04-23-2009, 06:31 PM
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I wasn’t sure if there was a sink or not, ^=^;;
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Cwmfen watched curiously, the woad bound ears pricking forward as she watched him fit the gloves. Each creature here seemed to be in a completely different world, she thought suddenly as she watched the medic. Her gaze lifted suddenly when he spoke, and she immediately turned to retrieve what it was that he requested. But once in the kitchen, the warrior was quite confused. The black fae was standing in the middle of a room in which everything seemed foreign; she remembered this place from her last stay here, and that had been when she had been under Bane’s care. The black tail waved several times behind her as she set herself against this needlessly difficult task. Water had to be somewhere....
The woad bound ears flickered back, listening to the sound of the male’s speaking that suddenly seemed loud in the silence. Her nose twitched as it tried to smell where the water would be. The white orbs carved a path in the air, falling finally upon a strange metallic gleam that her nose told her held water. She trotted to it, her hands reaching out to touch the strange neck. The fingers slid down it and when her hands nudged something near the side, a light trail of water came from that neck. The warrior was surprised, but she looked around to find something to hold the water. Eventually, she grabbed something that was similar to what she remembered drinking out of. The soft trickling filled the cup and she was able to stop that flow, carrying the cup back to the two at the table.
The cup was set gently upon the table. Her white orbs lingered on the wolf as he worked, her silence of equal caliber, as she observed him with a gentle, indiscernible gaze. This male did not seem to have changed as the others had; it was strange, but it had often seemed as if the world were always changing and she were singularly left behind, as constant as the earth but as acquiescent as the wind and water. The warrior was quite content with where she herself was, but others did not seem to share that view; it was as if there were a strange force that compelled their minds to move in a certain way, and yet that current had missed her. Yet Bane and Onus had not changed, their character and quality consistent. She wondered quietly what kept them so, wondering perhaps to learn what kept her own mind so constant.
In this way she thought as the warrior stepped back, allowing the blue eyed male ample room to continue his work. But the warrior watched quietly, her gaze intent as she watched him work upon the wound. Somehow the torn shoulder seemed worse, but she trusted the wolf. Her gaze shifted at one point to the coyote. He had not taken the offered ‘painkillers’ that remained upon the table. She did not recognize those pills, thinking them strange. But their purpose was not unknown as their label was self explanatory, and so she was impressed with the vigilante’s self control; she wondered too how much of it was from the loss of blood. The woad warrior’s gaze lingered on the black wolf’s back as she stood behind him, far enough to receive no heat but close enough to see.
I wasn’t sure if there was a sink or not, ^=^;;
500+
Cwmfen watched curiously, the woad bound ears pricking forward as she watched him fit the gloves. Each creature here seemed to be in a completely different world, she thought suddenly as she watched the medic. Her gaze lifted suddenly when he spoke, and she immediately turned to retrieve what it was that he requested. But once in the kitchen, the warrior was quite confused. The black fae was standing in the middle of a room in which everything seemed foreign; she remembered this place from her last stay here, and that had been when she had been under Bane’s care. The black tail waved several times behind her as she set herself against this needlessly difficult task. Water had to be somewhere....
The woad bound ears flickered back, listening to the sound of the male’s speaking that suddenly seemed loud in the silence. Her nose twitched as it tried to smell where the water would be. The white orbs carved a path in the air, falling finally upon a strange metallic gleam that her nose told her held water. She trotted to it, her hands reaching out to touch the strange neck. The fingers slid down it and when her hands nudged something near the side, a light trail of water came from that neck. The warrior was surprised, but she looked around to find something to hold the water. Eventually, she grabbed something that was similar to what she remembered drinking out of. The soft trickling filled the cup and she was able to stop that flow, carrying the cup back to the two at the table.
The cup was set gently upon the table. Her white orbs lingered on the wolf as he worked, her silence of equal caliber, as she observed him with a gentle, indiscernible gaze. This male did not seem to have changed as the others had; it was strange, but it had often seemed as if the world were always changing and she were singularly left behind, as constant as the earth but as acquiescent as the wind and water. The warrior was quite content with where she herself was, but others did not seem to share that view; it was as if there were a strange force that compelled their minds to move in a certain way, and yet that current had missed her. Yet Bane and Onus had not changed, their character and quality consistent. She wondered quietly what kept them so, wondering perhaps to learn what kept her own mind so constant.
In this way she thought as the warrior stepped back, allowing the blue eyed male ample room to continue his work. But the warrior watched quietly, her gaze intent as she watched him work upon the wound. Somehow the torn shoulder seemed worse, but she trusted the wolf. Her gaze shifted at one point to the coyote. He had not taken the offered ‘painkillers’ that remained upon the table. She did not recognize those pills, thinking them strange. But their purpose was not unknown as their label was self explanatory, and so she was impressed with the vigilante’s self control; she wondered too how much of it was from the loss of blood. The woad warrior’s gaze lingered on the black wolf’s back as she stood behind him, far enough to receive no heat but close enough to see.