of him but he sure hoped he would allow him to help her or she would freeze. "Let me know when you are feeling strong enough to walk with my help. We need to get you somewhere in front of a fire and away from the winds."
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Jan 28, 2018 3:32:16 GMT
Her eyes dropped at his exasperated tone, then rose with his question. “W-whole. To chew. I-I d-don’t like it when you lose moisture from crush- crushing it.” She responded, teeth causing breaks in her speech as she got the words out. She was familiar with it, and that glimmer of confidence shown in her words even as her head bled, and her skin seemed to grow even milkier in pallor.
Her head shook in response to his next question, something that caused her a wince. Even through the numbness, she felt the pain from the injury. Fortunately, her vision didn’t spot up or waver. A surface injury? She hoped. Faces tended to bleed… a lot. “I’m just c-cold.”
She was up, ready, as she glanced toward his shirt – as he leaned in closer, as if to share an inkling of warmth. The earlier glimmer of confidence seemed to fade, even as her fingers loosened her bodice. Was she embarrassed, mortified, at the thought of a stranger seeing her naked? Not exactly. It wasn’t as if she had shame in her body, per se. Ymir loved both forms granted from her power equally. The problem, however, was a lack of familiarity, a lack of confidence, in showing one of the opposite gender nudity. At the same token, there wasn’t much choice in that moment. Her skin felt rigid with cold, as if she were beginning to freeze solid with each passing moment. If she wanted to live, embarrassment and injury would both need to be placed aside. It was simple – as if she were diagnosing an ailment and going about giving someone a medicine for it. Resolved filled her features.
Her fingers shook, limbs feeling heavy and clumsy as she tugged her first layer free. A moment more, and she’d drawn her arms inside her shirt, using one to obstruct her breasts as the other floundered her shirt free. As soon as the soggy heap of cloth was tossed aside, she grasped his mostly-dry article and set to pulling it over her head, ultimately using both hands and discarding modesty in favor of seeking warmth.
It wasn’t much, but the dry cloth felt infinitely better. “L-let’s go.” The dark-haired mage uttered, eyes not meeting his right away as the residual embarrassment faded. Attempting to draw her heavy, cold legs beneath her, she found difficultly in the action. Help... more, she would need.
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Post by Sammy Thayer on Jan 28, 2018 9:58:21 GMT
Sammy nodded at the woman’s explanations, “Okay, well we should get that out as soon as possible to get you moved out of the cold.” He knew that he had once been told that yarrow was better whole but no one had ever explained why. He gave her a weak smile, trying to raise her sprits. Getting her from the beach to a healers house or even an Inn would be hard if she was no willing to cooperate at her fullest, however, he suspected that she would try her hardest to help him get her away from the water. Already, there was a sleepiness he had to blink away from raising her out of the water with his magic. He would be hard pressed getting her out if she was limp.
He glanced up to the darkened clouds as the loomed overhead, moving slowly but surely closer to the shore. He made sure to pay attention to her every word, making a non-commital hum as Ymir told him she was just cold. It was very cold, freezing in fact when his dampened shirt clung his stomach. He was glad that he wasn’t as soaked as she was, and he carefully averted his eyes as she removed her bodice. He wasn’t interested in her, not because she was unattractive but because she was injured. Sammy didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she had to be, so his eyes gazed up over to the trees in the distance.
Once he was sure she had had enough time to get dressed, he looked back down again. He inclined his head once as she told him she wanted to go, noticing that she refused to meet his eyes. He assumed that if she had enough blood in her body, she may have blushed. Sammy watched her seemingly struggle and he shook his head. “You’re freezing Ymir. If you are struggling to talk, how are you going to move around?” his voice wasn’t harsh but it was reprimanding anyway. For someone who seemed to know her stuff, she was being silly. She must know that she would need help?
He reached towards her, his arms resting on her shoulders, “How would you like me to help you up? I can try and lift you from your armpits, or I could wrap my arms around your waist and haul you up? Getting up and walking is going to be hard, even with my help. What can you do with the least effort?” Sammy knew that if he lifted her up with his magic, he wouldn’t be strong enough to walk back with her or himself.
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