((I was trying to get into the mindset of a sick lalafell, and this bit of angst got typed up. Honestly, I'm not quite sure where I'm taking this yet - this whole thing started out as a quick little throw-away thing, but is developing into some kind of RP story arc. We'll see where it goes - just please, anyone who knows Tala IC'ly, this tidbit is not public knowledge, and she hasn't told many about how sick she is.))
EDIT: Changing to Semi-Closed RP / Story type posting. If anyone is interested in getting involved with this little storyline (either in-game or on the boards here), please let me know. I will be occasionally adding bits and pieces (from either Tala or possibly other alt views) here. ^_^;
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In the secluded room, there was a sudden flare of fire. A startled squeak of fright. The sudden splashing sounds of water. Then the distinct thump of a small body falling to the wooden floor, and a soft, defeated sigh.
Alone in the room, a small figure sat on the floor against the bed. She cradled one hand against the her chest, struggling to hold back useless tears. Not at the pain of the burn itself, but at sheer frustration. And a little fear. She was so, so tired of being sick. And afraid of what the sickness might be doing to her.
An aetheric imbalance, is what Jujunia had called it. Something was interfering with her aetheric flows, wreaking havoc with her abilities, and her control. A “clog of aether†of some sort. Although the tincture her mother continued to send was helping, she didn’t seem to be getting any better. She still had the fevers, especially at night. And the headaches. The occasional queasiness, although that was a little better with the teas they’d been brewing for her of late.
But the aetheric imbalance persisted, they’d said. And today, just now, she’d seen for herself how much her control had lapsed.
Fire.
She’d only attempted to summon a little bit - a tiny lick of flame, just enough to light a small candle. Instead… instead she’d gotten a large ball of angry fire, that and threatened to expand and engulf not only the candle, but the nightstand it rested on as well.
Luckily, water still seemed to answer her call, and the fire was out before it had really even started. Although the candle AND the candle holder had melted beyond recognition, and there was a lot of water she needed to mop up.
And the burns on her hand stung. She wasn’t even sure she should attempt healing it, at this point. She didn’t know what she’d do if the healing didn’t come. Healing was her gift, her special thing. What would she do if she lost it - forever?
Unbidden, unnoticed, the tears fell down her cheeks. In the solitary room, she succumbed at last to the fear, and sobbed, alone, clutching her throbbing hand in the dimming light.
EDIT: Changing to Semi-Closed RP / Story type posting. If anyone is interested in getting involved with this little storyline (either in-game or on the boards here), please let me know. I will be occasionally adding bits and pieces (from either Tala or possibly other alt views) here. ^_^;
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In the secluded room, there was a sudden flare of fire. A startled squeak of fright. The sudden splashing sounds of water. Then the distinct thump of a small body falling to the wooden floor, and a soft, defeated sigh.
Alone in the room, a small figure sat on the floor against the bed. She cradled one hand against the her chest, struggling to hold back useless tears. Not at the pain of the burn itself, but at sheer frustration. And a little fear. She was so, so tired of being sick. And afraid of what the sickness might be doing to her.
An aetheric imbalance, is what Jujunia had called it. Something was interfering with her aetheric flows, wreaking havoc with her abilities, and her control. A “clog of aether†of some sort. Although the tincture her mother continued to send was helping, she didn’t seem to be getting any better. She still had the fevers, especially at night. And the headaches. The occasional queasiness, although that was a little better with the teas they’d been brewing for her of late.
But the aetheric imbalance persisted, they’d said. And today, just now, she’d seen for herself how much her control had lapsed.
Fire.
She’d only attempted to summon a little bit - a tiny lick of flame, just enough to light a small candle. Instead… instead she’d gotten a large ball of angry fire, that and threatened to expand and engulf not only the candle, but the nightstand it rested on as well.
Luckily, water still seemed to answer her call, and the fire was out before it had really even started. Although the candle AND the candle holder had melted beyond recognition, and there was a lot of water she needed to mop up.
And the burns on her hand stung. She wasn’t even sure she should attempt healing it, at this point. She didn’t know what she’d do if the healing didn’t come. Healing was her gift, her special thing. What would she do if she lost it - forever?
Unbidden, unnoticed, the tears fell down her cheeks. In the solitary room, she succumbed at last to the fear, and sobbed, alone, clutching her throbbing hand in the dimming light.
