“thank the stars! It’s warm! Give me a few days to thaw and it will be just great!” Bella jumped off the way-beast and jogged towards a fire, warming her shivering body. She scanned her surroundings, they seemed a little, iffy, but she could work with iffy.
Iris's smirk was a slash of white at the human's sarcasm. Quivering, she voiced, "Your village seems… ill-suited for the environment." The elf's wary eyes traced the contours of 'buildings'. Despite the Yrnan's shaking form, her gaze was steady and intertwined with authority as she met Scur's. "And very welcoming to newcomers." A glare was thrown at the female centaur.
“Agreed. Some food and nice shelter would be marvelous, thank you.” The human flashed a sweet smile at the centaur. “The nicest place you have. We will sleep there.” Arabella looked expectantly at the centaur, her Medien spoken in a serious tone.”
Clare almost dropped her composure to slap Arabella, Had she no manners, No shame? The Elf, Iris, was also being rude but that was to be expected it was Iris after all. She spoke quickly, "Pardon their rudeness Scur, I'm afraid my comrades are weary and haven't their wits about them at the moment. Clare paused for a moment to glower at her companions before resuming, "Would you be able to spare a place for us to rest, and if it wouldn't bother you we could use some food after the run. As you know no one here could keep up with a centaur such as yourself and be unaffected by hunger and weariness." Clare may not have interacted with people her own age but she was accustomed to speaking to the adults and others among the upper class of Craisio. She knew better then to demand anything from one who had just saved them from the unforgiving night.
Arabella sighed and took out a note, a tear slipped out of her eye as she held it above the fire. “Your right father,” the human mumbled, “I will be just like you. This contract means nothing any more.” She let the not flutter into the flames as spoke clearly, “You should let me leave tonight, I would only be an extra unwanted weight. You should enjoy your stay. I will be on my way.” As much as Arabella tried to be good, her demons slipped out more and more. She was like her father. Clare’s words made her realize how she had been acting. It was time to leave.
Clare reached out and grabbed the girls wrist, "Excuse us for a moment please." Clare roughly pulled the girl off to the side out of ear shot, "Listen here, I don't know what's going on with you but, Cut.It.Out. If you leave you'll offend the centaurs even more, and risk all of us. I need you to stay calm, I need you to stay silent and I need you to please, please, please, Listen to me, Understand." Clare was doing her best to stay calm with the girl, there was no doubt in her mind that there was something troubling the girl but for the moment Clare couldn't ask about it and she couldn't help, "Arabella please just stay here tonight, Then enplane to me why you want to leave, if you think you're hurting anyone you can stay in my bag but I refuse to let you freeze to death out there or be eaten by something."
Another tear slipped through Bella’s barriers. crap “I’m becoming my flatter, just, just let me leave. It would be better for everybody. The lake. The tree. Everything will just make me spiral.” Arabella then muttered a string of curses she would’ve been whipped black and blue for.
"Well, now we're just all over the place," the elf sighed, exasperated. Her breaths came harshly and quickly. Iris met Scur's eyes head on, the pounding in her ears having now receded into a quiet echo, as she spelled out, "Shelter and food. That's all we need. Please."
Unable to handle the girls complaints, Clare untied the bag from around her waist, she listened to the girl while pulling a blanket from one pocket and putting it in another along with a few other things like a stack of crackers,water, and a pillow. "Alright get in the bag."
“Just let me leave!” Arabella’s tears fell faster now. She began to back up, turning, and running away into the snow. She didn’t deserve these people. No. She had to leave.
"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.
(Wait wait wait. Did your character just attempt suicide or was she cutting??)
(Mostly cutting. For pain purposes. That’s what my friend said she did)
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?"
(Yeet! There’s gonna be blood! Surprise! Is it bad I’m dying laughing right now!)
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.