01-29-2011, 09:19 PM
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Fallen sighed to himself, and rubbed his temple, trying to think of some sort of herb she didn't have to digest. Like a paste of some sort, something that could seep into her skin, and possibly make the pain end. He thought deeply as he hurried in, ignoring the annoying goat, as he bustled into the back room, along with Shawchert and Sky. Shawchert took Sky to the back room, a room with stone floors. He rolled his eyes slightly as he gave a chuckle to himself, at the moment, she was caring about cleaning, instead of her pain. If they did get blood, he would help clean, if she wanted him to. He didn't have much else to do, except look for pieces to make a violin. He thought for a moment, as the gentle sound of the flute floated in his ear, but he stopped thinking, when Sky told her due date. Hmm, it was to early for her. He listened for a minute more, rubbing his temples, before, DING! He took his hands swiftly from his temples, crouched on his knees, and quickly opened his bag. He reached around frantically, until he pulled out a bottle, filled with Fennel. He smiled, which he hadn't done in awhile, and then reached around again, and soon pulled out a piece of his old violin, something very precious to him. It was a part of the back, and it would be perfect. He frowned slightly, but then reached back into his bag, and took out a smooth piece of wood, thin on the end, but rounded at the beginning. He put the fennel onto the back of the violin, and with a wince, he started to pound the dry herb into a dust. He pounded until it was fine, and gently picked up the back of the violin. He held it carefully, and then made his hand that wasn't holding the back, drift into his bag, and grab another bottle, this one filled with water. It wasn't cold, nor was it warm, but perfect temperature. Often tea was hot, but this one would have to be semi warm. He quickly opened the bottle, which he had to set down the back of the violin carefully, but he then picked it up again, and poured the fine powder into the water. He reached once again in the bag, and pulled out another stick, smooth and clean. He began to stir the powder, until the tea was done. It was a fine brown color, a soothing color, that would hopefully soothe the bleeding. Yet, he had to stir one last herb into the tea.
Fallen thought for a moment, for what would soothe the pain. Ah! Peppermint! He reached into his bag of wonders, and soon pulled out a jar of dried peppermint. The minty herb burned Fallen's nose, so he often didn't use it, so there was much in there. He held his breath as he reached in, and took the back of his violin, and pounder, and quickly pounded it, and he soon turned away so he could breath. It was soon a fine powder, and he picked up the back of the broken violin, and poured the pounded herb into the jar, that had fennel already in it. He stirred, and it soon turned a slightly reddish color, but a pleasant color. He smiled, and he lifted the jar with success, and sniffed it easily, just to be sure it was the right blend. It was missing one last thing. What could it be? Some sort of something.... Beer! Just a drop or two, that also calmed others down... sometimes. Plus, it would perhaps make Sky feel a bit more calm. He reached in, grabbed out a bottle of beer, which he sometimes consumed, but not often, and pour three drops into the blend of tea. He then sniffed it, and it was perfect. He lifted the jar filled with the tea, and approached Sky slowly.
"Sky.... I need you to trust me, for a minute. Please drink this. It will help the pain and bleeding. Please just drink it. I won't hurt you." Fallen said this with his gentle voice, a voice the combination of low and high, a perfectly even voice. He lifted the tea, and gently set it down next to her. It was her choice if she wanted the unbearable pain and troublesome bleeding to go away. She needed help, and he was offering it. He had the skills to help, but the only thing was, would she accepted the help?
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Fallen sighed to himself, and rubbed his temple, trying to think of some sort of herb she didn't have to digest. Like a paste of some sort, something that could seep into her skin, and possibly make the pain end. He thought deeply as he hurried in, ignoring the annoying goat, as he bustled into the back room, along with Shawchert and Sky. Shawchert took Sky to the back room, a room with stone floors. He rolled his eyes slightly as he gave a chuckle to himself, at the moment, she was caring about cleaning, instead of her pain. If they did get blood, he would help clean, if she wanted him to. He didn't have much else to do, except look for pieces to make a violin. He thought for a moment, as the gentle sound of the flute floated in his ear, but he stopped thinking, when Sky told her due date. Hmm, it was to early for her. He listened for a minute more, rubbing his temples, before, DING! He took his hands swiftly from his temples, crouched on his knees, and quickly opened his bag. He reached around frantically, until he pulled out a bottle, filled with Fennel. He smiled, which he hadn't done in awhile, and then reached around again, and soon pulled out a piece of his old violin, something very precious to him. It was a part of the back, and it would be perfect. He frowned slightly, but then reached back into his bag, and took out a smooth piece of wood, thin on the end, but rounded at the beginning. He put the fennel onto the back of the violin, and with a wince, he started to pound the dry herb into a dust. He pounded until it was fine, and gently picked up the back of the violin. He held it carefully, and then made his hand that wasn't holding the back, drift into his bag, and grab another bottle, this one filled with water. It wasn't cold, nor was it warm, but perfect temperature. Often tea was hot, but this one would have to be semi warm. He quickly opened the bottle, which he had to set down the back of the violin carefully, but he then picked it up again, and poured the fine powder into the water. He reached once again in the bag, and pulled out another stick, smooth and clean. He began to stir the powder, until the tea was done. It was a fine brown color, a soothing color, that would hopefully soothe the bleeding. Yet, he had to stir one last herb into the tea.
Fallen thought for a moment, for what would soothe the pain. Ah! Peppermint! He reached into his bag of wonders, and soon pulled out a jar of dried peppermint. The minty herb burned Fallen's nose, so he often didn't use it, so there was much in there. He held his breath as he reached in, and took the back of his violin, and pounder, and quickly pounded it, and he soon turned away so he could breath. It was soon a fine powder, and he picked up the back of the broken violin, and poured the pounded herb into the jar, that had fennel already in it. He stirred, and it soon turned a slightly reddish color, but a pleasant color. He smiled, and he lifted the jar with success, and sniffed it easily, just to be sure it was the right blend. It was missing one last thing. What could it be? Some sort of something.... Beer! Just a drop or two, that also calmed others down... sometimes. Plus, it would perhaps make Sky feel a bit more calm. He reached in, grabbed out a bottle of beer, which he sometimes consumed, but not often, and pour three drops into the blend of tea. He then sniffed it, and it was perfect. He lifted the jar filled with the tea, and approached Sky slowly.
"Sky.... I need you to trust me, for a minute. Please drink this. It will help the pain and bleeding. Please just drink it. I won't hurt you." Fallen said this with his gentle voice, a voice the combination of low and high, a perfectly even voice. He lifted the tea, and gently set it down next to her. It was her choice if she wanted the unbearable pain and troublesome bleeding to go away. She needed help, and he was offering it. He had the skills to help, but the only thing was, would she accepted the help?
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