forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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(Not true, both of you.)
She felt helpless. Utterly helpless. So Iris stayed in place, rubbing circles.

(No heck you)
Azriel sighed, shaking her head and massaging her temples. "Anyway. Um… what's your favorite color?" She asked, wincing at the terrible question. "I need a distraction," she explained.

Clare opened the bag and was met by the overwhelmingly strong stench of blood. Her eye's widened and her face grew pale, "Iris," She said in a hoarse whisper, "Make sure the bag stays propped open." The With out another word she jumped into the dark cursing herself for not thinking to disarm the girl. She landed on her feet and summoned one of her fire cats, the feline jumped onto her shoulder and stayed there illuminating the room. It was a large space, in the center the provisions she had left for the girl remained untouched, her eye's fallowed a trail of blood to the corner, what she saw nearly made her heart stop. She yanked the blanket off the ground and sprinted to the girl. She was lying in a pool of blood with several slits on her wrists, The dagger responsible lay near by, Clare picked it up and cut through the soft blanket forming bandages. "Bella, Bella come on, don't you dare die on me, come on say something." Clare lifted the girls arm and began wrapping it up."

Arabella groaned as someone lifted her. what was happening? What? Where was she?

Clare finished wrapping up one arm and went onto the next, if only her magic had been healing, then maybe she would be useful. She finished wrapping up the girls arm and gently picked her up, the girl was lighter then she expected. Unsure of what to do next and unwilling to come out of the bag and face Iris's wrath Clare chose to do the extremely uncomfortable thing of walking between Pockets in the bag. She walked to the other side of the room and felt for the small cloth door, she opened it and stepped through with Bella. She felt the familiar twist in her stomach, passing from dimension to dimension this way was not the most comfortable, "Bella, I'm going to keep talking to you, I just don't want you to die ok, and you need to wake up some time soon." The pocket they had stepped into happened to be Clare's wardrobe and not that she thought about it, Bella would definitely need a change of clothes. She checked the girls bandages, then, after covering a large arm chair with the remains of the large blanket so Bella's blood wound't stain it, set the girl down gently. She rinsed her hands and arms of the girls blood with the water she had left then went riffling through the racks of clothes in the large space. "Bella, you know You have a very bad taste of fashion for one that lived in my Kingdom, I would have to insist you change your clothes even if they didn't get ruined…" Clare continued to chatter, though her voice started out light and cheery it soon became chocked and it was clear the girl was crying. "Bella, Bella don't you dare die, Oh why haven't you woken up yet?" Clare sank to the floor sobbing.

“Clare..” a soft human voice mumbled through pale lips. Dull eyes fluttered and eventually open to examine the room. Where was she?

Clare stopped crying and wiped away her tears quickly, "Bella! You're alive, thank the stars, I'm sorry I left you in the bag by your self it was extremely stupid of me, things like that are why Mother says I'm not worthy to-" She cut herself off, "Well My mother is always saying it's a fault of mine, We're in a different pocket, you see I took you here because I thought you might need a change of clothes."

Bella propped herself up on an elbow. “Black and red. Ok. That works. Let’s do this.” She fully sat up and swayed with dizziness. n o p e she breathed in and out. “Because I worried you, I will wear anything you want me to wear, within reason of course.”

Clare raised an eyebrow, suppressing her mirth, "Anything eh? It's a good thing I'm a good person you know." Clare pulled a pair of black travel pants from one rack and hung them over her arm while she searched for a top, "You're lucky you scarred me or I would have you put in one of my ball gowns." Clare pulled out a wine red long sleeved top and held it up so she could see it next to Bella's hair, "Nope, it competes to much." She pulled out a Mahogany shirt of the exact same style, "That's better and look it has a hood too." she handed the shirt and pants to Bella, "DO you need help getting to the dressing room? It's right behind you, and you should be able to wash off there too, not exactly sure how the magic works but the person who made this room for me enchanted a tub to be filled with warm water that is always clean, feel free to rinse off." She paused, "Bella I need to Tell Iris that We're alright in here, can I leave you by yourself?"

“Yeah. But, take my dagger, just to be safe, you never know what might happen. I better get washed and changed, adios amigo.” Bella dropped her bloody dagger by Clare and went to get washed and changed. “Yell if you need me.” With that, the human walked into the dressing room.

Clare took the dagger and went back to the room where she had found Bella, she grimiced as the smell of blood came over her again. She quickly climbed out of the bag, "good news Iris, she's not dead and when I left her she seemed happy enough, but I'm unwilling to stay away for very long."

Scur stares at you with a deeply troubled expression. The other centaurs glance at each other and take a couple steps back.
“Ah, of course we help. Please not worry,” he says quickly. He looks between you all. “I smell blood. Where did other go?”
This appears to unsettle the centaurs and they mutter between themselves.

down below Bella rinsed off and changed within 2 minutes. Most people would say she should have rinsed off more throughly, but after 45 seconds of sitting in a bloody tub, she was ready to get out. Gracie wouldn’t blame her. (That was for you @Trix) She was wrung out her soaking hair again and looked around. After a moment she spotted a fabric door and walked right on through. oh stars. The blood scent is awful! she plugged her noise and popped her head out of the bag, immediately facing the rest of the core four. “Sup y’all.” Her wet hair began to freeze in the cold air as she completely left the bags warmth.

Clare began to fuss over Bella the moment she climbed out of the bag, "Bella, you silly girl, you untied your bandages didn't you! I guess it can't be helped." Clare picked her bag up and reached into one of the many pockets, she pulled out a few bandages this time and a warm black cloak, She wrapped the cloak around Bella's shoulders pulling the hood up over her head. "Arm!" she demanded.

Bella reluctantly gave Clare her arm and sighed as she fussed over it. This would be a looong night.

Clare bound her arm, "Well if you don't like me fussing over you then you shouldn't give me reason to fuss not should you, Now eat a cracker." Clare produced a cracker and handed it to Bella. "She pulled the sleeve down back over the bandages, "There now know one is the wiser and you shouldn't get any weird questions while we're traveling." Clare produced another cloak from her bag and wrapped it around her own shoulders except this one was a lovely shade of Blood Red. "I'm sorry my good Sir but as you can see the other girl is alright, she made some very unwise choices but she's not dead and is warm now I hope, and clean for the most part. I apologize for any disturbance we have caused." Clare said addressing Scur.

Scur doesn't reply for a moment, still looking quite startled but he recovers quickly and smiles.
"Follow." He nods to one of the centaurs who trots off somewhere. Scur leads you to a large tent big enough for the bodies of the centaurs to fit comfortably. For normal humanoids, it looks very spacious. "Mother not like strangers but father teach to be welcoming. Rest here," he tells you.
The centaur from earlier returns with their arms full of furs and dried meat. Scur takes them and hands them to you. He seems to hesitate for a moment.
"You will be watched. No walking. Only sleep and eat. Will return in next day." Scur smiles at you again before ushering you through the flap. You hear the thump of hooves as he leaves. The interior is warm and you can see the criss-cross of poles that support the tent. Dried grass is laid in neat piles on the ground clearly made for larger bodies but presumably the centaurs' version of a bed.

Clare set down the furs in the middle of the tent then handed the Meat out to every one giving Bella a bit of her own portion, "You young lady need to get your Iron levels back up, I don't want to see any of that left over." She told Bella, She didn't bother cleaning the blood from her bag, She knew that the magic of the bag would do that for her. Clare Settled down on one of the piles of grass, it was shockingly comfortable, And bit into a piece of dried meat. The way-beast collapsed onto the grass next to her eating it. "Oh you big oaf, I was planing on sleeping on this you can't just eat it." Clare said affectionately. She snuggled into the animals side not looking the least bit angry.

Meed-E-us

Bella plopped down next to Clare and began to eat the food. She might as well do what Clare wanted. “Will do Doctor Clare.” When she finished eating, she laid backwards, her eyes felt heavy. It had been a long day.

(mid-EE-us)
“My favorite color? Blue.” Iris laughed softly, responding in a Brachish whisper, “Yours?”
After gulping down the meat, the Yrnan turned one of her infamous glares onto Clare. “So. Not dead, huh? Bandages, too,” the elf deadpanned. In false, high Medein, Iris proclaimed, “This is why we don’t throw others into pocket dimensions.”