Don't Blame the Moon

Drakien Lusk · 02-02-2012, 11:36 PM

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Gah sorry this took so long! x_x :: Word Count → 666

The male was an odd one, that was for sure. Drakien couldn't really think much else of him, though he studied the man curiously as the horse bobbed its head in an oddly recognizable gesture, and then the male went on to say that he thought the horse would make it. Just to be on the safe side, Drakien moved to walk on Umut's other side, ready to catch him and break his fall should his legs give out. The horse wasn't as big as the Vanners that the caravan bought and sold, but Drakien thought that worked in his favor, as it would be easier to lower the animal without hurting anyone. At Levent's gratitude, Drakien shook his head, a small smile on his face. Nici, it is nothing. Save your gratitude for greater deeds," He suggested, and lead them off the path, toward the caravan.

The fires were actually not so distant as they appeared; they were doused somewhat, hidden by the circle of wagons to make them appear smaller from betwixt the cracks. It really only took them perhaps half an hour to move at the horse's pace toward the camp. His tent was just inside the circle of wagons, but outside the firelight, close to Baba's vardos. When they finally reached the area, he turned to Levent, and smiled somewhat apologetically. "Ah, you can wait here, please? Baba will not be pleased with me if I allow you further." He explained, and left them just outside the circle, glancing worriedly at the horse before he ducked between two of the larger wagons and made his way toward his things.

He found his own white tent quickly, and found the small bag of oats. Then he searched among his things for any leftover medicine, and found a bundle of herbs usually used for toothaches, as they lessened pain and made you somewhat soft in the head, and gathered those as well. He left the tent, glancing toward the dancers around the fire worriedly in case he should be found and punished, but no one noticed him. He'd need to make himself known to Baba, though, and that wasn't something he was looking forward to.

There was no helping it. With a little sigh, he sidled up to the small, two-horse vardos, stepping up onto the door and knocking lightly. There was a moment of silence, and then the door creaked open, and glittering silver eyes gazed up at him. "Drakien, vin inch," She invited, and he stepped inside, his ears lowered and his gaze on the floor. She moved past him to sit in her rocking chair, and he shifted out of her way, standing awkwardly a moment before she began speaking. "Ce e cu tine, băiete?" He blinked, his gaze lifting, and then shifted again, uncomfortably. "Ah...Am dat peste un cal rănit, Baba. Aş dori să-l ajute ..."

There was a long moment of silence, and then the sound of the chair creaking. When he looked up, she was bending over, reaching for one of the jars beneath her chair. It creaked again, and a small white pot was selected. She handed it to him without a word, her eyes unreadable. Acest lucru este un medicament pentru durere si infectie. A intins-o pe zonele afectate," She instructed, and then turned away, her gaze settling on the wall across from her as she sank into her chair. He murmured quietly his gratitude, glad she seemed to understand his soft heart and wondering how she'd known which of her mysterious medicines he'd needed, before backing out of the vardos, shutting the door of the live-in wagon quietly behind him.

He returned quickly to the stranger and his horse, and handed over the medicine, his ears still plastered to his head. "For infection," He explained as he handed the white pot over, and then held out the bundle of herbs and smiled a bit weakly, adding, "And for pain."

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