08-06-2018, 12:10 AM
BEATRICE
When Beatrice had accepted the position of Sage, she figured she would be dealing with minor injuries. The canine believed that she would be treating sprained limbs, small cuts, splinters, and stomach aches. Not even in her wildest dreams would she believe she would be dealing with life and death wounds. She couldn't fathom her paws helping to truly save someone's life. That just wasn't who she was, yet as she heard Rosemary's screaming, Beatrice knew she would have to become something more.
The dog scented the blood well before she arrived, and its overpowering stench almost made her sick. Steeling herself, she scurried closer to those already gathered. "Goldie?" she breathed, taking a single step backwards. Flashes of terrible memories crossed in front of her mind's eye, but it didn't paralyze her. Inhaling through her nose, the healer said, "I can go get someone with fire abilities. I have more bandages and - and, uh, goldenrod for the wounds. And I have water too."
Her voice was calm, but if one looked closely enough, tense notes rested underneath. The ginger dog reached into the satchel she had began to carry around, retrieving the bandages, the herb, and bottle of water she had spoken on. She handed them all off. Her ears pinned backwards as she looked at Goldenluxury once more. "Someone keep her talking and awake. She doesn't need to fall unconscious. I'll be right back with someone who can wield fire." Her words were quick, stern, as she moved to stand in the threshold of the abandoned shack.
"If anyone has fire elementals, we need you! It's urgent, so hurry up!" Beatrice's voice carried, reaching far off. Luckily, a few npcs nodded and headed off to help in the search. She stood still for only a handful of seconds before pushing out of the doorway and running to find someone who could command flames.
The dog scented the blood well before she arrived, and its overpowering stench almost made her sick. Steeling herself, she scurried closer to those already gathered. "Goldie?" she breathed, taking a single step backwards. Flashes of terrible memories crossed in front of her mind's eye, but it didn't paralyze her. Inhaling through her nose, the healer said, "I can go get someone with fire abilities. I have more bandages and - and, uh, goldenrod for the wounds. And I have water too."
Her voice was calm, but if one looked closely enough, tense notes rested underneath. The ginger dog reached into the satchel she had began to carry around, retrieving the bandages, the herb, and bottle of water she had spoken on. She handed them all off. Her ears pinned backwards as she looked at Goldenluxury once more. "Someone keep her talking and awake. She doesn't need to fall unconscious. I'll be right back with someone who can wield fire." Her words were quick, stern, as she moved to stand in the threshold of the abandoned shack.
"If anyone has fire elementals, we need you! It's urgent, so hurry up!" Beatrice's voice carried, reaching far off. Luckily, a few npcs nodded and headed off to help in the search. She stood still for only a handful of seconds before pushing out of the doorway and running to find someone who could command flames.
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[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon