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Mar 05, 2006 22:12

It is a very nervous woman that slips down into bar from the security office. She dares not lift her face for the shame of her actions, nor can even the brightness of her needlework lighten her mood. It matters not that others had fallen to such a dark curse, it is not an excuse, nor is it forgivable ( Read more... )

svava, khemrys

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 03:27:26 UTC
Svava would be... one step behind. Not literally, but she missed Khemrys in the cells, and missed her at her room. After a search of the bar, there was some time taken to put on warm clothes to go outside, as the weather had turned back to winter the last few days.

Unfortunatly, the fastest way to search is rather hampered by one hand wrapped carefully in bandages. Nothing too bad, but because the blood had been for helgisiðir, Svava would not heal them. So, she is heading for the paths nearest the bar, on foot.

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 03:31:49 UTC
Khemrys has not made following her easy, though in truth not as hard as she coudl have. She has not worried to hide her trail, consumed as she is by the need to simply run...but she is a trail hardened girl, in a form built for travel.

She has gone far without glancing back...

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 03:35:20 UTC
Svava may not be a hunter or tracker of any sort, but paw prints are easy to track, and even she can tell the difference between those of canine and then those of feline variety. She keeps following, no attempts of stealth made-

And cold weather or not, the evening is still beautiful, and it is outdoors.

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 03:48:00 UTC
Indeed, outdoors in a world she understands, that she's fit for, that she can be safe in. The tracks lead deep, deep into the woods, the trees rising ancient and dark among the gentle snow that has seen little to no tracks recently.

A place that resonates with old magic...

And there she curled, panting, under a thin, worn stone arch. This was how she had arrived, and now it's presence was a solace.

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 03:53:05 UTC
And just enough time later would be the sounds of someone else approaching- Someone humming, even, as she makes her way through the snow.

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 03:58:12 UTC
That caused her to lift her head quickly from the snow and twitch her ears forward. Her heart hammere din her chest and her breath came overly quick...

...but she did not run.

That single anction, staying, took more courage than any battle field.

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 03:59:18 UTC
Some evergreen bushes part, and then Svava pauses, spotting the leopard. She blinks, and then smiles (without showing teeth).

"Khemrys?"

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 04:01:44 UTC
Of all that might trail her out into the snows, Svava was not whom she would have expected.

Nor did she expect a smile, and though her caution screams that this woman but leads a hunting pack perhaps...she still does not flee.

Instead, a single ear flicks in her direction.

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 04:07:21 UTC
Still smiling, Svava continues forwards. She knew wolves well- and had no fear with dealing with Jason like that. And Sessrunmir had had cats, even big ones-

And perhaps it was she was used to people, no matter what the form, particularly when able to see the soul is the same, that has her walking over as if she had come across a human friend while out walking in the woods.

"I can certainly understand coming out here, after everything."

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 04:20:10 UTC
She wrinkled her nose slightly, whiskers twitching in suprise at the approach. Svava, without the taint of fear that should lace her scent...

A strange woman.

In answer to her words, Khemrys rolled slowly onto her side, stretching in the cold snow and snuffling a bit.

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 04:27:46 UTC
Strange? This is Milliways.

Taking that as acceptance, Svava finds a relatively snow-free seat under the arch, next to the pard, sitting down with a happy sigh.

"With everything that happened, I didn't get much time to be out here." She folds her hands in her lap, fiddling with the bandages that cover the palm and fingertips of the left.

"But its all over now, thankfully."

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 04:42:35 UTC
Yes, thankfully was one term she'd certainly apply.

Finally would be another.

After a moment of adjusting to Svava's presence, she shifted her head onto the woman's leg, snow caught in her fur melting at the contact, but her goldly green eyes begged for...

...forgiveness...

Gentleness.

Then she sniffed the bandages gently.

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 04:48:42 UTC
One arm over Khemrys' back, Svava leans down to hug her gently. One could argue that forgiveness is not needed, since the curse was hardly her fault-

But the gentleness is there.

Svava's fingers curl inwards a bit, and she shrugs at the attention to the bandages.

"Helgisiðir. Rituals- one for healing Arithon after he had been shot, the other for blessing weapons to fight the Mist Wraith." Then her lips twitch.

"And also for me being silly and cutting my hands with my nails, by holding them too tight."

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 04:57:17 UTC
It is hard to see worry in a Leopards eyes...

But that's alright because Khemrys saves her the trouble. A silver mist and a warm wind, then Khemrys is kneeling in the snow and cradling Svava's hands in her own, peeling bandages away carefully.

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skjaldmeyjar March 6 2006, 05:04:50 UTC
Hurrah for large coats. Svava unbuttons her coat to pull out the carefully folded clothes Khemrys had left at the start of the trail. Those set down for when the other woman wants them, she traces a set of runes in the air with her right hand-

And the area around them gently warms.

Svava's other hand is healing, just that there had been quite a lot of incidents. The slice across her palm (matching previous scars of the same) was reopened by her finger nails, and there were small cuts across her first two fingers.

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homeless_pard March 6 2006, 05:10:42 UTC
And for a time, Khemrys ignored the clothingion favor of practicing her calling. It had been so very long...

It may seem strange to some that she lifted the bandages to her nose tosniff carefully, scenting the herbal mistures, if any, used on teh wounds...and then examined even teh smallest scrape upon her friends palm.

"Lady Svava...Some of teh nail marsk are growing infected...adn one of the scrapes. It is a wonder that the larger wound does not..." she warned as she tore a few small bandage strips out of her shift, unwilling to put old bandages on once more.

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