07-17-2020, 06:48 PM
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She could not say she understood. Not when Kydobi's skull slammed into the ground. Not when her father tried to sooth her. She could not say she understood. Not entirely. But she was coming to understand... Something. Her father had known what the Pitt was when they arrived. A year ago. A year. He had known. He had sought it. Because he knew the Pitt had been feared and fear was a wonderful defense. To protect her.
In a year the world changed. So what was one more turn-around?
She understood. A little. What her father wanted. But what did the others want? Violence. Blood. War. And her? ... She didn't know, but she was tired of seeing her friends drop dead. Tired of losing loved ones. As far as she was concerned Kydobi was dead because of the Pitt itself, not their enemies... Which didn't make sense to her.
Her father must've wanted to give her something to do. To stop the relentless circling of her young mind. Soon enough, he had tasked her with teaching. Teaching again. To teach was another way to learn. Aine relented easily enough, finding comfort in tending her herbs, in assembling and organizing, in study and practice.
Of course, the petite acolyte still found teaching frightening. Regardless of prep. But she'd done it before, she could do it again... Probably. So quietly, Aine began assembling a simple collection of herbs just outside the White Temple. Just a few, freshly-grown plants used in the most basic first aid. Each she had set gently atop a large leaf, to avoid touching the ground directly. Aligned very neatly beside one another. Horsetail. Marigold. Chamomile. Bindweed. Poppy seeds. Aloe vera. Thyme.
Okay. There was that all too familiar squeeze in her chest. Her mouth drying. Slowly, she sucked in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before releasing. Okay.
"H... Hey! Ga-gather for a first aid lesson!"
I'll come back when you call me
The truth? The petite deer-fox had been... Avoiding everyone. Or. Most everyone. It was hard to avoid her father. Who had been more than understanding, when they returned home that day, when she burst into tears and let the questions explode. Demands. Answers. Why. Why. Why.She could not say she understood. Not when Kydobi's skull slammed into the ground. Not when her father tried to sooth her. She could not say she understood. Not entirely. But she was coming to understand... Something. Her father had known what the Pitt was when they arrived. A year ago. A year. He had known. He had sought it. Because he knew the Pitt had been feared and fear was a wonderful defense. To protect her.
In a year the world changed. So what was one more turn-around?
She understood. A little. What her father wanted. But what did the others want? Violence. Blood. War. And her? ... She didn't know, but she was tired of seeing her friends drop dead. Tired of losing loved ones. As far as she was concerned Kydobi was dead because of the Pitt itself, not their enemies... Which didn't make sense to her.
Her father must've wanted to give her something to do. To stop the relentless circling of her young mind. Soon enough, he had tasked her with teaching. Teaching again. To teach was another way to learn. Aine relented easily enough, finding comfort in tending her herbs, in assembling and organizing, in study and practice.
Of course, the petite acolyte still found teaching frightening. Regardless of prep. But she'd done it before, she could do it again... Probably. So quietly, Aine began assembling a simple collection of herbs just outside the White Temple. Just a few, freshly-grown plants used in the most basic first aid. Each she had set gently atop a large leaf, to avoid touching the ground directly. Aligned very neatly beside one another. Horsetail. Marigold. Chamomile. Bindweed. Poppy seeds. Aloe vera. Thyme.
Okay. There was that all too familiar squeeze in her chest. Her mouth drying. Slowly, she sucked in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before releasing. Okay.
"H... Hey! Ga-gather for a first aid lesson!"
— aine | the pitt | acolyte | fae druid —