Drink Me

Log Info

• Title: Drink Me
• Emitter: Kira
• Characters: Kira, Sabina, Cryosanthia, Ezil, Locien, Faranmidahn
• Place: A10: Temple of Althea
• Time: Tuesday, July 07, 2020, 8:54 PM
• Summary: Kira has been restored to life, and her friends hear about it and come to visit her at the Temple of Althea. While there, Mourner Locien appears with some medicinal tea. It takes some convincing to get Kira to take it, instead of it being saved for others, but eventually she relents. Cryo updates Kira regarding other developments since they went through to the Fae realm. Kira's scars are discussed, but no one is able to read the graffiti and it's considered a good thing. The medicine takes effect and the Sentinel drifts off, while her friends stay to watch over her, or clear the room for privacy.

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The term 'marble temple' only holds up insofar as the temple's outer edifice is concerned. Twin statues of Althea, each of them bearing gently glowing blue staves, provide welcome either side of the entrance, a door which has never been closed in recent memory. A place of community and warmth, a sense of warmth and welcome quickly overtakes most visitors upon entry.

Serrielite and Angorite devotees guard the outside entrances, while blue star-robed Hearthguard wander just inside, performing and guiding various charitable tasks. One can even see a smaller, more discrete entrance if one looks, from whence comes and go the Mourners of Vardama, carrying their somber burdens.

Designed to be open and welcoming, the place is a bustle of family and community-centered activity. A great, central oven serves the double duties of fireplace and food preparation on a grand scale that makes the temple a favorite for gatherings. Althean worshippers and Hearthguards alike tirelessly bake and cook for the less fortunate, while younger Hearthguards sit on comfortably cushioned divans with worshippers and petitioners, dispensing advice and Althea's kind words. Wreaths of herbs hang from the ceilings, giving a pleasant scent, while a pool fed by a small artificial waterfall provides fresh water for bathing wounds or blessing of children and worshippers. A procession of doors and halls lead off to various rooms. While many lead to places such as rooms, offices, and libraries for the Hearthguard, there is also a well-known hospice, as well as the transient bunks, and even counseling rooms for when a family member nears their end. This last area is overseen by Hearthguard and Mourner alike, in respectful accordance with local customs.

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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-  Appearing, in Order  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Kira         5'0"     120 Lb     Human             Female    Blonde woman in simple robes with an eye patch.
Sabina       5'4"     130 Lb     Human             Female    Tsuran woman of dark hair and green eyes
Cryosanthia  6'9"     267 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
Ezil         5'11"    175 Lb     Human             Male      An armored man with dark skin, and grey-blonde hair.
Locien       5'4"     140 Lb     Dawn Elf          Male      A handsome Sil male wearing the trappings of Vardama.
Faranmidahn  3'3"     35 Lb      Halfling          Female    Albino Lucht woman in black leather armor with a BIG spider
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The Healer's Temple has many rooms for care of the ill, injured, or invalid. Despite best efforts, some rooms are further visited by Vardamen in a passing of duties from one type of care to another. Still others are... somewhere in between?

By the generous mercies of Celestial hosts and no-less dedicated friends and allies, Kira was located shuttled to one of those latter rooms. Word was sent to known family and acquaintances, who could, of course spread, word further.

Sabina arrives after hearing of Kira's return. The Tarienite dressed in her normal atire and waiting patiently for permission to be allowed back to see the returned woman. That means she's not actively pacing but looks like she might wish too. A peacock feather fan swishing rapidly and cooling both herself and Emp on her shoulder.

Cryosanthia heard, as family. Other circumstances brought her to the Temple of Althea, and being a recognizeable and a somewhat well known patient of Kira's, the healer's let her know she was accepting visitors.

The white-scale arrives in quite a rush once she's heard the news, startling at the sight of the Tarienite cleric, "Sabina! Peace on your Nest! Is she awake? Have you knocked?"

Ezil had heard the murmurs and word of Kira's return from the talk running through the temple. He walks down the corridor towards the room at a measured pace, looking up to see Cryosanthia and Sabina having made it here before him. "Ah, it seems she has many visitors. Perhaps it's best if I come back later." his tone warm as he regards the other two. "Hello, Cryosanthia. Sabina." a nod cast to each in turn.

Sabina turns at first one greeting and then the second. "Greeting to you both. I have not entered or knocked. There was a priestess here a minute ago that asked for patience and a few moments before Kira was allowed to see visitors. Not that I plan on waiting too much longer." She grins wryly. "Shall we tempt fate?"

The white sith curls her tail back and forth, "This one has seen several return, even Merek dropping from the sky! I am still unsure of the polite reaction. Hers may have been abrupt, I would not stress her, I believe she's been through a lot."

If what Mikilos told her was any indication. Cryo knocks quietly, "Kira, sister, are you in there and strong? You have visitors."

She looks at the other two, "I appreciate you coming."

The door opens to reveal the Hearthguard Sabina spoke to earlier. She offers a polite, patient, and mildly concerned smile. "She will see you now, but she is still weak, and needs her rest." The priestess opens the door further to both allow herself out and the others inside.

Cryosanthia would recognize the layout of the simple, functional room, though this particular one does not have a mansion with chandeliers nor ice caves hiding within. There are a couple stools, a table with washbashin, and a cot. On the last Kira lies, partly upright due to pillows between her and wall and the head end of the cat.

Unsurprisingly, she looks tired. She wears a simple shift rather than her usual clothes and tabard. Her left eye is (still) absent, though it is not a wound. What are, or were, are the numerous lines and even symbols visible on her cheeks, forhead, and along her neck. They are all slender, raised marks, but may well have been much worse, previously.

Regardless of this, and perhaps also unsurprising, her face turning towards the door bears a smile, if a slender one.

"Kira!" Cryo cautiously approaches, taking a stool and sitting beside the bed. Her head moves as she examines the Sentinel, lingering attention on the raised marks, "You look like you have been much worse, and are now better. This one is glad you're back!"

"Are you safe to hug? Mikilos cried out when I embraced him, I would not make you suffer more. You... have..." There are a lot of lines, and symbols she doesn't want to understand. The Demon's wrath is clear.

Bina follows in at a more sedate rate, smiling wide as she sees Kira laying in her bed. "We will try to be swift as we can and least taxing as we can be, too." She tells the departing woman. Then she steps over to the bedside near Cryo and chuckles. "Welcome home, Kira. I am glad you are alive.. if not completely well."

Kira's smile widens at the sight of both of them. "Hel-lo." The smile conveys her welcome and delight, despite the markings, and better than her voice. It's broken and raspy, as if she'd recently gargled burning and/or sharp objects. There won't be any singing just yet.

She twists and reaches, uncomfortably, for a cup of water on the nearby side table. After taking a few swallows, her voice is slightly less broken. "It's good to see. You both."

"Looks like you really upset him. A lot." Cryo says, still staring at Kira's scars, and the sigils. She pulls her lips back in a grimmace, "Do you know what they say? Did he write names on you? I'm sorry, so sorry you had to go through that."

The white sith leans in, not quite a hug, more hovering over the Sentinel with her arms across her. Enough the coolness that surrounds her can be felt.

Bina takes the cup from Kira lest she have to twist to put it back where it started from. "I am just glad to see you alive and here. Everything else can wait for later. I wish to just savor the truimph of your return." She chuckles softly. "Though tales of calestial beings would make for fine listening."

Kira closes the remaining distance to give her sith sister a true hug. There may be wincing, but it's worth it, and it's heartfelt if comparatively weak. Nothing spills, thanks to Sabina's thoughtful help.

Kira releases Cryo and looks to them both. "We kept. The sword. From him. He wanted it. We returned it." Her smile widens a bit more at the summary of events, and confirmation of Cryo's estimation of angry fiends.

The question of the marks causes her to glance to her hands, the backs of which also bear them, before she tucks them under the linens, so they're not visible. Her smile dims some. "I don't know, but was told... not nice words..."

"It is glorious you found a way to hurt him, kept the blade away. This one heard some details from Mikilos, read more in his report. It describes a horrific experience." Cryo says, sitting back, hands in her lap, "This one ran, as Seldan and Malik commanded. I had not been any use and I am sorry you were left to complete what we failed to do. We won, because of you, averted a worse problem. You were crucial to this."

Another glance along the woman's body, "Perhaps it's best not knowing what they say. Let his angry graffiti be another wasted effort of his."

Sabina says, "We will find a way to deal with them later, unless you wish to hold on to them for some reason, Kira. Right now I think we need to focus on the bright and happy things. You are here. You are alive. The plauge is gone! That woman is gone as well. And the world is a better place for your actions."

The door is darkened by a quietly entering figure of a Sil, wrapped in the vestments of Vardama that are seen too often in the quiet areas of this temple. In one hand he holds a small pouch, in the other a piece of parchment that has his attention at the moment. "Let's see..." he speaks to the room in general, "...according to this, you are next." With that last declaration, his gaze rises up from the note to fix squarely on Kira.

Kira reaches for Cryo's hand, though her arm decides its moved enough, or remembers it's supposed to be hiding hands, halfway there. So, it just flops lightly across her lap, instead. "You would've done the same," she assures before her eye moves to Sabina. A little nod and widening smile. "Better. Gone. All that matters."

Kira then looks up at the latest arrival, blinking once and uncertain. "Next?" She's not sure what she is next for, though that doesn't mean she isn't. She has been out of the loop, so to speak, for several days, at least.

Cryo places her hand on top of Kira's, giving it a gentle squeeze, "She is gone, yes. The plague, almost all traces. It's taking longer to clear from the land, but getting there. Seldan and Malik have left Alexandria, worried the Demon Duke is in pursuit. It was difficult, waiting... and not knowing."

The sith turns her head and looks at the Mourner, tilting to one side, leaving Kira's question to be answered and not echoing it.

Bina turns and blinks. Her coyote mask hiding the upper portion of her face. Still her lips can be seen and they curl into a wry smile. "I think that you perhaps have the wrong room? This room is where those who have been dead have come back to life, you see." The Tarienite says finding a great amount of ironic humor in the situation.

Information can travel with some celerity through the city, though even still, some places take more to reach. One such place was occupied by a particular pair of Lucht. Then came the proprieties. Then the argument. Then the ride, here. After the Sil's arrival comes another, smaller figure, this shrouded in a spiderwebbed black cloak, throws the hood back to let her hair spill down as a white fuzzy spider rides upon her shoulder. Her eyes brighten as she sees her friends gathered, though the interactions with the Vardaman prompt the cocking of her head, "Hello?"

Locien moves out from the doorway into the room, peering quizzically at Bina until the reality of the situation sets in. "Ohh...forgive me, I do tend to forget how...bemusing my appearance can be in this section of the temple." The Sil smiles softly to the now-quartet. "I'm actually well versed in healing...the better to keep my Queen's burdens to a minimum." He holds up the pouch in his hand. "I'm a volunteer...the priest overseeing the ward has asked me to bring you something they've mixed up for pain. A simple powder to be poured into your water."

"Faran!" Kira croaks out, not managing a call, per se. While it sounds bad, it's not meant to be and her smile is warm. She shifts her eye a little to the Vardaman. "Thank you." After acknowledging that, she shakes her head. Gingerly. "Others. Need it more."

"Faran!" Cryo echoes, turning waving for the lucht to come over, "I'm so glad you're here."

The white sith looks back at Kira, "Didn't we have this debate with Seldan already? You need it Kira, it was alloted for you and you've suffered greatly. Take it, maybe it's food."

A second passes, "No, it was Acedia. Still! It is healing items meant for you."

Bina nods. "What Cryosanthia said. And if you're as weak as you look then I'm betting we /might/ be able to wrestle it into you if need be." She laughs at the thought. "But truely. Take the medication and be a good patient for the healers here. Faster for you to be out and about with those in need?" She offers the 'carrot' rather then the 'stick'. She moves then to Farna to give the Lucht a brief hug of greeting.

Faranmidahn considers the Vardaman for a moment or two as he speaks, but gives him a sunny smile, facial gems atwinkle in the temple light, "It's alright, it happens to everyone from time to time." Her original intention being seeing to her friend, the croaking of her name makes her hop to it. She gives a curtsey, "Pardon me." and she trots on little slapping feet to Kira's side, her eyes wide and reaching out for her, "Kira! I'm glad you're back!" She smiles up to her sister, "Hey, Cryo!" a hug for her, "Momma says hi." Then she turns to, "Sabina!" and meet her hug with her own as little Zephyr tries to keep in place throughout all the hugging. She glances between the group, then, "You need to get well, Kira.... please, accept the things to treat your wonds, all your hurts, please..."

Locien returns the halfing's smile in kind, then frowns and shakes his head at Kira, gesturing with the sheet of parchment before tucking it into his belt. "Others will have that which they need." The furrowed brow disappears as quickly as it came, however, and he resumes a gentle tone. "Your nobility does you credit, especially in light of..." he hesitates, glancing over the woman's profane scars, "...what you must have endured. Still, you have my word upon the Lady that none will suffer for the sake of your comfort." He presses the pouch into Sabina's hands and gestures to the water pitcher, apparently hoping a more familiar presenter might have more luck. All the while, still looking to Kira. "Please."

Kira is outnumbered, and outmatched. Not that she would truly fight against her friends, or those she doesn't know. Even if she did have the strength, which she doesn't. Whether in resignation or lack of energy, she slumps lower into the pillows and aquiesces with a nod. It's easier at that moment than speaking.

Cryo eagerly catches Faran, hugs and releases letting her move on to Kira and Sabina. She sits taller, happy that the arguments have swayed Kira to take the necessary draught. She grins at Sabina, nodding towards the water pitcher, "let me know if you need ice."

She turns once more to the Sentinel, "I could ask Mikilos to come by, cast his mansion, if it isn't a bad association for you now. He is well, and returned also, like I said. Did you... see the other Fae Queen at all? I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask. I have no new stories to tell. I'm, well, still recovering too."

Bina grins and takes the herbs, nodding to Locien. Then chuckles and nods in turn to Cryo. She takes her time and puts the herbs into the pitcher sloshing them about with care until they are mixed through and through. She then offers the pitcher briefly to Cryo to chill and then pours out a fresh cup.

She then hands the cup off to Kira. "Please. Drink." she says with a smile, ready to take the cup back.

Faranmidahn smiles warmly to Kira and nods, but edges a little back so the cupbearer can reach her more easily. She turns to the man and bows her head again, "Thank you for bringing this for her, sir." she says gently, then looks between the others.

Locien smiles as Kira relents. "Don't look so defeated. I imagine there are many victorious battles in your future, though hopefully fewer against your own convalescence." Again, Fara earns a smile. "My duty and pleasure, mistress." The Sil glances over the quickly filling room, looking pleased at the growing crowd of wellwishers. "It seems then you are in good, and many, hands. If I am to honor my word I need to return to my rounds. The Hearthguard will be near if you need anything, and failing that even we Mourners can be bothered to speak with the living on occasion." He places his hand over his chest and inclines his head to the group before moving for the door. "I hope to see you again...though at your temples, not mine."

Kira accepts the offered cup, and takes several sips from it. She mouths a 'Thank you' to Sabina and nods similarly gratefully to Locien as he excuses himself. The reminder of Mikilos does turn her back to Cryo to ask, slightly less hoarse, of one tale she would hear, "Serene?"

"I'll tell you everything I know Faran, later, and there are things Serrendine needs to know. It... doesn't really make anything better, but..." The whitescale shrugs, exhaling softly. She gives a defferential nod to the Mourner, "Thanks for your efforts and attendance."

Cryo turns her attention to Kira again, watching, waiting for her to drink as well and patting at her near arm once the cup is returned. She hesitates, "She... was beheaded in the Celestial Realm, saving Mikilos's life. This one has not heard if her body was located or returned, or heard of her restoration. Acedia and I have been petitionning the Temples to make efforts, some scrying and searching must have occurred. I have been away in Mictlan and thought it handled, I will ask again."

Bina take the cup from Kira and sets it to the side, stepping away from the bed to make room for Cryo and Faran to be there together. She herself finds a seat and settles down into it, taking care of Emp's tale feathers. "I have not heard the story myself. I fully expect a bard to make an epic of it though I have heard no whispers of one starting upon the project."

Faranmidahn bows to the Vardaman and says, "I'd like that, sir, be well!" as the fellow makes to leave. She didn't know everything about what happened, there was a lot that she had to catch up on. She bows her head with a hand on her heart. She looks up to Cryo, questions and mourning in her eyes, but she nods, then turns to Kira and reaches out to touch her gently.

Kira's smile flattens with a nod to Cryo at the first part. She, sadly, seems familiar with what happened there. It's the rest she was hoping for. When there are offers to ask further, her smile rekindles some. "Thank you."

Now she lets out a sigh. It's not uncomfortable, and almost pleasant. She sinks another inch into the pillows and cot, or so it feels to her. Faran's touch draws her eye. "Your mother? Is better?"

Cryosanthia bobs her head, lowering her nose, "There's been a lot." When Sabina mentions bards singing tales, she turns her head and stares at the wall for a little while. The question regarding Serrendine makes her look back around. She carefully examines her little sister's face as she answers. She's been worried and curious too, and that's another ball that's been dropped.

Faranmidahn smiles a little awkwardly and nods, "In some degree, yes." ahem, "We... handled some affairs, and... that helped a little." She smiles a little, some strain there, perhaps, but gently patpats Kira, "I think I'm... making progress."

"Good..." Kira gets out, though it fades a little at the end, and her smile turns lazy. Between the pillows and the herbs, she seems to be getting more comfortable. Of course, that lets the fatigue settle in further, too. She turns her hand some to give a weak pat back to Faran's. Thankfully by touch, as her eyelids are drooping. She still has both of those, apparently.

Cryosanthia reaches into her haversack, pulls out a shiny mithril buckler with an oddly gleaming grey dagger strapped to it. She separates the two, slipping the buckler back in and keeping the icicle shaped blade in her lap where she passes it back and forth between her hands. Sometimes she feels the edge of the wavy blade, mostly she turns it over and over. "My prayers were answered Faran, I did get Her mark removed. When we finally encountered her, the plans had changed."

Her blade flips, she passes the handle right hand to left. She never takes hold of it in a threatening way, holding it more like a stick. "I said things I regret. Things I'm not sure I believe even if I said them more for me."

The whitescale shrugs a little, staring at her grey blade, flipping it. some more.

Sabina speaks from her chair in a quiet fashion ans she observes Kira sliding towards sleep. "All beings have limits, Cryosanthia. I know you know this. When that limit is met or exceeded then that being begins to break. Mind, soul, body.. they break down or completely break. Your words. They are likely a way to vent the soul and or the mind." She stands up slowly and once again moves towards the bed. Bending over she places a light kiss apon Kira's brow and then one apon Cryo's and then Faran's. As if she was some sort of mother..arrogant perhaps but heartfelt given her smile. "I shall go. Less noise so Kira may rest."

Faranmidahn leans in as Kira starts to visibly drift off, and she tiptoes up to plant a soft peck on her friend's head, "Sleep well, dear friend." then slowly, precariously edges back to get her proper balance, "With all our love." She turns to Cryo, then, and she reaches out to take her sister's knife hand in both of hers, "I think we've all done things we regret, lately, Cryo." her head cants, "You've been forced to endure so very much, honey, been forced to keep going, and rolling and enduring and adapting... " Then, as Sabina makes ready to go, she turns to face her, releasing Cryo's hand to try and hug the woman as she's kissed. A quick peck in turn, "I'm glad you could make it, Sabby. Be safe, and we should get together, all of us, soon. A picknic, perhaps?" Such intoned, she releases her and steps back , "We should probably let her rest, too." with that a glance up to the Sith.

Kira doesn't necessarily want anyone to leave, though she doesn't say anything to either preference after her eyes droop closed. The curve of her smile never vanishes, however. The comfort and familiarity of friends and family is always soothing. The herbs might play a small part, too.

Cryo is kissed, and looks up at Sabina, her expression empty and a little lost. Faran's touch on her hand is enough to still it, but she holds the weapon regardless, loosely. "Thanks Sabina for coming, and we should do as Faran suggests, a picnic or something more. Away to recuperate."

She looks at Kira, then at the others, reaching out to stroke the Sentinel's arm. "This one can stay, watch while she sleeps. I can be quiet enough. It's too late to return to Mictlan so I will be staying over. Merek is in Eluna's temple, Faran, if you wish to go see him."

Her tailtip flicks back and forth.

The lucht nods, then looks to Kira as she settles in and takes Cryo's hand again, "I'll have to check in on him tomorrow, I expect he'll be asleep, now." She regards her sister and makes to climb up into her usual spot. Mother's been better, and the Queen is set elsewhere. She reaches up to scritch at the pale scales, too many directions at once, and things have slipped. She Can stay for a little while, yet. Zephyr, fuzzy little Zephyr, starts to emit her soft, voiceless rumble. There's healing to be done.... At least for now...

For now.... there's some time...