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."
(Sorry about being so inactive. I'm a bit busy. Just imagine the centaurs being extremely confused and slightly concerned)
(I'm terribly sorry to say this but, did Azriel react to Clare being alive or to what clare said because if I recall correctly Azriel can't understand her?)
(Heck frick ignore that)
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.
(Also, random question. How would you guys pronounce Medeis?)
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.
(Med-E-us)
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.
(Oh I pronounce it med-AY-us)
(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.”
Clare chose not to take offence and only rolled her eye's, "Iris, Once again I must ask, did you have any better ideas?"
“I mean, there were a heck lot of crackers down there. Some might be a bit soggy. With blood.” Arabella closed her eyes as she laid on the soft ground. She smiled as she opened one of her eyes.
Clare shook her head, "Bella, there weren't very many crackers in that pocket and you were bleeding out in the corner witch was away from the crackers."
“The blood might have touched some crackers and if that’s your definition of not very many crackers, your crazier than I am.” Arabella sat up and looked around. Where are we? It didn’t matter.
Clare raised an eyebrow mildly concerned, "Um We're in a tent that the Centaurs are having us stay the night in so we don't die, I think you were there when he told us about it."