Sander had almost forgotten what day it was if it wasn’t for the fact that the village had been empty. Having refused to own anything to keep the time with Sander often found himself clueless on what day or hour it was, or how many days even had passed. Not that it mattered to the man, for he had plenty of time to spend and waste no matter how he kept or calculated. In that he differed from the rest, which was a painful yet fascinating reminder.
The man had only arrived days before, fresh-faced and still clueless on the mechanics of the people here. However, he had enough experience to know that despite the small size of the village there was always someone to be met outside. Especially the elderly and he had encountered one such lovely lady that had been telling him all about the Animal festival, the destination to where all was headed.
“Oh dear,” the lady whispered, causing Sander to look up with a raised brow. Not too far away a young lady fell, her ankle twisting painfully as she screamed it out of pain. “Oh dear,” the elderly breath again, hand over her chest. A little worried for her ability to breath Sander leaned forward towards the wispy lady, hoping that she was just gasping at the situation.
“Grace the heavens for doctor Ivankov,” she continued, hand laying on top of Sander’s arm. “Though he can be so brash in his wordings...-are you sure you are no doctor, dear?” the woman continued, catching the worried expression on Sander’s face as he seemed conflicted whether to rush over to the doctor and the fallen lady to help or stay with his current company.
“N-no, but I have studied the medical field extensively,” he sheepishly admitted, memories flashing past of long bygone times. His knowledge was probably outdated, but he knew he could be of help anyway.
“Go. You want to help, not?” the lady pressured on, a smile gracing her features. In a flash her face appeared youthful, skin smooth and flushed with excitement, but with eyes filled with understanding and wisdom all the same. Blinking Sander returned the smile, kissing the elderly’s hand.
Turning around the male moved himself towards the doctor and the female. Catching the last few words spoken by the doctor Sander popped up, the kids surrounding them gaping at the stranger.
“I can help? No need to get a car out, two men will do,” he offered, offering a shoulder and an arm for the cause.
“Though, if it is icing and crutches I happen to have a cold compress with me?” Sander continued. Nonsense, of course, who carried a cold compress ready to go? However, the male could hardly walk up to the pair and claim that he could magic some cold out of thin air. Besides, it didn’t work that way and having to explain the finer details was a pain.
“I would hate for you to miss out on the festival,” he added with a wink, pulling out something from his pockets that was indeed a cold compress, ready to go. Giving the pair a look he grinned at the children that seemed to be curious at what Sander was pulling from his pockets. Even more so when he mischievously pulled out a single candy, catching all of their attention before slipping it back in his pocket. Sander didn't have the heart to give it to them, having no clue how old the sweet was and if it was still edible.
“No need to move around if we can just wait for the crutches,” he continued with a smile. As much as he would love to wizard crutches out of his pocket the man felt that he had done quite enough. Besides, how would he explain how the crutches fit in his pockets?
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