forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Iris smirked. "It looks like at least seventeen people had a dance party on it," she muttered in Eltin, her first language.
She turned her cool gaze upon the fire elf, switching to Medein, "Not a clue. Pretty sure we'll figure out soon enough, though."

(… she's human)

Arabella sighed under breath I’m Craision, “I was just trying to lighten the mood but ok.” And then spoke in Medien a little louder, “I can umm, control people, you know, if things get really bad. But guys, don’t feel sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good.” She smiled for a split second, but then rolled her eyes. what to do what to- she heard footsteps and voices far off in the distance, she attempted to decipher what they were saying, but she couldn’t understand.

Clare blinked, then a flame hovered over her palm once more she turned to the Girl who had spoken in her native language, she spoke in Craision " I see I'm not the only one from home."

Arabella’s head snapped up at hearing Craision. She gasped, “I’m not the only human? Thank the stars!” She let out a soft laugh of relief as a weight lifted off her chest that she hadn’t noticed before.

Iris looked down at the angel, sighing at the sight. The poor girl appeared broken in more ways than her wing. With a grimace, Iris stood up and leaned against the cold wall. "I'm Iris." She paused, hearing her Brachish tremble in the cold cell. "You?" A blunt, cold introduction. Not a trace of emotion in her tone. Wonderful.

Arabella looked over at the angel and the elf. What was the elf saying? She heard the name Iris, was that the elf?

Azriel jumped at the noise. "I? Oh, my name is Azriel," she said quickly, her Brachish sounding a bit thin. She brushed her hair out of her face nervously.

"Azriel…" she murmured, feeling the name. Noticing Arabella _{sorry I couldn't resist} staring, Iris waved a hand ironically. Turning her attention back to Azriel, she examined the injuries a little closer. "Do you remember what the person looked like? The one who broke your wing."

Azriel looked nervously at the girl who was too close for comfort. "No, I'm afraid I don't, sorry. It is of little importance, however, as the man is either dead or currently holding several people captive," Azriel said without a hint of self-pity. She knew there was a way to set a broken wing, she just didn't think she could reach back to do it without hurting her wing more.

"If it's the latter, we'll take care of that," Iris vows in Eltin, a dangerous gleam entering her eyes. Brushing it off, she asks, "Is there anyway to fix a broken wing?" Iris points to herself. "Not very adapt or experienced in these situations."

"I'm not very good with instructions, I apologize. There's kind of a twist that should pop it back into place, however, I am clearly incapable of doing this myself, and as previously mentioned, not very good at giving instructions," Azriel said, wishing that she knew how to describe how to fix a broken wing. She kept the pain out of her face, but her head was screaming at her.

"A… twist…" Iris looked helplessly back at the girl. She removed her cloak - an action that immediately made her appear much more natural - and positioned herself next to the wing. "Alright." Iris shrugged her shoulders. "This is your wing, so we're relying on your instructions here. It'll hurt, but the result is better than leaving it to rot."

Azriel winced at the closeness of the girl. "It - from what I can recall, you will have to push and twist the joint sharply to the left. I cannot be sure that this will work, however - " she shrugged with the shoulder that didn't share a joint with her broken wing, "there is little else that I can describe."

Iris bit her lip, hesitating, but this wing needed to be fixed if they wanted to do anything in the future. She touched the feathers, softly tracing around until she found the exact point where the bones were dislocated. "Look away," she instructed Azriel. "Um, do you have anything to bite on?"

"No, do not worry, though. I have a high pain tolerance. I can be quiet enough so that the guards, or whoever is out there," she gestured to the door of the cell, "will not hear. Are you certain you are confident in your ability to… not break my wing more? Because I enjoy flying, and would prefer to be able to do it again."

Arabella (I got it right! Yes!) watched in confusion as the Elfin girl scooted toward the angels Brocken wing? Was she trying to fix it? “umm, can one of you translate, if this conversation is important, I mean you don’t have to, if you want to- I’ll shut up now.” She spoke in Medien hoping that one of them would understand.

"I enjoy not making enemies of the people in the same cell as me," she retorted. "If you're sure… okay then. I'll go on three, so brace yourself. One, two… three." Iris pushed and twisted the bone the way the angel instructed, trying not to think about what she was doing. A satisfying pop occurred as the wing clicked back into place, unfurling in its magnificent transformation.
Directing her words at Arabella, Iris helpfully translated: "I think you saw what just happened."

Azriel dug her fingernails into her thigh, drawing blood. Only a small hiss escaped her lips. "T-hank you," she said lowly, trying not to yell.

She was already shivering, but Iris wordlessly handed the girl a block of ice for the wound. Iris could feel her internal temperature drop a couple degrees at such a small action and she shamefully slid closer to the human with fire.

Feeling her wing again, Azriel smiled as she realized the pain was gone. She still felt nervous about the contact that she had shared with another person. I should have just tried to do it myself, she thought shamefully, blushing crimson. "I - I appreciate that, thank you," she repeated, taking the ice to put on her shoulder blade. Her shirt had no back, so her entire back was cold when she put the ice on it, having to turn slightly to do so.