Rain, Rain, Go Away

[ladyofthesands]

Arha had been standing in the same spot for a very long time, staring into the the rainsoaked world she had asked he Sensorium to create.  She had done much research before she had begun to pull the world into her mind--many hours in the library looking at all sorts of worlds with rain--and now that the world was actually created, she couldn't make

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[snarky_raptor]

Sharp Tongue jumps back with an alarmed hiss as Arha comes dashing along, nearly colliding with the raptor.

"Watch where you walk!" she snarls.

[ladyofthesands]

Arha jerked herself out of the way and slammed herself up against the nearest wall, wiping at the water on her face and dripping as she stared up at the raptor. It took her a moment to force the fear down and she swallowed hard.

"Normally," she snapped, "I would, Sharp Tongue."

[snarky_raptor]

"Then why did you not just now?" she huffs. "And why are you dripping? I had thought there was no water on this ship in quantity. I had in part blamed the lack of life here upon it."

[ladyofthesands]

"I was attempting a simulation," Arha said, thumbing at the Sensorium doorway. "It's wet. Very wet." And quite obviously, from the lingering hints of terror lurking in her face (which Arha was working extremely hard to push down), she was not a fan of wet places.

It didn't exactly answer the question.

"I have never been to a place so wet," she said, pitching her voice so it came out mild instead of the squeak it might have been. "It is not at all like my desert."

[snarky_raptor]

Sharp Tongue shakes her head and snorts. "You run from rain?" Translation: Scravis, you humans are weird!

"I was shelled on the plains but I have traveled far and seen many strange places. A rainy land is no greater danger. Why fear it?"

She can smell it on Arha and see the small traces of the shock in her expression. It just flatly makes no sense to the raptor.

[ladyofthesands]

"It is an inborn, irrational fear," Arha said, content with pressing her back into the solid wall. Somehow, it gave her the strength she was lacking. "One that I haven't yet figured out the root cause for. I have never truly been in a place with so much water, but then, it may be a side effect from killing a great sandworm with the unique talent I seem to have. I have absorbed a great deal of it. To that beast, water was poison."

[snarky_raptor]

Sharp Tongue thinks about the creature she saw with Sheeana down in the city, and how it was supposed to grow very, very large.

"Did you kill it alone?" she asks. Raptor priorities are a bit different from human ones.

[ladyofthesands]

"I did," Arha murmured. "But he asked me to, there was no fight. He was dying. All I did was end his pain."

[snarky_raptor]

"How did you kill something so many times larger than yourself?"

Sharp Tongue is a shaman, not a warrior, but she's covetous of knowledge in general and if she thinks it's something that she could teach her tribe to put to use against, say, a tyrannosaur, that would be very awesome. And worth quite a bit of status.

[ladyofthesands]

"I have no real answer for that," Arha said thoughtfully. "It is something that I was born with, a gene mutation of some sort--such is speculation, of course. I am a healer," she held up her hands, "that power lies within touch. But what can heal can kill. Normally, I concentrate on cell growth, bodily regeneration much as I do with my own body as a Bene Gesserit. Conversely, cell degeneration produces death. I put my hands on the worm's hide, focused for a very long time and killed him thusly. It was a great cost to myself as I nearly killed myself doing it."

Arha blinked, then shook her head.

"Every force has an opposite," she murmured almost absently. "And every healer can use their tools to kill."