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Musical Ambience - Fireflight, Stay Close
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Shardis was dying. If the four of them shouted for help or cried out, no one would hear them. The blizzard wind whipping at Ethel's ears reminded her that sound traveled poorly through snow. She was praying now, murmuring and whispering soft spells under her breath. Her hands were beginning to glow. The colors in her faerie wings were slowly fading to a translucent glow, merging to a bright white. Her eyes were clearing up as well. The once amber colored orbs were turning silver. I want to save Shardis. Her hair was flying, curls slipping past her cap and dancing into the wind behind her.
The feeling of being left out in the cold snow, alone. Old memories echoed in Ethel's mind, giving her strength. The stranger nodded and moved over to Shardis. For the moment Ethel closed her eyes, waiting, pensive.
There it was. The sickening sound of wood tearing through flesh as the woman ripped the branch out of the felleon's back. Almost immediately, Ethel knelt forward, tears dripping from her eyes as she placed her glowing hands over the wound. As the white glow touched the felleon's skin, torn arterties and ruptured blood vessels began to reform, finding their links. Blood pumped quickly though the felleon's body. Almost a few minutes passed like this, with sweat droplets dripping along the sides of Ethel's face.
Suddenly, she could feel the cold around her. Stronger than ever. Her hands were trembling, her ankles frozen. Ethel's entire body was feeling the full brunt of the cold, but she pushed herself, biting her lip and letting the magic surge through her body. Ever so slowly, the skin began to reform and the large wound went from a gaping hole in the felleon's body to a large gash. When it was close to a gash, deep enough to be dangerous if infected, but healed enough to allow the cat free movement, Ethel stopped. The white glow faded away into the landscape of snow and the girl's eyes slowly returned to their amber hues. She had done what she could.
"The matter of wrapping the wound.." Ethel mumbled. She gestured to Keyvnor and he understood. The hummingbird flew back to her, ripping strings of cloth from the bottom of her dress with his beak. The material was thick enough to wrap around Shardis' wound. Ethel had never dressed a wound before, so she struggled with wrapping the cloth, awkwardly slipping it below and above the cat's body in order to cover the entire gash. When she was done, she sighed, reaching up to brush frozen bits of her hair out of her face. Even the sweat on her brow had frozen. She felt like an icicle.
But before she could rejoice, Ethel remembered Medwick. She pushed herself to her feet. Unsteady, she stumbled ahead for a moment, managing to take some uneasy steps towards the stranger. Her knees gave in and she fell, between Shardis and the mound where the stranger was uncovering the scholar. She didn't have the energy to dig. Her arms and legs felt numb. Her vision was flickering, lights and reflections becoming distorted with the snow. She squinted at Medwick as the stranger dug him out. She had a bit of magic left in her. She prayed he wasn't seriously injured. Shardis was in terrible condition and if possible, Ethel wanted to use the last of her energy to heal the large cat's grave wound.
"Medwick!" Ethel breathed, relieved to see his face, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
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Shardis was dying. If the four of them shouted for help or cried out, no one would hear them. The blizzard wind whipping at Ethel's ears reminded her that sound traveled poorly through snow. She was praying now, murmuring and whispering soft spells under her breath. Her hands were beginning to glow. The colors in her faerie wings were slowly fading to a translucent glow, merging to a bright white. Her eyes were clearing up as well. The once amber colored orbs were turning silver. I want to save Shardis. Her hair was flying, curls slipping past her cap and dancing into the wind behind her.
The feeling of being left out in the cold snow, alone. Old memories echoed in Ethel's mind, giving her strength. The stranger nodded and moved over to Shardis. For the moment Ethel closed her eyes, waiting, pensive.
There it was. The sickening sound of wood tearing through flesh as the woman ripped the branch out of the felleon's back. Almost immediately, Ethel knelt forward, tears dripping from her eyes as she placed her glowing hands over the wound. As the white glow touched the felleon's skin, torn arterties and ruptured blood vessels began to reform, finding their links. Blood pumped quickly though the felleon's body. Almost a few minutes passed like this, with sweat droplets dripping along the sides of Ethel's face.
Suddenly, she could feel the cold around her. Stronger than ever. Her hands were trembling, her ankles frozen. Ethel's entire body was feeling the full brunt of the cold, but she pushed herself, biting her lip and letting the magic surge through her body. Ever so slowly, the skin began to reform and the large wound went from a gaping hole in the felleon's body to a large gash. When it was close to a gash, deep enough to be dangerous if infected, but healed enough to allow the cat free movement, Ethel stopped. The white glow faded away into the landscape of snow and the girl's eyes slowly returned to their amber hues. She had done what she could.
"The matter of wrapping the wound.." Ethel mumbled. She gestured to Keyvnor and he understood. The hummingbird flew back to her, ripping strings of cloth from the bottom of her dress with his beak. The material was thick enough to wrap around Shardis' wound. Ethel had never dressed a wound before, so she struggled with wrapping the cloth, awkwardly slipping it below and above the cat's body in order to cover the entire gash. When she was done, she sighed, reaching up to brush frozen bits of her hair out of her face. Even the sweat on her brow had frozen. She felt like an icicle.
But before she could rejoice, Ethel remembered Medwick. She pushed herself to her feet. Unsteady, she stumbled ahead for a moment, managing to take some uneasy steps towards the stranger. Her knees gave in and she fell, between Shardis and the mound where the stranger was uncovering the scholar. She didn't have the energy to dig. Her arms and legs felt numb. Her vision was flickering, lights and reflections becoming distorted with the snow. She squinted at Medwick as the stranger dug him out. She had a bit of magic left in her. She prayed he wasn't seriously injured. Shardis was in terrible condition and if possible, Ethel wanted to use the last of her energy to heal the large cat's grave wound.
"Medwick!" Ethel breathed, relieved to see his face, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
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