@ElderGod-Carrots
(I lost over 3,000 words on my writing and stupid me didn’t back it up. I had to re-write everything. Then I spent another hour editing a peice for the SA young writers award..)
(I lost over 3,000 words on my writing and stupid me didn’t back it up. I had to re-write everything. Then I spent another hour editing a peice for the SA young writers award..)
(on noooo……that's terrible! hugs I hate the idea of losing my writing, I was always super paranoid about it until I moved all my stuff to Google Docs. Was it really important stuff?)
(Kinda. Luckily my friend always wants me to send my writing to him so I had photos of all of it (minus about 200 words) but I came back from student services in my school, checked my drop-box and nearly had a panic attack when it was gone)
(that's a relief! lol yeah I bet that was scary ^^; )
(Yeah, I learnt my lesson that day)
(btw I'm working out next but I'll still be here, just irregularly)
(All good, I have to go out at some point but I’m here for a few hours. Should we do a lil bit or not?)
(yeah maybe just a bit)
Tanrial landed in a clearing as gently as she could. A stream ran to the left flowing gently and giving the area a sense of tranquility.
Bernon gingerly flopped down on the soft grass near the water to catch his breath. "That was….terrifying…and also awesome."
Tanrial smiled and shrunk her wings back in, “I guess,” She waved her hand and the glamour she put on the cabin disappeared. It was fairly small and wooden but, nice. She inclined her head, “Come on, I have stuff to heal your wounds inside.”
"Oh, yes please. Sign me up." Bernon got up and followed her into the cabin.
Inside Tanrial waved her hand and the lights lit up, as well as the fire. Books were littered all over the floor, ranging from ones in English to her native language. On one wall was a massive cupboard, “Sit,” She told Bernon as motioned to the seat by the fire. She opened the cupboard, potions of different sizes and colours scattered across the shelves, “Sorry ‘bout the mess.” She said, head in the cupboard now.
Bernon sat, grooaning. "Oh, don't worry about it, it makes me feel less guilty about dripping blood on your floor. So, you're kind of an herbalist, then?"
“If that’s what you want to call it then yes. I thought I had something back here… ah, got it!” She pulled out a vile of liquid that resembled much of the sea. It had swirls of greens and blues swimming round, “I’m using my last batch on you, you know.” She sat in front of him and started to take off the first bandage.
"Is it hard to make? I'm sure I could figure something else out, if you don't want to waste it on a total stranger."
Tanrial shrugged, “It’s easier then a lot of the stuff in the cupboard.” She dabbed some of the liquid onto a cloth, “This might sting.” She dabbed it on the wound.
Bernon's face tightened a little, but he didn't flinch away. "I guess you were right about those Evyns and how hostile they are. Usually if I have a few minutes to talk I can make friends with almost anybody."
“Most of them are fine but Thranion, god knows how long he would have taken to kill you.” Once she had finished cleaning, the wound tightened and left a small scar, she set to work on the other.
(brb having supper right quick)
(Okie dokie)
(I return) Bernon turned so Tanrial could reach the injury easier. "So….are you and Thranion related? Or no?"
“No, we’re not. He’s just a… guard of sorts. Never liked him, he didn’t like the fact I had more ‘power’ then him.”
"I get it." Bernon stayed quiet for a minute, debating. "Do you have any siblings?"
Tanrial was silent, “No.”
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