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Gharen · **01-07-2015, 02:35 PM**

He nods quietly at her mention of retaliation, "I fully expect reprisal o' some sort which is why I'm want'n te minimize the number o' those involved. I'd make it look like a bandit attack, but I'd also nae want te go stoopin' down te' their level an' go killin' th' guards."

He gives Eva a look for a moment as he sizes up the woman's frame. "There are some other kinds o' armor tha' may suit yet better, scale is a step down in protection, but increases mobility. Alternatively, there are some types o' plate tha' use lighter metals, or thinner plates in general te reduce weight, tis somethin' te consider. Jus' remember, gainin' in one area o' protection, almost always sacrifices in another."

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-07-2015, 03:55 PM**

Evangeline tugs at her mail shirt, "I'll see what else I can find. As for the Guards, I agree. They are more likely than not simply earning a wage. Killing men because they chose the wrong caravan to guard... the idea sits uneasy with me."

"If I am to be involved though..." Evangeline grins, "We shouldn't let this meeting go to waste." She begins going through some quick stretches, "I've been training with others since we've spoken."

"Perhaps we can move onto something more advanced? Or you can teach me that conjuration you always speak of."

Gharen · **01-08-2015, 07:33 AM**

He nods, "We shall start simple then." He begins to remove his right gauntlet setting it down on the ground various old scars and burns now readily visible, Reaching to his belt with his left he removes a short dagger, and runs it quickly across the back of his arm, the bright crimson begins to flow freely down his arm as he sits upon the ground.

"Have a seat, tis nae deep nor life threatening. Ye said before ye lacked focus, let us see how ye do then."

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-08-2015, 02:57 PM**

She frowns as he reveals his scars, and then grimaces as he opens his skin. What must a man go through, to take a knife, and harm himself so readily. There was no more reaction or ceremony to the slash, then there was to the removal of his gauntlet.

Evangeline moves to join him, sitting cross legged and removing her own leather gloves, "We could have gone over the theory first or something. I've done some basic conjury before, making the wind blow a little harder, rolling a pebble across a table. Never been good at wounds, what if I hurt you? If it is done improperly, it could grow worse, or tumorous, or infected..." Her words come quickly and nervously, as watching the blood drip off his arm and onto the sands, "I know not if I am up to this."

Gharen · **01-09-2015, 06:34 AM**

He watches her nervous rambling for a moment, and attempts cut her off and get her attention focused.

"...making the wind blow a little harder..."

"Miss Primrose."

"...what if I hurt you?"

"Miss Primrose?"

"...tumorous, or infected..."

"Miss Primrose!"

"...if I am up to this."

He lets out an exasperated sigh and then draws in a quick breath and lets out a curt ear splitting whistle that rings out through the camp and echoes off the heavy stone wall of Ul'dah behind them drawing looks from the refugees around them. "Miss Primrose!"

He then waits to see if he has her full and undivided attention.

Once he does, he motions to his arm, "Inaction could lose someone their arm, or their life Miss Primrose, I find practical experience te be th' best teacher. I'd expected ye'd have figured tha' out by now. If'n ye like I'll teach ye a technique tha' will help ye."

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-09-2015, 02:24 PM**

Evangeline winces and covers her ears, as half the refugee camp turns to see what the commotion was about. Upon finding it was neither food, or a fight, they quickly return to their every day drudgery.

Slowly she uncovers her ears. Thankfully, in this case, she's never had the keener sense some of her kind were prized for. "I..." She clears her throat, "Sorry."

"I'll do my best." Taking a deep breath she closes her eyes, and focuses on the aether. She could feel it, barely, and takes stock of what she has to work with. Earth and Fire were strongest here. Earth pulsed upwards, the dusty sands of Thanalan lacking the living topsoil of other areas and did not impede it. Fire too, beamed down from the sun, a steady stream of aether suffusing the land with warmth and energy.

Wind, too was present, and with it, lightning. The dry air swept across the camp, pushed by the currents of wind aether, eddies of lightning aether appearing as small pockets. Evangeline smiles softly to herself, finding a sizable reserve of lightning in her own messy hair.

Water was harder, but as the breeze shifted, she could feel it. The interaction of fire and water always threw water aether into the air, such as when the sun baked the small river and oasis nearby.

Ice was... no where to be found, and not surprisingly. This worried her slightly, in Ishgard she had used it primarily for wounds, slowing the blood, and stabilizing the wound long enough to heal.

She finally exhales, feeling the aether of her breath. "The Aether here is unfamiliar to me. You'll have to guide me."

Evangeline calls upon earth, "First let's stop the bleeding..." concentrating, she pushes it into the wound, the gentle force of earth pressing the two sides together, almost like a chasm closing. Pausing, she opens a single eye, nervously, "Does that hurt...?"

Gharen · **01-09-2015, 11:32 PM**

Gharen quietly watches as she works, he'd figured some time ago that she was one to look at the little things and focus on those. Conjury had not come easy to him initially either, in Little Ala Mhigo under the "care" of his guardian he learned quickly how to tend and care to his wounds traditionally out of necessity. After leaving though he had to learn how not only care for his wounds, but how to foster the ability to heal them quickly lest he not be able to hunt, or travel effectively.

"It dinnae hurt, but close yer eyes, an picture in yer mind tha' you're sittin' in a cool an' gently flowin' river o' light, it's currents flow around ye an' react te yer movements much as a livin' thing might. Tis yer ally, an let tha' light flow through ye as make yer intention known tha' ye wish te borrow o' tha' light don' force it, an focus tha' borrowed light by picturin' what ye wish te accomplish."

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-10-2015, 10:32 PM**

"A river...?" Her eyes are still closed, and she tries to see what he says. She could feel the various types of aether, all swirling around them. Fire there, maybe she could use it to kill bacteria,water could increase blood flow. Lightning may increase cell healing but...

Evangeline shakes her head, trying for once, not to think too hard about the situation. Instead she just looks, trying to see the aggregate, instead of the individual. The aether began combining, and merging in her sight, and instead became something larger. A cloud. A lake...

But no, it moved. She could not tell why or how, but she felt it. The aether swirling and heading on it's endless path, rejuvenating the world, and giving life to all things.

Slowly, tentatively she touched it. Evangeline could not tell exactly what elements she touched, or how she called them, but she did. She held her breath, not wanting to ruin this moment, as she pulled at it, diverting just a bit, just a tributary of that endless stream to flow through Gharen's arm. She could feel it, casting it's light upon the wound, as it slowly, warmly began to heal the ravaged flesh, pressing the edges...

Edges...

She could feel, as if it was happening to a stranger, her body began to sway and fall, shutting down due to lack of air. However it did not matter, all that mattered was the light... and the river.

If she could just...

Just a moment more...

Evangeline's sight, aetherial as well as physical, went black.

Gharen · **01-12-2015, 05:12 AM**

Gharen watched as Eva concentrated, she did so almost too much, that is until she relaxed. The weak glow from her hand over his arm all at once gained strength as she did, and the minor wound began to heal quickly. He could swear but for a moment, that he saw the corners of her mouth curl upward slightly into a smile, then she suddenly began to waver. When her form suddenly went limp and fell off to the side, he grabbed at her arm keeping her from hitting the ground.

He laid her gently down on the ground upon her back, he began to check to ensure that she was alright he'd heard of healers wearing themselves out extensive healing, and had even seen it a few times, but it had always been in the most grievous of cases.

He checked her pulse, and glanced to her chest, looking away and nearly turning red once he verified she was breathing, once he was satisfied that she was alright, he sat back down, glancing about for something comfortable to rest her head upon. He leaned over to his rucksack that laid nearby, and pulled out a bed roll, he adjusted it and laid her head upon it to make her as comfortable as he could.

He sad back down and inspected the wound upon the back of his arm. It was now little more than a scratch, he rubbed off the dried blood and reached for his gauntlet and began to put it back on.

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-12-2015, 05:29 AM**

Weightless... the river... we are all...

Evangeline floats upon an endless river, a sea of stars that is her bed. She waves her arms, each movement sending a small ripple, each ripple a tiny symphony.

It was all so clear to her now, the music of the universe, she only had to reach out and...

Evangeline's eyes flutter open. She yawns once, then twice, lips smacking contently. Extending her limbs languidly she stretches, then looks up to see an unexpected sight, the sky, blue as a sapphire. She presses her self upwards, looking around in some confusion, before she sees the concerned face of Gharen.

"Master Wolfsong... what.... where am I?"

She shakes her head, "What happened?"

Gharen · **01-12-2015, 07:18 AM**

Gharen sits cross legged with his elbow resting upon his thigh and his chin in the palm of his hand there's a look of concern on his face, though the concern seems to be fading now that she's woken.

"Did ye have a nice nap Miss Primrose? Ye passed out." as silly as the sight was he didn't laugh, she didn't need to be embarrassed about this.

"Yer in th' refugee camp, an we were workin' on yer healin', I'm guessin' at some point ye fergot tha' breathin' tis important, cause ye've only been out o' it nae more'n a few moments. How do ye feel?"

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-12-2015, 07:11 PM**

Evangeline blushes slightly, and moves to shakily get to her feet, "I er... got a little carried away." Taking a deep breath she offers a wry smile, "I tend to do that, don't I?"

"I feel fine, just a little dizzy still." She steps forward, "How is your arm? Hopefully it will not leave a scar. Twelve above...." She sighs, "I'm not a very good pupil, am I?"

Gharen · **01-13-2015, 08:46 AM**

He gives her a concerned look, "Ye did quite well lass, little more'n a scratch left tha' won' even leave a scar. Tha's more'n most can claim, especially given yer claim o' light breezes an' rollin' pebbles. Ye make it soun' like ye failed somehow."

McBeefâ„¢ · **01-13-2015, 06:07 PM**

She laughs, "Shall I go over our last few sessions? The first ended with the wounding of your knee. Soon after during another we were almost killed during another, and now I almost suffocated in an open field."

Evangeline gives him a saucy wink, "Though the time we were almost killed wasn't so bad, now I can say I have spent a night with the great Master Wolfsong."

She grins, "I hesitate to guess what might happen next."

"I did fail though, in a way." She closes her eyes for a moment, "I can't bring back that feeling, something about the stress gave me clarity. I fear It will be long practice before I can do such things at will."

"Shall we leave one another for the day then?" She leans down and offers a hand to the highlander, "Or do you wish to risk yet another disaster."

Gharen · **01-15-2015, 10:19 PM**

Gharen takes her hand and stands up, "I would say tha' yer a fine student, ye simply approach problems differently than most, if'n anything ye've taught me a thing or two about how I approach teachin' someone tha' views th' world th' way ye do."

He bends over and pats off the dust and dirt upon his armor, "I still say tha' don' quite count really unless somethin' happened I was nae conscious fer. An don' worry about th' healin' anythin' worth doin' is nae goin' te be easy, an' I imagine given enough time an' practice you'll be quite adept at it."

He lets a breath out as he gives her a look. "I hope ye've been makin' nice with Miss Crofte now. Because she's th' next challenge we face in yer becomin' a paladin."

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