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| Bitterness [FIN]; [P] Rinky 2: The Reckoning | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Oct 1, 2011 6:29 pm (1,106 Views) | |
| Rin | Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:52 pm Post #76 |
 
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Rin pursed her lips at Nkiruka's stubbornness, but she knew better than to insist. The soldier would be healed when she wanted to and not a moment before. Instead of worrying about it, the girl focused on her own injuries as they mounted their horses and started the gray trek back through the Hills. She removed her canteen from her satchel and took a huge gulp, spitting out the red-tinged water on the side of the road. She repeated this several times before sticking a finger in her mouth and gingerly touching her teeth to see if any had been knocked loose. Rin focused on the few that had, returning them to their normal state quickly. With the ache in her jaw deadened she focused on the gash across her hand. Although she had originally planned to let it heal on its own, the amount of blood seeping up from underneath her makeshift bandage suggested that would be a poor idea. The construct unwrapped the fabric, frowning at the injury and concentrated on its presence. The flow of blood turned sluggish before halting entirely, new skin growing across the gap and melting together into a thick, white scar. The girl winced as she wriggled her fingers, knowing that the pain of the injury would take much longer to fade than its raw appearance. The journey to the airship seemed to pass much quicker now that they were departing Lugram instead of heading towards it. In no time at all they were back on the flying vessel as it disembarked, floating into the air and turning its prow to face south. When Nkiruka finally asked to be healed Rin smiled gently and shook her head in gentle admonition, although she remained quiet. The girl reached up and gently placed a finger on either side of the woman's swollen nose, closing her eyes and focusing on the Istani's presence. She could sense the injury, like a wrinkle, and gently smoothed it out. She knew that healing a wound in such a manner was just as excruciating as receiving it, but it was the best she could do for now. The bones re-aligned themselves and melded together as if they had never been broken, the torn cartilage following suit close afterwards. By the time she lowered her hand the swelling had already started to go down. "Here, use this." Rin pulled another scrap of fabric out from her satchel and doused it in water, handing it to the soldier so she could clean the blood off her face. The construct looked out over the side of the ship as it continued, a tentative smile growing on her face. She began to speak softly, never looking directly at Nkiruka, her words warm with kindness and gratitude. "Nkiruka... Thank you so much. I've... I have trouble interacting with your world. I was not made for such things. In fact, the Grimoire probably wishes I would cut off all ties to normal mortals." The sullen silence she sensed from the enchanted tome was all the confirmation she needed. There was a flash of pain at the realization, a sudden bitterness that she tried to hide by walking to the railing and staring at the landscape unfold underneath them. "So... Thank you. For everything. For teaching me, for trusting me, for helping me. I am trying to fulfill my task without becoming... a monster." |
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