Setting
This is Sol Avenue, the eastern thoroughfare through Wing City.
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Ertre Squad [5] A team of four waterpician mariens picked by Katelyn Johnson to be her guards and friends
Nadja Carali [4] An enchantress with the ability to shapeshift and a specialty of seduction, bent on obtaining that which she has been seeking.
Bartleby Jeltz [1] "Statement: There is no good, no evil. There is only power. This comes with tools, and if you control those tools...well..."
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Nathaniel Israfel [1] ...
Johnny Salvaggi [1] "Where's my shit?"
Ken Konashi [0] Is a ghoul only kills for food and for protection
Tarja Siblanne [0]
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As Crestelle wakes up, she finds no sign of Reis in the bedroom. However she does hear some low humming from the kitchen area, and there is a couple of berries on a tray, obviously meant for Wanderer. The room is cleaner than it was last evening. She also realises that she has been put under some blankets, although there is no other sleeping space.
Crestelle opened her eyes, looking around and noticing the changes... Wandered was eating the berries already, the juice staining his tiny muzzle. She sat up, still sore but far better then she had been the night before.. "Hello?" she called, having a moment of forgetfulness.
Reis's head pokes around the door frame. "Good to see you awake!" He answers, walking in with a bowl for her, some kind of stew. "You slept quite peacefully all night, how are the injuries?" He asks as he sets himself down next to her. He looks quite tired.
Crestelle stretched, it hurt a little but she had to stretch. "They seem far better, your a miracle worker Reis." she smiled.
"Here, you should eat." He hands the bowl to her, smiling at Wanderer as he devours his breakfast. "And thank you, you should seriously find a better way through the woods."
Crestelle sighed, nodding her head. "Really.." her hands shook thinking of it, and she lifted to bowl to sip some. Her mind was elsewhere at that..
Reis watches, smiling for a few seconds before standing up again. "I should probably reapply the salve now, if you feel up to that." (Forgot to mention, the black feather has been taken out of her bag and tucked in behind her ear.)
Reis smiles encouragement before fetching the salve. Notably he has a new jar of it. Sitting down on the end of the bed, he starts to unwind the bandages, applying salve as he goes, just like last time. Although there is less space covered by the injuries now. "So tell me, what's your sister like?"
Crestelle smiled. "My sister is kind of like me. She fights well, she is strong... She is beautiful." she smiled, looking down. But beauty... is a curse to us."
"Really? Why is that?" Reis asks, as he continues to apply the salve. "Apart from attracting too many men I can't think of it being a curse."
Reis'tiray Morningbird smiles, "Then I won't press you. It isn't my place to judge on that, but I really can't imagine you not being beautiful." He replies, binding the bandages on her legs up again as he finishes with them.
Crestelle blushed, though looked to the side. "I... sometimes wish I were not so... Then... those men never would have-" she clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Shush, no need to speak any more." He calms her as he unwinds the bandages on her arm. "You still aren't fully healed." His hands move quickly as his mind tries to think of something to take her mind of her injuries and her past. "What did you think of my song last night?"
Crestelle managed a smile, shifting a little in place she winced, her leg closing a touch tighter. "It was wonderful Reis, put me right to sleep and I had such beautiful dreams.."
"Good to hear, puts my professional pride as a bard to rest." Reis replies, grinning. "That's how I live at the moment, singing for my supper." The grin widens as he references an old saying.
Crestelle smiled. "At my fathers Tavern we used to have bards in to play, and we gave them a free meal for their music attracted so many customers.." she got a faraway look in her eyes, of a better, happier time..
"That's what I do, unfortunantly I don't get a free meal at Gambits, but the money I get for playing usually pays for it." He finishes with her arms and begins to bind them back up, not relishing the next thing he had to do. He knew the neck injury caused a lot of pain. "Where was your fathers tavern?"
Crestelle sighed. "It does not matter... the village is no more. Mys sister and I are few of the survivors left of that place..."
Reis'tiray Morningbird grimaced as he finished with the arms. It was hard to find a topic that didn't cause her pain, she had had a really tough life. "Well ...." he replied, struggling to come up with some topic that wouldn't be so bad as he moved up to her neck, moving the scarf aside. "What do you remember of living there then?" He added, trying to get her mind onto the happier memories.
Crestelle felt bad that she was so negative.. But this topic made her smile. "My mother let me help in the kitchen at the Tavern, making food. She loved to bake, and she taught me many recipes. It has bee a while... but I think I can still make her special broth. And so much more... My father always said I would be a good cook for the Tavern when my sister and I would run it some day. So many traveller's came into the bar, many different languages but each brought something speacial that made a day complete... laughter. Happiness. And so many stories.."
Reis smiled, happy that she had found something to talk about. "Well, that makes you better than me, I'm about average in the kitchen." His hands removed the bandage tentatively beginning to salve the neck wound. "And I don't know very many language's although I love to learn them. They always make a song sound so different, you usually have to restructure it to make it sound right."