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Post by Waterdrup on Mar 6, 2018 9:30:32 GMT -6
Plot: After the events of chapter 5, Gwen is wounded and seeks out the help of a lost childhood friend (Nim) for some medical attention.
Setting/Location: Western farmlands of Onea, Winter
Characters: Gwen & Nimerah
Gwen
Farmer
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It had been terrible.
Gwen was still shaking as she made her way through the freshly fallen snow, her quick breaths forming small clouds in the cold winter air. Her task had seemed simple enough. Go to Saoire’s farmhouse, meet the medics, get some supplies, come home.
The white mare glanced at the saddlebag which held what had been left of the medicine. It wasn’t a lot. Two Cultist had barged into the farmhouse, created chaos and destruction and then left with a grin and some supplies themselves. It had been the most terrifying event Gwen had ever endured.
The young mare shivered under her thick musk ox pelt. Now that the adrenaline had seeped away she could feel the dull sting of the fat splinter that had buried itself into her shoulder. It didn’t seem like a big wound. Together with her bruised ribs they were only minor injuries compared to what others had suffered.
Gwen bit her lip when she thought of all the horrible things that had happened today. She didn’t understand why anyone would do such things. When the snowstorm had finally settled she had been one of the first to be on her way again, she just had to get away from there.
As a familiar sight came into view a wave of relief rolled through the anxious mare. She sighed as she looked at the majestic chestnut tree that grew on the hill behind her home. Soon after that Gwen could see the lights behind the windows of her family’s farm and she quickened her pace. Eager to be safe again.
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WC 267
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Post by catorb on Mar 8, 2018 6:33:05 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC:
Bron, Kresten
“Has that storm died down yet?” Bron’s rough voice called from the bedroom. His son quickly checked the window to make sure before answering, “Yeh, it died down a while ago.” He replied, focusing back on his playing cards. “A while ago?” Bron came through the door. “Why didn’t you wake me? We have work to do.” He somewhat bellowed, his tail flicking irritably while quickly making his way to the kitchen for a quick drink. “Sheesh, calm down, old man.” Kresten mumbled as he pried a card from his teke hold and dropped it on the pile before him. “What work is there to be done anyway, it’s winter.” He added. Nimerah snorted loudly as Bron dropped a shovel on Kresten’s head. Playing cards dropped everywhere as the young stallion cried out. “Get off your lazy ass and shovel the entry.” The old male rumbled, picking up a second shovel from the doorway cabinet. Kresten cursed under his breath, shaking his head to rid himself of the pain. He shot Nim a dirty look as he heard her stifle a laugh, but she quickly looked away. As the two stallion wrapped themselves in warm winter cloaks in the hallway, ready to leave, Nimerah started to clean off the table and pack up the cards. “Are you expecting visitors?” She asked Bron without looking up from her work. “Of course not, who's gonna come here with this kind of weather.” Kresten quickly replied, but he stilled as his father stopped at the door. After a short pause the old stallion spoke, “I don’t know… Maybe this weather would be a the reason why.” He mumbled before opening the old creaking door and limping outside. Nimerah eyed Kresten with confusion, who shrugged with the same face, before heading out the door and into the cold.
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Post by Waterdrup on Mar 11, 2018 9:30:52 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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When Gwen stepped into the warmth of her home she was greeted by her impatient mother and her silent father. She tried her best to explain what had happened and watched as her father’s frown deepened. When the white mare started to take off her cloak they noticed the blood on her shoulder and she had to explain that as well.
“Well” Rhosyn started, “you’re safe now, and you got us some medicine at least. Go to the kitchen and I’ll try to take out that splinter.” She instructed her daughter. But Gerallt shook his head. “You need a medic to take a closer look at that, might need stitches or something.” He stated. Gwen flattened her ears, she didn’t like medics. “I don’t want to be a burden.” She mumbled.
She glanced back up at her father and caught half of his words. “…can visit Bron’s farmhouse. I spoke to him last week and he mentioned that his daughter was staying over. She’s a medic.” Gwen could almost hear her mother scoff as the bay mare lifted her chin. “That shameless filly doesn’t have the skill to-“ But her words were cut short by Gerallt.
“Nimerah knows more about wounds and medicine than you and me, woman. If Gwen’s shoulder gets infected she won’t be able to do any work.” The big stallion stated, leaving no room for his wife to argue. Rhosyn glared at him though, before walking back to the kitchen without another word. Obviously displeased. It made Gwen feel nervous.
Her father’s pine green teke held the saddlebag of medicine up as he placed them on Gwen’s back again. “You remember where Bron’s house is?” The sentence formed a question, but Gerallts’ body language wasn’t showing it. Gwen hesitated before she slowly nodded.
It had been years since she had been there and she felt awkward to go there now, asking for a favour even. But her father left her no choice as he opened the door. “Go on, don’t dawdle. A green wound is soon healed.” And so Gwen stepped back into the snow once more.
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WC 351
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Featured NPC: Gerallt, Rhosyn
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Post by catorb on Mar 22, 2018 6:22:00 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC: Bron, Kresten
Nimerah was quick to heat up some left over broth from yesterday's dinner, and did some cleaning while it simmered. She peeked out of the window to see the two stallions shovel away the layers of snow. Her eyes fell on Bron, watching how he stubbornly struggled to do the work while limping. She let out a sign, knowing full well he wouldn't listen to either her or Kresten about 'taking it easy'. They had long given up on that. The young mare checked the meal, concluded it was ready and headed out the door. "You guys done yet?" She called out. Her words came out in white puffs as she walked the cleared path. Kresten stopped his shoveling and stretched. "I don't know," He groaned "Are we?" The question was directed at his father, who only grunted in response, but didn't stop scooping. Nim moved to his side and took hold of the shovel with her teke, stopping the old farmer in his tracks. "I think you are." She told him with a warm smile. It took him a moment to silently return a smile himself, before looking away and clearing his throat. "Come back inside. I warmed up some lunch." Nim coaxed both stallions, taking the shovel from her step-father and turning with him. Kresten did not have to be told twice and quickly made his way back to the house, stomping his hooves on the way to clear them from the white powder. "My ears are freezing off." he muttered in agony as Nim and Bron followed him back in.
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Post by Waterdrup on Mar 28, 2018 14:37:46 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen used her forest green teke to pull her dark muskoxen pelt tighter to her body. The main road had been cleared hastily by some volunteers or passer-by’s, leaving patches of cold snow here and there. The young mare shivered as she made her way slowly, reluctantly. Her mother was angry and Gwen was well aware of Rhosyn’s disproval when it came to Nimerah and her deceased mother, Leyah.
Rhosyn had always discouraged her foals to seek contact with the unicorn. Gerallt however, was friends with Nimerah’s stepfather. He didn’t mind their sons and daughter hanging out together, much to Rhosyn’s dismay.
Gwen had been about thirteen when she’d tagged along with her brothers and so came to meet Nimerah. She had been a tiny dark unicorn then, with a blue horn… or had it been green? They’d been years and worlds apart. Although Gwen was still able to hear with her left ear, she was already shy and insecure. A few years later she lost her hearing all together and ever since she’d stayed close to home, drowning herself with chores and fieldwork.
It had been nearly a decade since she’d seen Nimerah and she wouldn’t be surprised if no one in the family would recognize her. Now the white mare found herself at the edge of Bron’s land. The private road all cleared from snow and smoke coming from the chimney. Gwen flicked her ears backward and ducked her head as she approached the door. She glanced at her shoulder, which was stinging quite painfully by now. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and knocked.
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WC 268
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Post by catorb on Apr 1, 2018 7:57:50 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC: Bron, Kresten
"Aaah, that hits the spot." Kresten gushed out as he let himself slump in his seat. Seemingly glowing with a satisfied smile on his lips. Nimerah took it all as a compliments while she cleared the table. She tried to be quiet, however, as after the warm meal her old step-father had manged to drift off to at the table. The old stallion wouldn't give himself enough rest as it is, so both youngsters let him be. "So, what is that you do for fun in Skeldr?" Kresten's spoke low and soft, peeking at the young mare with lazy eyes. "Hmm? Same as here I suppose. Card games and ale drinking." Nim replied while quietly washing up. "Why? Think we go wild up there?" She mentioned towards the mountain rage. "No... just wondered what you'd been up to..." The mare stopped her work. "You think I've been playing games and getting drunk this whole time?" Nimerah turned in shock, acting affronted. The young stallion only shrugged in response, but refused to catch her eyes. "I told you I've been working hard as an apprentice healer. I don't have time or money for anything else." She tried to keep her voice down, noticing Bron's shifting. They both paused until the old stallion settled in his seat once again. "You've had no fun then? Made any friends?" Kresten asked in a hushed voice. "Of course I have... At least, I've met old friends." Nim didn't really know what could be counted as actual 'fun' she'd had. Hunting down a kirin and getting death threads surely hadn't been. She had kept that little adventure story to herself, knowing it would only worry her family. "You should be glad I haven't had the time of my life there. The sooner I'm done with my training, the sooner I can come back, right?" The young mare flashed Keest a cheeky grin, that caused him to quickly look away, out of the window with a thoughtless 'hmm'. He squinted his eyes then, noticing the snow was moving outside. No wait... "Gwen?" He voiced his thought, getting up from his spot. "Who?" Nimerah asked, craning her neck to peek with him. "What's she doing here?" Krest's brow furrowed. A short rap on the front door followed. "Who is she?" Nim hastily whispered while following the young stallion on his way to the front door. "Gerallt's daughter." He quickly replied, before opening the door. That didn't do much for Nim, since the name didn't ring a bell. So she forced herself into the small space that was the hallway to try and look past Kresten's shoulder. A young white mare stood in front of the door, a respectable distance away. Her head hung low, and her ears flat. She didn't seem too happy to be here. "Good afternoon, What brings you here?" Kresten greeted formally, yet forward. Having not seen this mare often away from her homestead, this was new, and new was wrong.
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Post by Waterdrup on Apr 10, 2018 15:13:17 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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For a moment Gwen was hopeful no one would answer, but that hope was soon squished when the door cracked open to reveal a dark stallion. Gwen glanced up at Kresten, easily recognizing him, and caught his formal greeting. Maybe he didn’t recognize her? His body language made her anxious, it didn’t appear very welcoming.
The young mare quickly dipped her head in a greeting. “I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Gwen, daughter of Gerallt. He send me here to look for Nimerah.” While she spoke the white mare did her best to maintain eye contact, to see if her words were understood. But her gaze quickly shifted to a point behind Kresten.
A curious, sooty dunskin unicorn was looking at her. Thick, wavy manes spilled over Kresten as she pressed in for a closer look. She had to be the medic Gwen was looking for. ”A green horn.” The white mare couldn’t help but think.
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WC 158
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Post by catorb on Apr 29, 2018 3:58:15 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC:
Kresten
Kresten breathed in deep. "Well, well well." He started, shaking his head. "Only 2 days here and you're already pulling a crowd." He spoke over his shoulder, eyeing Nim behind him. He faced Gwen again and slumped into a comfortable stance, "Yes, Nimerah is here, and yes she's a medic." He added. "What do you need her for?" He asked as he looked Gwen up and down. "Let her in for Kaia's sake! It's freezing outside!" Nimerah barked as she kneed the large stallion at his flank for good measure, hoping it would make him move. "Ow! Sheesh! Fine, fine. Come in." He grumbled, as he scrambled back, pushing the both of them out of the tiny hallway. Nimerah quickly moved to pop back at the open door. "Hi, yes, please come in!" She quickly greeted Gwen with a sheepish smile, making way for their guest. "I'm indeed Nimerah, What can I help you with?" She added as she waited for the white mare to pass her.
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Post by Waterdrup on May 11, 2018 10:29:30 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen watched patiently as the siblings quarrelled and pushed, she felt a bit awkward. The young mare didn’t catch all of the mumbling, but she didn’t need to. When Nimerah invited her in the white mare only hesitated for a moment before complying.
She didn’t want to be rude and let any more of the cold air pass through the open door. So The white mare quickly but cautiously passed the unicorn and stepped into the warm house. Her nose instantly picking up the scent of cooking. Had she interrupted their meal? Her stomach clenched as she opened her mouth to answer Nimerah’s question.
“My father send me here to ask you for help, but if the time is inconvenient I could…“ Gwen trailed off. She had wanted to say she could come back another time. But she didn’t want to make that empty promise. She looked down and started to fidget with her musk-ox pelt, unsure of how to continue.
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WC 161
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Post by catorb on May 11, 2018 11:40:36 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC: Kresten
Nimerah hastily closed the door and followed Gwen into the home. She eyed the white mare, noting how shy she was as she stood there, letting her words trail off. After the short pause fell on the household, Nim smiled, "Not at all! I'm happy to help." She chirped with a colorful voice, and moved in and offered to take her guest's weather pelt. Somehow this mare seemed familiair. ' But she must be, she's from the area', the unicorn thought. "I assume you're here for need of medical aid? Did someone fall ill?" Nimerah asked, a slight hint of worry in her voice. But as soon as her teke politely lifted the dark pelt from Gwen's form, Kresten gasped. "Wow, that doesn't look good." He said in awe, having a clear view of the angry wound on the white mare's shoulder.
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Post by Waterdrup on May 11, 2018 13:50:44 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen jumped a little when her pelt moved, she looked up to Nimerah to see the unicorn was using her teke to lift it. Meanwhile asking if someone was ill. The white mare winced slightly and glanced at her now uncovered shoulder. The big splinter of wood was still there, dried blood all around it. It stung, painfully, but at this point it probably looked much worse than it actually was.
Gwen faced Nimerah again. “I.. eh, someone was hit with a chair and a piece of it got stuck in my shoulder. My father thought it best if a medic looked at it.” She quickly explained. The young mare almost added an apology, but she managed to swallow it. She did keep her head low though as she waited for a response.
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WC 133
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Post by catorb on May 30, 2018 13:50:53 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC: Kresten, Bron
Nimerah rolled her eyes at her brother's dramatic comment while hanging the dark weather pelt in the corridor. She carefully listened to Gwen's fragile voice, and raised an eyebrow at the older mare's story while she turned back to face her. "A chair?" Nim asked stunned with a disbelieving smile. She walked around the fidgety mare, effectively shoving Kresten aside. "What kind of crazy party's do you go to?" She asked with a breathy laugh, finding it an odd story to hear but she stilled when her eyes fell on the wound. It was a stark contrast to the fair white of Gwen's coat. A door-nail sized splinter stuck out of the surface, dried blood caked about it's edges. Nimerah noticed the slight swelling of the bothered skin and could already imagine the hot feel it would have to the touch. "My, that's quite something..." She mumbled, her mind already lost in herbalist world, thinking of the best way to deal with this. She quickly shook herself out of it, and cleared her throat. "Alright, well, let's see what I can do for you!"Suddenly one of the low-seaters was loudly pulled from it's place by the dining table and dragged the more open space in the kitchen by the dark mare's teke. It woke Bron with a start, and he looked about in confusion. "Here, make yourself comfortable." Nim told Gwen with a warm smile, before turning towards her room, as well as her sparse medicine stack. "What's going on?" Bron grumbled as he slowly straightened with popping joints. His eyes wandered over the pale visitor, and then shot to his son. Kresten bristled at the stark look, but quickly composed, "Relax, old man." He replied, joining his 'old man' at the table again. "Just a patient."
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Post by Waterdrup on Jun 12, 2018 14:20:57 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen felt uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze of Nimerah, so while the medic looked at her wound, the white mare looked around the house. She noticed the old stallion, nodding away at the dinner table. Gwen slowly started to relax a little. The grumpy, old farmer always made her nervous. She just needed to be quiet, hoping he would stay asleep until she was able to leave.
The white mare caught movement and one of the chairs was yanked back. She could feel the tremors in the floor as the chair was dragged to the centre of the room. It didn’t surprise her to see Bron snap awake and she quickly avoided his gaze. Gwen turned back to Nimerah, just in time to catch her last words, before the unicorn walked away.
Gwen kept standing, frozen as her thoughts swirled. She didn’t feel like sitting down, she didn’t want to turn towards Bron either. But it would be rude to reject the offer, it was even worse to ignore the head of the house. So she swallowed hard and turned to Bron, dipping her head low in a greeting. ‘I’m sorry for disturbing you this late. My father Gerallt send me to see Nimerah.’ The mare spoke a little slower than usual, straining to articulate every word as precise as she could.
Gwen glanced to where Nimerah had gone and then realized with a start that the unicorn had probably walked away to get some medical supplies. Gwen had forgotten about her supplies! She hurried to grab the saddlebag with her green teke, keeping them close to her chest. She kept standing there, moving from hoof to hoof, waiting for the young medic to return so she could show her the contents.
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WC 292
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Post by catorb on Jun 30, 2018 15:11:39 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Featured NPC:
Kresten, Bron
"Gerallt?" Bron's rough voice asked. "Haven't seen him in a while. How is he?" He eyed Gwen with his lazy eyes. "Hope he hasn't gained more weight since last time." He gruffly added. Although ment as a joke, his brass, monotone voice lacked any humor. "Oh yeah! And your brother, Aeron?" Kresten remembered his friend instantly. "Let him know I'm still up for going to the pub next week." He winked at Gwen, with a sly grin. "Can you two leave her be? She's hurting." Nimerah scolded the two males when walking back into the living space. She'd noticed how Gwen seemed tensed and fidgeted in place. These two seemed to be giving her too much attention. "Don't you guys have work to do? In the fields?" She asked frowning. "Fields are frozen." Kresten quipped. "The barn then?" The buckskin mare scowled in the stallion's direction when he let out an insufferable sigh. Bron slowly got to his feet, gesturing for his son to follow him out. He nodded to Gwen as he passed the two mares in silence. "Thank you." Nimerah said sharply, but with genuine gratitude as her step-brother passed and both stallions left the house. Leaving the two mares in silence. The young unicorn let out a deep sign of her own before composing herself again. She smiled at Gwen. "Sorry, about that. They sometimes can't read the air very well." She began unpacking her cures and remedies. An overused leather satchel was emptied of it's jars, flasks and envelopes. It's contends placed on the kitchen counter top by Nimerah's teke. A mortar was dragged towards her as well, ready for use. "So!" she started, turning instantly. "let's take a closer look."
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 3, 2018 15:39:07 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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As Gwen waited for Nimerah to return she completely missed Bron’s words. The white mare started to glance back at the stallions and noticed Kresten was talking. When he gave her a wink, accompanied by a grin, the shy mare quickly looked away. Confused and utterly uncomfortable. She had no idea what he had been talking about.
Gwen was thankful when the unicorn returned and scolded the stallions, even chased them out the house. Gwen did catch the nod Bron gave her as he passed and the young mare quickly dipped her head again in respect. But she couldn’t help to let out a little sigh of relief when they were gone.
The white mare watched with only a hint of curiosity as the medic started to array her supplies. Then she jolted back into action, remembering her saddlebag. “I’m so sorry, I should have said this earlier but, I brought some medicine of my own. Please, feel free to use them if you can.” She stammered a bit as she hurried to speak. “I wouldn’t want to impose on you too much, I am very thankful though.” Gwen quickly added.
She lifted the bag with her teke, opening it to show what was inside. She actually had no idea if any of it was useful. Apart from her deafness she had always been in pretty good health. Medical supplies were pretty foreign to her. She knew some plants had special properties, but she was more interested in raising nutritious crops than herbs.
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WC 253
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Post by catorb on Jul 6, 2018 4:12:40 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Nimerah looked up with a start when Gwen suddenly spoke. Mentioning how she brought medicine of her own to be used. The saddle bag the white mare had been holding was hastily presented, immediately striking Nim's attention. "Oh, wauw, really?" The brunette asked happily surprised, feeling like receiving a present. As Gwen opened the bag and Nimerah couldn't help but peek in, hoping it held something useful. Her bright eyes wandered over the dried herbs and tiny vessels in awe. "This is great!" She exclaimed, gingerly taking the bag from Gwen to place on the counter with the rest of her stock. "I thought of using elderberries for the inflammation, since that's all I have," She said while rummaging through the bag, "but it definitely ruin your coat, which would be such a waste." She pulled out a dark jar filled with a bunch of flower heads, muttering 'perfect' under her breath. With her teke, the young mare made quick work of the stove, lighting a fire and setting up some water to boil. She turned to Gwen with a gleeful smile. "Alright, while we wait for that-" She gestured to the water, "I'm planning on using Elm mixed with these beauties to make the perfect balm for this job." Her teke held up the jar of flowers, shaking it for effect. "We'll have to wiggle this bad boy out and clean it well, but I doubt it'll need any stitching." She added, looking over the angry dried wound on Gwen's shoulder. She was exited, and probably too much. It had been a while since she'd had her own patient. So far she had only helped out as an assistant for Anna, who was keen on taking the ropes. A splinter might not compare to the cases she had to deal with under Anna's teaching in Skeldr, but this would be wholly her own 'diagnose and cure' work.
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 12, 2018 15:37:32 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen felt glad at Nimerah’s reaction to the supplies. As the young unicorn started to rummage through the saddlebag and talk about some herbs Gwen felt the corner of her mouth twitch up in amusement. Had Nimerah always been this energetic? Probably. Gwen couldn’t really remember. She wanted to ask Nimerah if she could help with anything, but of course hesitated and then felt like the moment had passed. Gwen lowered her head, watching Nimerah in silence.
Nimerah seemed a true medic now, completely in her element. Not just because she was happily helping with the injury, but also because she was almost babbling about treatments. Gwen just nodded along, but she started to feel nervous suddenly. A different kind of nervous this time. The white mare glanced at her wound. Sure it stung, but she had tried not to think about it. By now though, she started to realize that getting the splinter out was probably going to hurt.
Gwen bit her lip, she was scared of pain and did not have a high tolerance for it. The adrenaline of the attack had long seeped away. Back then she had hardly even noticed what happened. The cold outside had probably helped in numbing the wound too for a while. But Nimerah’s house was comfortably warm and the stove was adding to that.
Gwen started to fidget. She could deal with the blood but… even that started to make her feel squeamish. The young mare swallowed hard and then looked up at Nimerah. “Do you think it will hurt… much?” She asked softly. Gwen could feel her own voice tremble a little and hoped the embarrassment would not be visible on her cheeks. Had her parents been there she had just shut her mouth and endured it. Even now she feared for a moment that Nimerah would scold her for being childish.
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WC 312
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Post by catorb on Jul 22, 2018 7:08:22 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
"Do you think it will hurt... much?"
Nimerah stopped in her careful grinding of the flower heads with the pestle and looked up. She took in Gwen's huddled form and could easily read her discomfort. The sooty mare gave a her a warm smile, "I won't lie, it will hurt a bit." She confessed, as if consoling a young child. "But with the paste from the slippery elm it will be swift. They don't call it slippery for nothing you know?" She grinned At that moment the water started to boil, and Nimerah quickly stilled it, removing the small kettle from the stove. With her teke she carefully poured the hot water in an wide bowl and grabbed a rag. She then turned on the Gwen, a warm wet rag at the ready. "I'm going to try and get rid of that old blood. Please try to stay still." She requested. The young medic went to work meticulously. Trying her best to avoid the eye sore of a splinter while soaking and rubbing the blood away. It revealed that the splinter was deep, but thankfully clear and even. It really did look worse than it actually was. She stepped back with relief and smiled and Gwen cheerfully, before turning and getting to work on the elm paste, using more of the water. "So... You're from around here?" Nim asked, turning with the paste bowl in here teke, trying to start some small talk. Gwen seemed tense or even scared. Not surprising at the moment, but Nimerah wanted to put her at ease. Both Bron and Kresten know her, but Nimerah didn't recall seeing Gwen before. Did they meet?
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Post by Waterdrup on Aug 8, 2018 13:35:25 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen took a deep breath, smelling the pungent aroma of the white flowers Nimerah was crushing, the wounded mare quickly decided she did not like the scent. She was grateful though, when Nimerah was honest about the procedure. It actually seemed to help with her nerves. Plus, the medic appeared confident and upbeat, which was somehow soothing in itself.
When the unicorn pushed the steaming hot rag against Gwen’s skin the white mare couldn’t help herself, her skin jumped. She tried to stay as still as she could, even resorting to holding her breath, as Nimerah cleaned the wound. Gwen watched the medic work, patiently, then snapping to attention when she read the question.
"So... You're from around here?"[/i]
‘Oh, eh, yes.’ Gwen answered, swallowing before she continued. ‘I’m from the farmhouse that sits beneath the old chestnut tree hill, it’s close to the forest.’ The shy mare hesitated before pushing herself to go on. ‘The farm has belonged to my father’s family for generations and now I live there with my parents and my two older brothers, Meuric and Aeron.’ Gwen wanted to ask Nimerah if she remembered the two stallions, but she had already pushed herself and so the white mare fell silent again.
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Post by catorb on Aug 17, 2018 3:41:44 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
Nimerah froze at the white mare's reply. She stopped her paste-making to turn to Gwen in surprise. "Meuric and Aeron?" She asked wide eyed, "You're Aeron's sister?"
Suddenly she remembered. The many times she tagged along when Kresten went out to run with the local colts. She remembered Aeron almost always being there. Brave and loud, always up for pranks or daring tests. Meuric, a little too old to play along, but often came by to to drag his younger brother back home, or be the voice of reason of the ragtag band of youths. Nimerah now recalled Gwen. A shy filly, who didn't speak much, but could freak out when her brother would get hurt or in trouble. Even though Gwen was one of the very few filly's at the time to dally with, Nim didn't bother to do so. The colt's were always more exciting and fun to play with anyway. The buckskin mare felt a little pang of guilt. "Dear Kaia! I'm so sorry! I hadn't recognized you at all!" She exclaimed, her face turning from guilt to shame. She exhaled a sheepish laugh, slowly turning back to her work. "I remember you coming along some time, when our brothers were hanging out." She quickly said, letting the older mare know she hadn't truly forgotten. In truth Nim barely remembered her name to be Gwen. Oops...Suddenly the mare felt bubbly excitement fill her stomach, remembering the past. "Oh my gosh, do you remember the time when we all ice sliding on the ditches? Held a race and everything?" Nim asked eagerly, hoping Gwen recalled. Was she even there at the time?
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Post by Waterdrup on Aug 28, 2018 14:44:44 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen watched Nimerah’s response as she mentioned her brothers. The white mare couldn’t blame the unicorn for not remembering her. Gwen had always stayed in the background. Even before she lost her hearing she’d been shy and insecure about a number of things, like her coat, or the way she couldn’t seem to please her mother. The foals around her had no patience with her quiet demeanour and turned to teasing quickly. Gwen didn’t know how to deal with that either, so she just avoided the social interactions altogether. Which resulted in a lack of friends.
Gwen stepped back slightly when Nimerah started to apologize, feeling a pang of panic as she watched the young medics face. But then the unicorn was already smiling again, returning to her work and allowing Gwen to calm down. She didn’t mean to make Nimerah feel bad.
Her head snapped up. Nimerah was speaking, Gwen knew she was. But the medic had turned her back to the white mare and it was impossible for Gwen to make out any of the words.
”Ask her what she said.” The voice in her head suggested, but something held Gwen back, a familiar hurdle that she didn’t dare to jump. Nimerah moved, glancing over her shoulder as excitement crossed her face.
Ice sliding… a race.
Gwen caught the words and clung to them, her mind going back, searching her memories for something to link these words to. She gasped slightly as the memory came rushing up to meet her.
They had been foals still, but stronger and bolder. The Winter had been horribly cold and Gwen remembered there had been hardly any snow, just ice. She’d stayed inside most of her days, safe and warm. Aeron came back with poetic stories of branches covered in ice, a frozen landscape glistening in the sun. He managed to drag his siblings from their comfortable home.
Gwen had been huddled in her pelt, nearly vanishing from view as she stood on the side line. She watched her brothers and other young horses glide around on the ice. Even Meuric, bored from sitting inside all day, was cheering and playing. The foals where testing the ice, daring each other to jump and stomp on the frozen surface. They had held mock races that turned more serious with each round.
Gwen never set one hoof on the ice herself, but she stayed. Carefully watching her brothers as they played, terrified they would fall through the ice and drown. She couldn’t be certain that Nimerah had been there, but it was very likely.
Should she just have joined in on the fun? Would she have been able to connect to Nimerah? Could she have gained a friend that day?
“I remember.” Gwen said eventually, softly. She cleared her throat as she returned from her memories to the warm house, the stink of the flowers and the pain in her shoulder. “Yes, I remember the races on the ice but I… was too afraid to join.” The white mare admitted, her eyes darting from Nimerah to anything else in the room because she was ashamed and angry at herself. It shouldn’t matter this much. Gwen glanced at the door longingly, wishing she could just run out.
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WC 542
Post #11
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Post by catorb on Aug 31, 2018 5:22:10 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
"It was pretty tricky," Nimerah agreed. She'd understand if the shy filly at the time didn't feel like risking running on ice. "I remember one of the boys slipping and hurting his leg pretty bad. That was one of the first splits I ever set." She added, grinning. Nim had tried her best back then, following in her mother's footsteps. She quickly rummage for a spoon in one the kitchen drawers, then, and turn to Gwen. "Alright, time to apply. I'll try to work as quick as possible, since it's still warm now." Nimerah said, bending over the splintered shoulder, paste at ready. With swift experience, she applied the warm, green balm on the area. "Let me know if it hurts too much." She said curtly while dropping the bole on the kitchen counter. Almost without warning the young medic grabbed her tweezers and carefully pulled on the piece of wood. She liked to work quick on painful jobs. She often took her patients by surprise to avoid dragging out anticipation and making them fear the unknown. The paste had done it's job, as the skin went wet and soft. Nim could feel the splinter giving in. "Just a little more." She told Gwen in a motherly tone. She carefully added more strength, and in a sudden long drag the splinter came out. "Ah! There's the little bugger!" She cheered, "Sorry if it hurt. You did great though." Nim praised Gwen with a smile. With her teke, she softly rubbed the salve around and in the wound some more, effectively stopping the meek bleeding. The young mare then turned and held the fragment before her patients eyes. "Wish to say any last words before you part forever?" She asked grinning, dramatic grief heavy in her voice.
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Post by Waterdrup on Sept 19, 2018 2:54:47 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen felt her own gloom slip away as Nimerah told about her first splint with a grin that lit up her eyes. She suddenly realized that Nimerah was probably as passionate about her work as a medic as Gwen was about her work as a farmer. This made her smile herself.
Which didn’t last long because Nimerah started to apply the stinking and warm paste to her throbbing shoulder. Gwen flinched, feeling her stomach clench in anticipation. Even though Nimerah was considerate enough to stop, Gwen decided she would keep her mouth shut even if it hurt. She trusted the medic’s able teke and she just wanted to get this over with. And then it was done, just like that.
Nimerah cheered and Gwen felt relief wash over her, it hadn’t been so bad after all, but she was glad it was done. The cheerful unicorn proudly showed the bloody piece of wood and Gwen quickly averted her eyes, though a smile played on her lips. It reminded her of how she would proudly show her dad the weeds she had pulled from between the carrots.
She glanced up at the medic, who seemed worried, was it because she had looked away so fast? Gwen collected her voice. “Thank you very much.” The white mare said with as strong a voice as she dared. “I think… you’re a good medic.” She added carefully. Gwen smiled in an effort to mimic the lively unicorn mare. In this short amount of time she had come to like Nimerah and she started to wonder if they could meet again after they said goodbye tonight...
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WC 262
Post #12
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Post by catorb on Sept 21, 2018 3:18:44 GMT -6
Nimerah WF | Medic
"Aww, thank you, Gwen!" Nimerah cooed at the older mare's compliment. "I'm trying to become the best, but I still have a lot to learn." She admitted, while trashing the splinter in the bin. She grabbed some of the warm water left and started to clean out the wound a little more before she could add the rest healing salve. "My mother was a medic." She started softly, "She taught me everything I know," Nimerah spoke warmly of her mother, "An illness took her, though, and no one knew what it was. I want to find out, but to do that I'll have long ways to go." The brindle mare spoke the last words with determination. She will find out...
She smiled contently at her work. The wound now clean and cared for. Looking up to Gwen she grinned like a happy foal. "All done!" She cheered and made way for Gwen to stand. "Keep an eye on it. If it starts to warm up or swell, come see me right away. I'll be here for another week or so." She explained. With her glowing teke Nim stuck a lambs-ear leaf on the injury. "Or...Just come by tea sometime?" She added gingerly.
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Post by Waterdrup on Sept 26, 2018 2:25:44 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen felt a sudden and unfamiliar pang of jealousy when Nimerah spoke so fondly of her mother. She wondered what it was like to have such a connection with the mare that raised you. Gwen waited patiently as Nimerah finished up, cleaning the wound. The white mare glanced out the window, thinking of how Kresten and Bron had been send outside so she would be less nervous. “I really should try to… no I need to work on that.” Gwen thought. Last night she had been at a gathering with so many farmers, she could have talked to someone, anyone. But she kept chickening out, finding excuses.
Nimerah proclaimed she was done and moved aside. Gwen carefully rose to her hoofs, testing her wounded shoulder, raising her leg a couple of times. She nodded at everything the unicorn medic warned her about, but already felt so much better. And then her eyes picked up the question about tea.
The shy mare nearly tripped over herself to push out a response before she could overthink it. ”I would love to come by for tea!” She paused wondering if her voice had been too loud just now. Gwen felt her face warm up, but pushed on. ”Please, I would like to invite you to my home for tea instead. I’m sure my father would like the chance to thank you as well, and you can see my brothers too.” She explained. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she spoke. Nimerah wanted to have tea with her, maybe they could be friends after all.
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WC 263
Post #13
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