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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2017 21:15:45 GMT
Look deep into nature...
Tempest wasn't ever the smiliest of people, but today... Today appeared to be trying to wear down her last nerve, with an increasing amount of success. A little tiny person was tap dancing on the last thread of her last nerve, and it was all she could do not to throw the useless poultice right back in Aaron's useless, vacant face. She swept the bowl straight into her garbage bin with her forearm, not even bothering to unclench her hands from each other. It was probably safer that way, otherwise he ran the risk of being strangled. This was the third thing he had done wrong just that day, and Tempest was out of patience. However, she did still have quite a few patients in earshot, so she couldn't deal with him with her preferred method. She wanted to shout and curse, but instead, by some sheer force of will, Tempest managed to grit her teeth and issue her ultimatum through them. ”Get out. Come back tomorrow morning with your brain, or I'll stuff every one of your mistakes somewhere it'll take three to five days to get them back.”
As he left the infirmary, Tempest massaged the knots that had formed in her neck and shoulders before pushing herself up off her chair. Shaking her head, she pushed her curls out of her face and headed to the store room. What kind of idiot can't make a simple numbing poultice?! She was angry enough as it was, but seeing the shelves in the store room made the red mist descend. Not only had he mixed up the plants while he'd been gathering his ingredients, he'd also managed to use the last of the poppy seeds! The groaning from the main room of the infirmary meant that she needed those seeds, and there was no-one available to get them for her. Letting out a sigh, Tempest grabbed her cloak, muttering a few useless platitudes to the groaning man as she passed. ”I'll be back in no time, I promise.”
As Tempest stomped down the trail,she muttered to herself. ”I can't believe my father thought he was a decent Healer... Doesn't know his arse from his elbow... One more mistake and he'll regret coming back...” Her keen eyes picked out useful plants, and though she tried to be quick, her little stops wasted precious time. After a certain point, when all of her pockets and her bag were almost full, Tempest stopped stopping, even when she came across things she needed – she'd just have to come back tomorrow, or later on tonight when she'd helped her patient and he was on the mend. A couple minutes more of walking took her to the clearing where the poppies grew in abundance. She moved quietly around the flowers, shaking their heads into her palm, waiting for it to fill up before slipping them into her pocket. She was so involved in her little routine that she didn't hear the creature enter the clearing a moment later.
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Post by shaecayrn on Nov 14, 2017 0:31:36 GMT
Shimmer had been practicing a great many things recently. Aside from trying to learn how to fly correctly, land without crashing, and take off without having to run first, she now had to figure out different ways to travel upon the ground. No longer were the small paths so accessible. Part of her was starting to miss the pure convenience of being small. But she still, usually, was able to weave her way through the forest... while leaving a significant, easy track behind. Because of this, she rarely did, but she couldn't spend all of her time in a cave or in the air.
It was by chance that she was near a clearing of poppies when Tempest walked in. She had heard the woman muttering as she walked up, but now she was silent, and Shimmer's curiosity was high. It seemed that her change had shifted some things, turning her curiosity even more of a danger than before. It made it difficult to stay in hiding.
Her head poked out from between the trees, and she slid partway into the clearing. She was not big, so far as dragons went, but this woman in front of her was tiny. Leaving her shoulders between the trees into the forest, Shimmer stared down at Tempest from fathomless black eyes. The top of her head and neck were black, but her scales slid from black, into purple, blue and then silver along her chin and neck. Around her left eye were five silver spikes, one streaking down like a tear. Two horns protruded from the back of her skull, and though her build was delicate, in comparison to Tempest, she was enormous.
Her voice came quietly, a sultry lilt to it that she never managed to get rid of. "Are you hoping to collect enough to kill someone? If you are, you've got probably triple what you need." She wasn't really being sarcastic. Her main use for poppy, and the opiates that it made, were to kill pain... or to kill. Sometimes sending people into a dreamless, peaceful death was far easier than anything else.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2017 17:40:17 GMT
Look deep into nature...
Tempest’s pockets were bulging. Every single one, even the hidden ones, had been stuffed with some kind of flora or foliage. The trouble with the forest was that it was always chock full of useful things. Tempest never had enough pockets, no matter how many she added to her clothes. Really, she should start carrying a basket. But would that make her look too ‘little innocent girl going for a stroll’? Because if so, there wasn’t a chance in Hell that she was carrying one of those contraptions around. Maybe she could make something that looked a little sturdier, a little less… Feminine. She wasn’t against everything dainty, but she didn’t see the use in something that looked like it would collapse if someone glared at it. Especially seeing as that was her usual expression. She was thinking about just the kinds of fabric would be best to construct her travelling apothecary when she heard a smooth voice sound from above and behind her.
She smirked at the theory, shaking her head without turning around. ”Not this time….” She responded, though she had never once wilfully killed a person – sometimes it was all she could do to ease them into eternal sleep, but she hated to do it. That particular solution was only ever considered when requested by the patient – Tempest was far too stubborn and far too fond of life (even that that wasn’t her own) to even voice the option. It wasn’t uncommon for the fairies flitting around to stop and give her some advice, or to comment on what she was doing, so the voice didn’t surprise her overmuch. It was the sight when she turned around - having decided that she must surely have enough for even the most idiotic Healer to properly prepare the numbing ointment - that sent her tumbling backwards into the flowerbeds she had just diverted her attention from.
She had been about to explain herself further, but the dragon head that filled her vision had apparently caused all of her words to leak out of her ears. For a second she sat there, stunned, with her jaw gaping. Then something clicked in her head, and she scrambled to her feet, dusting off her cloak and patting her pockets to make sure she hadn’t dropped anything. Surely if this dragon had wanted to eat her, it would have done without alerting her to its presence. Or perhaps it enjoyed playing with its food before dinner. If so, hopefully she gave it a good enough game that it would decide to pursue a different meal. Though she was still scared (although she would certainly never admit that to anyone), Tempest forced a smile onto her face. It both looked and felt unnatural, but it wasn’t as if she did that much of it anyway. ”I’m gathering supplies because my dim-witted trainee Healer can’t fashion a simple numbing lotion.” She informed the creature, rolling her eyes at the fact – even in fear she couldn’t completely dispel her disdain. ”He’s sure to do it wrong several more times, so I thought it best to be prepared.” Though she tried to appear relaxed, her muscles were tensed to fly or run at the merest sign of hunger from the creature, and her icy eyes watched every move with care.
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Post by shaecayrn on Nov 14, 2017 21:13:22 GMT
The woman responded without looking back, which amused Shimmer. She would have been able to kill this tiny being without a second thought. Not that she should. But she couldn't help the saliva her mouth started to produce as Tempest turned and then froze in shock. But the sound of her heart speeding up for a moment as nervousness hit, the scent of warm blood underneath skin and muscle... For a moment, her claws dug into the soil, a hungry sort of look coming to her eyes. Six furrows were left by each paw as she controlled the lust for blood that this body contained.
She focused upon Temptest's words, her explanation of why she was out here, gathering herbs in such a frustrated and... inefficient manner. She was a healer. Interesting. Slowly, her head descended slightly, the small sparks of color disappearing until her eyes were simply a fathomless black, staring at Tempest and observing her. Tense as a rabbit, and Shimmer reveled in the amount of fear merely being this size could gain her. It was heady.
"A fool of an apprentice. How many times has he failed at this task? If it has been more than three, perhaps he should pick another profession to pursue." Her use of herbs to help focus her spells had gifted her with the basics of a healers crafting. A numbing lotion was the least of what a healer needed to know. There were several ways about it, depending upon the plants you decided to use. If this woman was collecting poppy, it was not the same recipe that the dragoness favored.
Though, to be fair, the dragoness lived where there was not many poppies available. "And you probably should have brought a basket. You'll barely get back with what you need. It is your apprentice who should be gathering. Perhaps if he must spend hours in the woods alone, with danger upon his heels, then he would learn faster." Her jaws parted in a toothy, draconic grin, a soft chuckle coming from her throat. Her version of an apprenticeship was perhaps harsher than most peoples, and only more so given her current form.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Nov 14, 2017 23:20:58 GMT
Look deep into nature...
Perhaps it was foolish of Tempest to have so little care for who- or whatever could creep up behind her. Her attitude, though, was formed of almost a century-worth of long journeys through the forest where the most fearsome creature she came across was a particularly large squirrel. There weren't many 'big bads' in the Niwetri Forest, no matter what parents tried to tell their children, and such fantasies hadn't entered her head for many a year. She should have realised, though, just quite how close she was to uncharted territory. Because of the potency of poppy seeds, Tempest neither liked to have a large stock of them, nor usually needed to. However, due to the location of the poppies, the very limited number of staff she had that she trusted to actually bring back the correct seeds, and the amount of mistakes she assumed her trainees were going to make, it all added up to Tempest needing a lot of pretty much everything.
Tempest wasn't overly fond of the dragon's movement. It craned its head further into the clearing, closer to her, almost as if it were... Inspecting her? It was unlikely that she had said anything that the creature would have found interesting. It wasn't easy to injure a dragon, so it was unlikely that it had any fascination with her occupation. Perhaps she just looked, or smelled, more appetising from a slightly different angle. As Tempest tried to swallow a lump in her throat, she also subtly tried to enter the first level of meditation – just a little calmness to slow her heart rate, for surely that was what had captured the creature's interest.
It was interested enough in her to continue their conversation, rather than simply swallow her up in one bite, and Tempest was mightily grateful both the God and Goddess for that fact. ”Indeed.” Tempest confirmed, though the dragon's first words hadn't been a question. ”That particular task... Just once. But I dared not allow him to attempt anything further, as that had been his third mistake just today. I sent him home.” She raised her eyebrows at the opinion, though. She had been tempted to do just that, but logic – she told herself – won out. There were few enough Healers as things stood. He could have one more chance. She decided to share this with the dragon – although whether she was hoping to be proven heartless or compassionate, she wasn't really sure. ”I contemplated just what you suggested, Wise One, but in the end... Well, if he is just as useless tomorrow, he won't be back.” She hoped to project steely determination, but she probably fell rather short of the mark.
Tempest chuckled at the image, but still shook her head vehemently. ”If I sent him for them, he'd return with chia seeds or some such ridiculous thing!” She sighed as she looked around the clearing at all the things she wanted to collect. Perhaps she should bite the bullet and get a basket... But no. She shrugged one shoulder, throwing out another, rather harsher laugh. ”I'm not a little girl transporting baked goods, I don't need a basket.” Maybe she shouldn't speak so rudely to such a creature, but old habits die hard, and Tempest had never been able to temper her tongue for very long. Plus, it wasn't intentional, it just came out! To cover her tracks, Tempest spoke again. ”But perhaps there is something in the fear tactic... Aside from setting him loose in the forest for a night, how would you suggest I scare him into improving?”
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