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!uGYNBMPzOs 02/27/11(Sun)23:21 No.14071128>>14070743 >you were ordered to keep advancing the tech, the 2nd didnt want to chance the old guard commanders being stubborn assholes in the middle of the war. You have been ordered to test-bed this technology and have it ready to be spread legion-wide after the war
You squeeze Laeliths hand as you help her onto the bed "Dont worry love, I will be with you the whole time. And this is a healer of the highest caliber, it took me a long while to find her."
The lacertan healer begins swinging more censors, and lighting incenses as well. The colors begin to shift, and you feel a sudden need to sit down, instead of standing at Laeliths side. She begins spreading a series of pastes and balms into Laeliths face "Why cant I move?" the elf asks, fear deeply seated in her voice now.
The healer sighs "Rest easy child, this will not be pleasant." Laelith opens her mouth to protest but the old healer cuts her off "You may outlive me, but I was still at this craft long before you were born."
At that, Laeliths hand goes limp in your grasp, her slowly rising and falling chest, and rapidly shifting and dilating eyes the only reassurance you have of her health. the latter is denied as the old crone pushes the elfs eyes shut, rubbing her balms into the lids. The preparation continues for what seems like hours, until finally, humming a strange tune, she rests her wizened hands on the elfs face. "It burns." you can barely hear Laelith whisper, pain joining her meek voice as strongly as the fear. You squeeze her hand tighter, for lack of a better action to take. >cont'd |