forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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"Azriel, can you use your wind, to, like, push her back or something?" Iris threw the drawl over her shoulder. She needed food. And sleep. The thought motivated her from rooting the human to the ground with ice.

Clare had just about had it, She sprinted forward caught up the the girl and slid the bag over her head, "Sorry about that but really you need to calm down." The place she had sent her to was empty except for the stack of crackers,pillow,blanket and water she had placed into it previously. Clare snapped the bag shut keeping the girl from escaping and tied it back around her waist.

Arabella began to scream. They didn’t know what they were doing. She had to help them. She lurched forward, towards an empty corner. This will knock some sense into me. This will be my punishment. Bella reached a shaky hand for her dagger, unsheathing the blade, she held it up over her upturned wrist, lowering the dagger and slicing the blade across slowly in a smooth line. Blood beg a to spill from the wound as she repeated the action 4 more times. She dropped the blade and curled up into a ball to sleep away the days torments.

Azriel gasped, frozen. What had just happened? Well, you were useless again, as per usual, a small voice in her head told her. She didn't disagree.

A large guffaw was the only indication of the elf's shock. Addressing Clare's tactics, her voice slithered and hissed, "You cannot throw someone into another dimension. Get the girl out of the bag. I don't know what you're thinking, who you think you are." Iris's voice rose incrementally with every word. "But get her out."

Azriel shook her head, unable to move. "She - she'll try to leave or - or throw herself off the cliff, or something, and - I - we won't be able to stop her, and - that's not really - we can't - " she gave up on speech and tugged at her hair, distraught.

Arabella’s vision dimmed as she heard voices outside the bag. What were they talking about? Her maybe? It didn’t matter.

Clare glared at Iris, "Did you have any better Idea's? Listen Iris, look where we are, Look. What would have happened if I had let her run off, you and I both know she wasn't going to listen to reason, what other choice was there, I intend to let her out the moment we're in a place where she can't run off and freeze to death, She's a danger to her self at this point Iris. Is leaving her by herself in there a good Idea, Absolutely not. You think I don't know that what I just did was awful?! I know it, but did you see any other solution in that moment? Did you!" Clare fumed, "It was put her in there or watch her run off and freeze! Now if you'll excuse me I need to ask this kind sir if there is a place we can stay so I can let the poor thing out of the bag as soon as possible!"

Her hands silently went to Azriel's wings, rubbing back and forth in a soothing manner. A hint of urgency now edged Iris's voice as she tried to calm down her angel. "Breathe, I'm sure she's fine. She's okay, okay? Inhale, exhale, that's it." She then turned her silver eyes upon Clare. Barely restrained fury laced her voice as she demanded, "Can you open the bag? Just, check on her?"

Clare Nodded, "I can check on her, If you would Like I'll even go in there with her, but only if Azriel agree's to hold the bag, I trust her more then you frankly." Clare pulled off the Bag as she spoke sliding her thumb through the many pockets to find the right one.

Azriel's eyes flashed through an array of colors before deciding on black. She breathed in quick, short bursts, nodding to what Iris was saying, though she couldn't hear all of it. Her ears seemed to be filled with water. "Am I dying?" She muttered, half-joking.

"No, thank gods no." She began tracing circles with her hands, adding slight pressure here and there. "Look, Clare's opening the bag, everything will be okay," Iris murmured tenderly in Brachish.

Azriel groaned but nodded. "It's fine. I'm - is she fine? I don't know if - " she took a deep breath. Her eyes started flashing back and forth again, and it was really hurting her head. "Just… go green, dammit," she told them, and felt instant relief when they stopped flashing.

The Yrnan's fingers stilled, before abruptly resuming. "Go green?" Iris softly chuckled, pressing harder, doing everything in her power to make her angel relax.

Azriel relaxed slightly to Iris's touch, then removed her hands from her face and pointed to her eyes, which flashed again, making her growl in frustration. "My eyes are being difficult."

"Your eyes aren't the only thing," Iris grumbled in Medein, glancing at Clare.
Switching to Brachish, she leaned a little closer. "Is- is that often? They just do that when you're overwhelmed?" Her fingertips ghosted over Azriel's feathers, fidgeting here and there.

Azriel shivered slightly, probably because of the cold. She shrugged lightly. "I suppose? They can change when I want them to, or if I have a strong emotion, or especially if I'm overwhelmed, but they don't usually change if I try to stop them, and… this is immensely frustrating."

Iris didn't dare to voice the thought that surfaced to the top of her mind. Were your eyes changing colors when we kissed? Or were they closed, like mine? Her black hair whipped through the air as she shook her curiosity away. "Does it impact how you see?"

Azriel shrugged. "Not that I know of. It just hurts my head when they change a lot, like - ow, sorry," she shook her head, muttering Fletan curses under her breath at her eyes and forcing them to stay gold, which was the color they had landed on.