Beware the Woodsman

Scouting for the Hunt

[paranet-check-in]

PCI Halloween 2020 - Shifting Fog

Note: this year's PCI Halloween is set after and in the same year as Battle Ground. Beware of spoilers, all ye who enter here.

In the wake of recent events, the importance of community has become more evident than ever. On the night when the barrier between life and death is at its thinnest, when powers can shift and fortunes turn, you are invited to this year's Paranet Halloween gathering.

The event is held this year on the property of Lash Hesperus, independent supernatural consultant (and former Denarian shadow). The house itself holds refreshments and a large fire, with a spacious stone-flagged main room for the sake of gathering. The grounds include a large, clear lawn and several acres of forest. The lawn is lit, while the forest is left in darkness, the gathering fog swirling around the trees. Both the lawn and forest are available to visitors, for those who wish to gather in groups or be left alone to their thoughts and mourning, respectively.

All are invited, regardless of alignment or alliance. Peace during the occasion will be strictly enforced.

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Welcome to 2020's PCI Halloween! What a year... But we're still here, and for the 4th year in a row we're holding a DF RP community Halloween prompt!

Rules:

Anyone may join in! You don't have to be a Dresden Files blog/character!

Besides the starting prompt, there's no further guidance. Do what you want!

Tag relevant threads with "PCI Halloween 2020" to make it easier for people to track.

Dead characters are welcome, whether through loopholes, revisions, ghostly appearances, or just ignoring canon

Have fun!

[botanyandbrilliance]

💋 (Nash)

He was angry. So very angry. But then, he had every right to be. Well, sort of. It wasn’t as if she’d actually gotten into trouble this time and needed to rely on his good nature and oddly excellent timing to come bail her out again. The healer had been on the ground and not in a tree, and had been harvesting one of the plants that she needed for one of her potions. Well, potential potions. She had no way of knowing it might decide to give off noxious gasses if not handled exactly the right way. None of the books she’d read had detailed this particular specimen before, hence the need to study it and see how useful it might be.

At least Nash’s anger let her know one thing. That he cared. Not a thing she would have ever guessed from their previous encounters, as he’d always come across very gruff and sort of impersonal. But then, Liv had never been good at reading people. It was entirely possible she’d misread him. It was equally possible that she was about to make a piss poor move that could completely backfire on her.

She’d tuned out some of what he was saying a few moments before, slender hands grabbing the front of his shirt with no special strength, and pulling down a little as she leaned up to kiss him. Her face grew warm as their lips met, just firmly enough to shut him up. It would either go really well, or really poorly.

@bewarethewoodsman

[botanyandbrilliance]

bewarethewoodsman​:

Nash’s smile became a bit shaky, more akin to nervousness or embarrassment. “One, ahh, could argue that the trouble with trouble is when said knight fails to arrive in time… or that one might incur less debt with said knight by remaining untroubled, as… fun, as owing him may be to some.”

The uncertainty in the man’s smile was something the healer could relate to. Entirely too well. Liv wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but it was sweet. The words that came along with the smile indicated concern. Under most normal circumstances, she would have told him that she was quite capable of taking care of herself, except that all of their meetings had seemed to indicate otherwise. Maybe it was being in proximity to Nash that was doing it. If she were in his shoes, she’d be looking at herself as being rather incompetent and probably stupid. Neither of which, she was. 

“Considering I only seem to find myself in any sort of real trouble when you’re about, one might begin to think that it is you who brings such danger with him.” Her lips curled into a bit of a smile, so that he’d know she was teasing, at least a little. British humor being as dry as it was, it was sometimes difficult to tell. “By extension, that would indicate if the danger comes with the knight, it is the knight’s duty to protect and defend, would it not? No one likes to be in debt, as that means eventually those will be called in. However, I’ve never been one to attempt to shirk an obligation, so if being in constant danger is the way in which we must meet, I suppose I shall have to resign myself to being forever in your debt.” 

[bewarethewoodsman]

"That brings with it... all sorts of troublesome concepts." Nash responded in much the same tone. "Would it be a debt to be paid if, by the very act of being in one's presence the knight puts them in danger that the knight, in turn, must save them from? And what might the repayment entail, to balance the scales?"

[bewarethewoodsman]

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾

The door to the little woodland cabin slammed closed, Nash pulling his cloak a little tighter around him and ignoring the warm breeze out of spite. In his left hand he held the remnants of a bow, the beautifully carved wood broken in two, the resulting staves broken in two as well.

[fresh-hot-rp-memes]

Send ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ to witness my muse throwing a temper tantrum

[bewarethewoodsman]

Do you, Ehm, have anyone that you would consider special in your life? -botanyandbrilliance

That entirely depends upon your definition of special. My lord father may be considered special in the sense that he is the one who has allowed me to survive so long in Sidhe politics. My retainers have many special abilities that even I sometimes find difficult to comprehend. A young woman in the American south creates candied glass, which I consider a special treat. One must be more specific, my dear.

[yallneedrpmemes-deactivated2022]

ask my muse about the people in their lives

their parents, siblings, significant other, husband/wife, children and friends etc. ask them about whatever you have in mind.

example: if they have a good relationship with their parents

               if they are okay with their kid dating [insert name]

[botanyandbrilliance]

💋 (Nash)

He was angry. So very angry. But then, he had every right to be. Well, sort of. It wasn’t as if she’d actually gotten into trouble this time and needed to rely on his good nature and oddly excellent timing to come bail her out again. The healer had been on the ground and not in a tree, and had been harvesting one of the plants that she needed for one of her potions. Well, potential potions. She had no way of knowing it might decide to give off noxious gasses if not handled exactly the right way. None of the books she’d read had detailed this particular specimen before, hence the need to study it and see how useful it might be.

At least Nash’s anger let her know one thing. That he cared. Not a thing she would have ever guessed from their previous encounters, as he’d always come across very gruff and sort of impersonal. But then, Liv had never been good at reading people. It was entirely possible she’d misread him. It was equally possible that she was about to make a piss poor move that could completely backfire on her.

She’d tuned out some of what he was saying a few moments before, slender hands grabbing the front of his shirt with no special strength, and pulling down a little as she leaned up to kiss him. Her face grew warm as their lips met, just firmly enough to shut him up. It would either go really well, or really poorly.

@bewarethewoodsman

[botanyandbrilliance]

bewarethewoodsman​:

He blinked a couple more times, seemingly distracted even before her comment about armor. His head tilted to the side, not unlike that of a cat’s reaction to a human’s voice, before his lips opened in a small “ahh” of recognition. “Ahh. A ‘knight in shining armor’ reference, correct?” The scar on his cheek turned his small smile into a smirk. “If it would keep you from the myrkwool patches, then I would happily accept it, gaudy as such plate may be.”

She nodded, as it has very much been a knight in shining armor sort of comment. It wasn’t the first time he’d miraculously and somewhat mysteriously arrived to save the day, nor was it the first time she’d find herself indebted to the man. Bollocks. Whether or not she’d have been all right, Nash had arrived, and had aided her, which meant she’d just added another favor to be repaid at some point in time. 

With a little bit of luck, he wouldn’t ask for anything too extreme. Luck really had nothing to do with it, though. Nothing was ever simple with the Fae. 

Her cheeks grew a bit brighter as she regarded the man, trying to keep her breathing even and steady, while still marveling that the kiss had worked, effectively shutting him up without anything nasty or unfortunate happening afterwards. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip, the words slipping out before she could think better of them or stop them. “If that would mean a dashing bloke such as yourself would come to the rescue, whyever would a girl want to stay out of trouble?”  

[bewarethewoodsman]

Nash's smile became a bit shaky, more akin to nervousness or embarrassment. "One, ahh, could argue that the trouble with trouble is when said knight fails to arrive in time... or that one might incur less debt with said knight by remaining untroubled, as... fun, as owing him may be to some."

[bewarethewoodsman]

Would you have sex with Liv?

Given the proper circumstances, yes. Though the fact that commonly we meet when one is decidedly in the mood for nothing more than survival should be considered.

[botanyandbrilliance]

💋 (Nash)

He was angry. So very angry. But then, he had every right to be. Well, sort of. It wasn’t as if she’d actually gotten into trouble this time and needed to rely on his good nature and oddly excellent timing to come bail her out again. The healer had been on the ground and not in a tree, and had been harvesting one of the plants that she needed for one of her potions. Well, potential potions. She had no way of knowing it might decide to give off noxious gasses if not handled exactly the right way. None of the books she’d read had detailed this particular specimen before, hence the need to study it and see how useful it might be.

At least Nash’s anger let her know one thing. That he cared. Not a thing she would have ever guessed from their previous encounters, as he’d always come across very gruff and sort of impersonal. But then, Liv had never been good at reading people. It was entirely possible she’d misread him. It was equally possible that she was about to make a piss poor move that could completely backfire on her.

She’d tuned out some of what he was saying a few moments before, slender hands grabbing the front of his shirt with no special strength, and pulling down a little as she leaned up to kiss him. Her face grew warm as their lips met, just firmly enough to shut him up. It would either go really well, or really poorly.

@bewarethewoodsman

[bewarethewoodsman]

“You realize that without a proper antidote having been prepared there would have been no way to revive-” the continuation of his lecture tumbled to a halt as her lips interrupted his. To say he was stunned by the turn of events was an understatement, and while he returned the kiss as a mix of both reflex and want, he found himself cutting it off as another rush of something hit him, something he had to work very hard to quash down as they separated. “That’s... That doesn’t render my point moot, Miss Liv...” He muttered, a small blush on his face even as his eyes slowly began to return to their natural amber color. 

[botanyandbrilliance]

It wasn’t like she didn’t know what he’d been about to say. Without an antidote being prepared, the gasses would have killed her or put her into a severe coma or something equally as awful. So, she’d have to make sure to take very special notes regarding this particular specimen. Note all the defining characteristics, put in a really good drawing, and make sure to include all the proper handling and care instructions, along with any possible repercussions of not following the recommended care.

Her grip on his shirt loosened, though she hadn’t let go completely, taking a half step back from him. Green eyes danced around his amber, her own face warming more as she saw his blush. That hadn’t gone as poorly as it might have, and it had thrown him off his game enough that his lecture had stopped, though something else, apparently, had started.

“Well, no, it wouldn’t have...” and he’d have no way of knowing that she almost probably would have been okay. Most likely. “But, rendering your concern moot wasn’t the goal there.” Her voice was slightly more breathy than it normally was, though she was doing a good job of keeping it steady and unshaky. There was a faint smile on her lips as she reported dead quietly. “Thank you, for your concern. I’m starting to feel like we should invest in a suit of armor for you.”

[bewarethewoodsman]

He blinked a couple more times, seemingly distracted even before her comment about armor. His head tilted to the side, not unlike that of a cat's reaction to a human's voice, before his lips opened in a small "ahh" of recognition. "Ahh. A 'knight in shining armor' reference, correct?" The scar on his cheek turned his small smile into a smirk. "If it would keep you from the myrkwool patches, then I would happily accept it, gaudy as such plate may be."

[snakepotter-blog]

Ask my character, “Would you have sex with _____?” and my character MUST answer honestly.

Feel free to put in a different sexual/romantic action.

[hunting-hawk-deactivated2016051]

Anon is on. Go nuts!

[botanyandbrilliance]

Fantastic Beasts || Nash x Liv

[botanyandbrilliance]

Eyes that were the shade of fresh, spring leaves met the fairy’s darker green ones, lovely, as there was no risk of a Soul Gaze with those of the fae. She knew that it had to speak true, but she still thought it best to reflect on his words for a moment, to see if there might be some hidden something in there that she wasn’t seeing. Just because the beasts of the forest knew better, obviously one of the creatures that had been encountered and dispatched was not something normally of the forest.

She had been about to respond, when Nash interrupted, his hand moving to his head as if he were in some pain. She was quite certain she could help with that as well, if he’d allow her to. It would be incredibly forard of her to offer to go with him, but that was what her instinct told her she should do. He didn’t seem well, no matter what words he might speak to the contrary.

“I actually… think that I have enough, for the time being. Please, let me help you. I think I can, if you’ll allow it…” she trailed off, her eyes drifting the direction that Nash’s gaze had gone.

The blue light was something new and different. She’d heard of wisps before, every good person who’d done any sort of reading from the Isles did, but she’d never actually seen one. The tale of the ghostly blue lights had been abound for some time, though exactly what they were remained a mystery. Some believed that they were lights that would appear over bogs or swamps, a perfectly natural occurrence, while other stories said they were the ghost of fairies, off to lure unwary travelers into some sort of horrific danger. “A nightmare? Why would that be? So long as you don’t follow them, all’s welll, yeah?”

[botanyandbrilliance]

She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again very quickly. Her snappish comment about exactly what he thought he could have done to stop her probably wouldn’t have earned her any goodwill, and she really didn’t want to make then man angry. That wasn’t the goal. That, and she was pretty sure that half asleep on his feet or not, Nash would not welcome the challenge such a remark would imply.

She did, however, fire back a response to her offer. “Like it or not, I’m already involved. I’m fully aware that my aid here will not cancel the debt I owe you, but I do hope that it will convince you to accept the aid I’ve offered you. Anything done for the forest and it’s residents is freely given, and with no expectation of repayment.” She made sure to say that last, so that he’d not, nor would anyone else, feel obligated to try to repay her.

[bewarethewoodsman]

“Expectation or not, a repayment would be required, Miss Liv. We do not take charity. Their debt, as my vassal, will fall upon me for this aid you so freely give.” Nash replied, amber eyes staying fixed on the blue light as they began to enter another clearing, having made a large amount of progress rather quickly due to the malleable nature of the forest itself. “Not wishing for your aid to cancel your debt to me means now the we both owe each other a similar debt, which is… less than favorable. Please do stay beside me, and please do not comment upon their visage.” He paused a step before the clearing, waiting for her acquiescence.

[botanyandbrilliance]

She exhaled in a way that indicated frustration, before she licked her lower lip and opened her mouth once again. The healer was probably going to irritate the man, but neither could she not say what she was thinking. “With all due respect, it wouldn’t be charity. I owe you a debt, and if you’re going to be claiming the debt of your vassal, then it seems only right that by aiding this one that my debt to you could be repaid.” Her tone softened a bit as she realized that came out a little harshly. “I am not in the habit of accepting charity from anyone else, either. Nor do I enjoy having things that can hang over my head and be called upon at any time. I have a feeling you might be much the same in that regard. I’m offering a solution that could be mutually beneficial for us both.”

It was logical, and seemed more than fair. He didn’t want to be indebted, nor did she. One didn’t have to have regular dealings with the fae to know that they were tricky, and anything owed would be called in at some point. And that when those debts were to be repaid, they usually weren’t pleasant or fun.

Liv nodded in agreement to what he asked, almost looking offended. “Please. That would be incredibly rude. I’m sure they’d find me just as offensive in appearance.” Humans were very different, and differences were hard to accept between species and races. Not even humankind, as a whole, had been able to come to terms with the physical differences between each other. She liked to think that there were those out there who were different. For some reason, she didn’t think he fae had evolved that far as of yet. Maybe, she’d be surprised.

[bewarethewoodsman]

Nash nodded once. “In that case we shall consider our debts canceled upon completion of this task.” His eyes left the little light to meet hers, a tired smirk on his lips as he continued. “And I hardly think they would be offended by your visage, Miss Liv.”

The clearing they walked into was well lit, as if the sun were concentrating upon what ground it could reach unimpeded, and Nash blinked to let his eyes adjust as he led her into the large open area, small wooden huts seemingly grown rather than built from many closely planted saplings. “They will be in the center, away from prying eyes, I would think.”

[botanyandbrilliance]

She didn’t allow his eyes to meet hers for very long. Soul Gazes weren’t possible with the fae, but Liv wasn’t certain the man was actually fae. At least, not entirely. Until she knew enough about him, better to be safe than sorry. Her eyes shifted slightly, so that the contact was broken, however, a pink flush started to creep into her cheeks at his words. “You’re very kind, however, I’m sure if they can offend me, the same must be true of them.” After all, things worked both ways.

It was, however, something of a relief that the overtired huntsman had agreed to the solution she’d suggested. It made sense to her, though, she recognized those of the Fae didn’t always see things quite the same way.

Nash led her into an area with small huts among the trees, each one similar, yet distinct in their own ways. They weren’t like anything she’d ever seen before, and didn’t honestly expect to see again. This was one of those moments that another person would call a “rare opportunity”, but to the healer, it was more than that. It was a chance to experience and aid another entirely different culture, without having to worry about what anyone else would think or say. An experience that would be entirely hers, that she could either record or not, based on what she remembered as being important later.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting there, she nodded to Nash, resting her hand gently on his arm. “Well, just show me where I’m needed, and I’ll find a way to make some magic work.” Magic of a very literal sense.

[bewarethewoodsman]

Nash, in return, gave a small smile before leading her between the huts, careful not to come too close to any of the entrances. Upon closer inspection, the huts revealed themselves to be less along the lines of simple, one family affairs, instead showing multiple entryways upon multiple layers of the structures, large enough for beings around the size of raccoons to pass through. 

“Most, if not all of the inhabitants will be with their lord, but being too close to one in their own home is a... reprehensible offense.” Nash explained, skirting around one of the larger huts and leading her to where the center of the village would be, pausing to call out something in a chittering language as a warning that they had arrived. 

A mass of matted fur and faces mixing the profile of feline and ape turned to look upon the new arrivals, where nearly two-hundred individuals were surrounding a trio of larger members of the same species, with a ring of what could be readily identified as guardians keeping the smaller ones from their leaders.

[botanyandbrilliance]

💋 (Nash)

He was angry. So very angry. But then, he had every right to be. Well, sort of. It wasn’t as if she’d actually gotten into trouble this time and needed to rely on his good nature and oddly excellent timing to come bail her out again. The healer had been on the ground and not in a tree, and had been harvesting one of the plants that she needed for one of her potions. Well, potential potions. She had no way of knowing it might decide to give off noxious gasses if not handled exactly the right way. None of the books she’d read had detailed this particular specimen before, hence the need to study it and see how useful it might be.

At least Nash’s anger let her know one thing. That he cared. Not a thing she would have ever guessed from their previous encounters, as he’d always come across very gruff and sort of impersonal. But then, Liv had never been good at reading people. It was entirely possible she’d misread him. It was equally possible that she was about to make a piss poor move that could completely backfire on her.

She’d tuned out some of what he was saying a few moments before, slender hands grabbing the front of his shirt with no special strength, and pulling down a little as she leaned up to kiss him. Her face grew warm as their lips met, just firmly enough to shut him up. It would either go really well, or really poorly.

@bewarethewoodsman

[bewarethewoodsman]

“You realize that without a proper antidote having been prepared there would have been no way to revive-” the continuation of his lecture tumbled to a halt as her lips interrupted his. To say he was stunned by the turn of events was an understatement, and while he returned the kiss as a mix of both reflex and want, he found himself cutting it off as another rush of something hit him, something he had to work very hard to quash down as they separated. “That’s... That doesn’t render my point moot, Miss Liv...” He muttered, a small blush on his face even as his eyes slowly began to return to their natural amber color. 

[botanyandbrilliance]

Sticks and Stones || Nash x Liv

The fruit she’d been after was rare, something not found often, and an essential component to the recipe she’d been tinkering with. The good news? She’d found it. The bad news? It grew precisely as she’d read it did, in the tops of the tree on which it grew.

The tree’s branches grew outward at lower levels, becoming more steeply inclined towards the sun the higher up they were. Therefore, climbing the tree had been less of a problem than anticipated. It had been the getting down that had proven more difficult. At least without injury. She’d been moving slowly, taking her time, trying to retrace the path up she’d taken. Somewhere along the way, she must have gotten turned around as the branch that should have been firm enough to hold her weight did not.

The fall out of the tree had been not dissimilar to something seen in a comedy. She’d very likely hit most of the branches on the way down, on various parts of her body. As a result, when the healer finally made it to the ground, she was disoriented, short of breath, and couldn’t focus on anything due to the pain in her head. Logically, she knew she should assess her state and try to summon power for various spells, but the stars she was seeing and the dimming vision told her otherwise. It was a bad plan, a horrible plan, in fact, but closing her eyes seemed like a really good idea just then.

@bewarethewoodsman

[botanyandbrilliance]

“Oh, speed... speed is good...” she murmured, the faintest smile touching her lips at the voice. “Nash.... once again, you’re just in time to play the gallant hero...” her words were still quite slurred and slow, nor did there really seem to be any sort of a filter between brain and mouth.

Green eyes opened briefly, though she couldn’t really see him too clearly. “Like a cat, you are,” she said quietly, eyes mostly closing again. “‘S bright. Patch me in? Who are you calling?”

[bewarethewoodsman]

"I am sure we may find more time to talk of speed, but it seems to be of the essence in your current state." The Woodsman responded, looking over her injuries and debating whether to move her or not, and what level of severity he might need to plan for if he did move her.

"It has been said I've the jawline for it, Miss Liv." Joking was good. Comparing him to a feline a bit less so, but he understood where she may be coming from. "I am... I'm not sure what you are referring to, Miss Liv. Patching you in. Healing your wounds or at the very least administering to them." He leaned back, glancing at the pair of fairies who had been flitting around. "Retrieve the satchel upon the door. Make haste."

[botanyandbrilliance]

The way she had fallen from the tree had left her somewhat twisted. Not in any way that would indicate a broken back, but the leg that the weight of her lower body was resting on was twisted in a very unnatural way. The disorientation and inability to focus vision indicated that she'd had at least one blow to the head, while the shortness of breath could indicate trauma to the chest. Had she been looking at someone else, she would have started with those, but she wasn't looking at anyone else. Someone else was looking at her, and Liv wasn't nearly coherent enough to try to tell him anything at all.

"I could see that... about the jawline, I mean...." her words were vaguely slurred as she fought the pain in her skull that was telling her she should close her eyes against the light that was so offensive. She winced a little as she half laughed. "Patching one in.... used to be a thing in old movies, back when there were still telephone operators. It's a silly thing, really." Something that didn't make a whole lot of sense in light of the current situation. Later, she'd wonder if Nash even knew what a telephone was, however, her mind wasn't wrapping around the question in that moment. She vaguely became aware of other parts of her body, aside from her head, starting to hurt terribly, as if the brain was just now receiving the signals that indicated she'd been injured.

"Valerian... clove...." she mumbled, "do you have any?" Both plants were known to have painkilling properties, and if he had some she could chew, that might be helpful. Possibly not but anything at all would be nice. Perhaps in the satchel that he'd spoken of. With clove being as strong as it was, it might also serve to help her clear her head.

[bewarethewoodsman]

"Cloves can be had rather easily, Miss Liv. Though I would rather remove the pain entirely rather than only mitigate it for a time." He finished inspecting her, taking a moment to breathe before reaching his hand out and snatching the satchel the fairies brought. "Good, very good." He rummaged in the pack, grabbing a vial of crimson liquid and setting that down before reaching into another pocket and drawing ouy almost what seemed to be pouched chewing tobacco. "A start with this, I think. Open your mouth, Liv."

[botanyandbrilliance]

Removing all the pain would be nice, something she'd have been able to help with herself, if she'd been able to think clearly enough to do so. "Miti...ehm.... managing is good? 'Fraid I'm not thinking so well, at the moment. Otherwise, I'd be more help." Her voice was soft and somewhat slurred, as she clearly wasn't in her right mind.

The return of the faerie seemed to take no time at all, happening in a blur. Her eyes were able to focus for a brief time on the colors in the Fae's wings, before she had to blink, trying to focus on making everything around her more clear. It only slightly worked, as even Nash's face, close enough to her as it was, was fuzzy and out of focus. Something was waved in front of her face, something that she didn't recognize at first glance.

"What... what is that?" She mumbled, trying to see what was in his hand. The smell was unfamiliar to her, but didn't smell all that wonderful. As much as she wasn't sure what it was, neither did she rationally think that Nash would do anything to hurt her. Without waiting for an answer, she opened her mouth, trying to steel her nerves as much as she could against something she was certain would be unpleasant tasting. But if it made the pain in her head go away, it would be worth it.

[bewarethewoodsman]

"A mix of herbs that grow in the forest, Miss Liv." He replied, slipping the little pouch into her mouth between her cheek and her back molar. "I would give you their names but I've not yet coaxed it out of the memories. We will allow them a minute to do their work, and then I'll set to mine. It will be quick, painful but quick, but I must have your body laid out properly to keep the bones from setting out of place."

[botanyandbrilliance]

Fantastic Beasts || Nash x Liv

[botanyandbrilliance]

Eyes that were the shade of fresh, spring leaves met the fairy’s darker green ones, lovely, as there was no risk of a Soul Gaze with those of the fae. She knew that it had to speak true, but she still thought it best to reflect on his words for a moment, to see if there might be some hidden something in there that she wasn’t seeing. Just because the beasts of the forest knew better, obviously one of the creatures that had been encountered and dispatched was not something normally of the forest.

She had been about to respond, when Nash interrupted, his hand moving to his head as if he were in some pain. She was quite certain she could help with that as well, if he’d allow her to. It would be incredibly forard of her to offer to go with him, but that was what her instinct told her she should do. He didn’t seem well, no matter what words he might speak to the contrary.

“I actually… think that I have enough, for the time being. Please, let me help you. I think I can, if you’ll allow it…” she trailed off, her eyes drifting the direction that Nash’s gaze had gone.

The blue light was something new and different. She’d heard of wisps before, every good person who’d done any sort of reading from the Isles did, but she’d never actually seen one. The tale of the ghostly blue lights had been abound for some time, though exactly what they were remained a mystery. Some believed that they were lights that would appear over bogs or swamps, a perfectly natural occurrence, while other stories said they were the ghost of fairies, off to lure unwary travelers into some sort of horrific danger. “A nightmare? Why would that be? So long as you don’t follow them, all’s welll, yeah?”

[botanyandbrilliance]

She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again very quickly. Her snappish comment about exactly what he thought he could have done to stop her probably wouldn’t have earned her any goodwill, and she really didn’t want to make then man angry. That wasn’t the goal. That, and she was pretty sure that half asleep on his feet or not, Nash would not welcome the challenge such a remark would imply.

She did, however, fire back a response to her offer. “Like it or not, I’m already involved. I’m fully aware that my aid here will not cancel the debt I owe you, but I do hope that it will convince you to accept the aid I’ve offered you. Anything done for the forest and it’s residents is freely given, and with no expectation of repayment.” She made sure to say that last, so that he’d not, nor would anyone else, feel obligated to try to repay her.

[bewarethewoodsman]

“Expectation or not, a repayment would be required, Miss Liv. We do not take charity. Their debt, as my vassal, will fall upon me for this aid you so freely give.” Nash replied, amber eyes staying fixed on the blue light as they began to enter another clearing, having made a large amount of progress rather quickly due to the malleable nature of the forest itself. “Not wishing for your aid to cancel your debt to me means now the we both owe each other a similar debt, which is… less than favorable. Please do stay beside me, and please do not comment upon their visage.” He paused a step before the clearing, waiting for her acquiescence.

[botanyandbrilliance]

She exhaled in a way that indicated frustration, before she licked her lower lip and opened her mouth once again. The healer was probably going to irritate the man, but neither could she not say what she was thinking. “With all due respect, it wouldn’t be charity. I owe you a debt, and if you’re going to be claiming the debt of your vassal, then it seems only right that by aiding this one that my debt to you could be repaid.” Her tone softened a bit as she realized that came out a little harshly. “I am not in the habit of accepting charity from anyone else, either. Nor do I enjoy having things that can hang over my head and be called upon at any time. I have a feeling you might be much the same in that regard. I’m offering a solution that could be mutually beneficial for us both.”

It was logical, and seemed more than fair. He didn’t want to be indebted, nor did she. One didn’t have to have regular dealings with the fae to know that they were tricky, and anything owed would be called in at some point. And that when those debts were to be repaid, they usually weren’t pleasant or fun.

Liv nodded in agreement to what he asked, almost looking offended. “Please. That would be incredibly rude. I’m sure they’d find me just as offensive in appearance.” Humans were very different, and differences were hard to accept between species and races. Not even humankind, as a whole, had been able to come to terms with the physical differences between each other. She liked to think that there were those out there who were different. For some reason, she didn’t think he fae had evolved that far as of yet. Maybe, she’d be surprised.

[bewarethewoodsman]

Nash nodded once. "In that case we shall consider our debts canceled upon completion of this task." His eyes left the little light to meet hers, a tired smirk on his lips as he continued. "And I hardly think they would be offended by your visage, Miss Liv."

The clearing they walked into was well lit, as if the sun were concentrating upon what ground it could reach unimpeded, and Nash blinked to let his eyes adjust as he led her into the large open area, small wooden huts seemingly grown rather than built from many closely planted saplings. "They will be in the center, away from prying eyes, I would think."

[botanyandbrilliance]

Sticks and Stones || Nash x Liv

The fruit she’d been after was rare, something not found often, and an essential component to the recipe she’d been tinkering with. The good news? She’d found it. The bad news? It grew precisely as she’d read it did, in the tops of the tree on which it grew.

The tree’s branches grew outward at lower levels, becoming more steeply inclined towards the sun the higher up they were. Therefore, climbing the tree had been less of a problem than anticipated. It had been the getting down that had proven more difficult. At least without injury. She’d been moving slowly, taking her time, trying to retrace the path up she’d taken. Somewhere along the way, she must have gotten turned around as the branch that should have been firm enough to hold her weight did not.

The fall out of the tree had been not dissimilar to something seen in a comedy. She’d very likely hit most of the branches on the way down, on various parts of her body. As a result, when the healer finally made it to the ground, she was disoriented, short of breath, and couldn’t focus on anything due to the pain in her head. Logically, she knew she should assess her state and try to summon power for various spells, but the stars she was seeing and the dimming vision told her otherwise. It was a bad plan, a horrible plan, in fact, but closing her eyes seemed like a really good idea just then.

@bewarethewoodsman

[botanyandbrilliance]

“Oh, speed... speed is good...” she murmured, the faintest smile touching her lips at the voice. “Nash.... once again, you’re just in time to play the gallant hero...” her words were still quite slurred and slow, nor did there really seem to be any sort of a filter between brain and mouth.

Green eyes opened briefly, though she couldn’t really see him too clearly. “Like a cat, you are,” she said quietly, eyes mostly closing again. “‘S bright. Patch me in? Who are you calling?”

[bewarethewoodsman]

"I am sure we may find more time to talk of speed, but it seems to be of the essence in your current state." The Woodsman responded, looking over her injuries and debating whether to move her or not, and what level of severity he might need to plan for if he did move her.

"It has been said I've the jawline for it, Miss Liv." Joking was good. Comparing him to a feline a bit less so, but he understood where she may be coming from. "I am... I'm not sure what you are referring to, Miss Liv. Patching you in. Healing your wounds or at the very least administering to them." He leaned back, glancing at the pair of fairies who had been flitting around. "Retrieve the satchel upon the door. Make haste."

[botanyandbrilliance]

The way she had fallen from the tree had left her somewhat twisted. Not in any way that would indicate a broken back, but the leg that the weight of her lower body was resting on was twisted in a very unnatural way. The disorientation and inability to focus vision indicated that she'd had at least one blow to the head, while the shortness of breath could indicate trauma to the chest. Had she been looking at someone else, she would have started with those, but she wasn't looking at anyone else. Someone else was looking at her, and Liv wasn't nearly coherent enough to try to tell him anything at all.

"I could see that... about the jawline, I mean...." her words were vaguely slurred as she fought the pain in her skull that was telling her she should close her eyes against the light that was so offensive. She winced a little as she half laughed. "Patching one in.... used to be a thing in old movies, back when there were still telephone operators. It's a silly thing, really." Something that didn't make a whole lot of sense in light of the current situation. Later, she'd wonder if Nash even knew what a telephone was, however, her mind wasn't wrapping around the question in that moment. She vaguely became aware of other parts of her body, aside from her head, starting to hurt terribly, as if the brain was just now receiving the signals that indicated she'd been injured.

"Valerian... clove...." she mumbled, "do you have any?" Both plants were known to have painkilling properties, and if he had some she could chew, that might be helpful. Possibly not but anything at all would be nice. Perhaps in the satchel that he'd spoken of. With clove being as strong as it was, it might also serve to help her clear her head.

[bewarethewoodsman]

"Cloves can be had rather easily, Miss Liv. Though I would rather remove the pain entirely rather than only mitigate it for a time." He finished inspecting her, taking a moment to breathe before reaching his hand out and snatching the satchel the fairies brought. "Good, very good." He rummaged in the pack, grabbing a vial of crimson liquid and setting that down before reaching into another pocket and drawing ouy almost what seemed to be pouched chewing tobacco. "A start with this, I think. Open your mouth, Liv."

[botanyandbrilliance]

Fantastic Beasts || Nash x Liv

[botanyandbrilliance]

Eyes that were the shade of fresh, spring leaves met the fairy’s darker green ones, lovely, as there was no risk of a Soul Gaze with those of the fae. She knew that it had to speak true, but she still thought it best to reflect on his words for a moment, to see if there might be some hidden something in there that she wasn’t seeing. Just because the beasts of the forest knew better, obviously one of the creatures that had been encountered and dispatched was not something normally of the forest.

She had been about to respond, when Nash interrupted, his hand moving to his head as if he were in some pain. She was quite certain she could help with that as well, if he’d allow her to. It would be incredibly forard of her to offer to go with him, but that was what her instinct told her she should do. He didn’t seem well, no matter what words he might speak to the contrary.

“I actually… think that I have enough, for the time being. Please, let me help you. I think I can, if you’ll allow it…” she trailed off, her eyes drifting the direction that Nash’s gaze had gone.

The blue light was something new and different. She’d heard of wisps before, every good person who’d done any sort of reading from the Isles did, but she’d never actually seen one. The tale of the ghostly blue lights had been abound for some time, though exactly what they were remained a mystery. Some believed that they were lights that would appear over bogs or swamps, a perfectly natural occurrence, while other stories said they were the ghost of fairies, off to lure unwary travelers into some sort of horrific danger. “A nightmare? Why would that be? So long as you don’t follow them, all’s welll, yeah?”

[botanyandbrilliance]

She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again very quickly. Her snappish comment about exactly what he thought he could have done to stop her probably wouldn’t have earned her any goodwill, and she really didn’t want to make then man angry. That wasn’t the goal. That, and she was pretty sure that half asleep on his feet or not, Nash would not welcome the challenge such a remark would imply.

She did, however, fire back a response to her offer. “Like it or not, I’m already involved. I’m fully aware that my aid here will not cancel the debt I owe you, but I do hope that it will convince you to accept the aid I’ve offered you. Anything done for the forest and it’s residents is freely given, and with no expectation of repayment.” She made sure to say that last, so that he’d not, nor would anyone else, feel obligated to try to repay her.

[bewarethewoodsman]

"Expectation or not, a repayment would be required, Miss Liv. We do not take charity. Their debt, as my vassal, will fall upon me for this aid you so freely give." Nash replied, amber eyes staying fixed on the blue light as they began to enter another clearing, having made a large amount of progress rather quickly due to the malleable nature of the forest itself. "Not wishing for your aid to cancel your debt to me means now the we both owe each other a similar debt, which is... less than favorable. Please do stay beside me, and please do not comment upon their visage." He paused a step before the clearing, waiting for her acquiescence.

[botanyandbrilliance]

Sticks and Stones || Nash x Liv

The fruit she’d been after was rare, something not found often, and an essential component to the recipe she’d been tinkering with. The good news? She’d found it. The bad news? It grew precisely as she’d read it did, in the tops of the tree on which it grew.

The tree’s branches grew outward at lower levels, becoming more steeply inclined towards the sun the higher up they were. Therefore, climbing the tree had been less of a problem than anticipated. It had been the getting down that had proven more difficult. At least without injury. She’d been moving slowly, taking her time, trying to retrace the path up she’d taken. Somewhere along the way, she must have gotten turned around as the branch that should have been firm enough to hold her weight did not.

The fall out of the tree had been not dissimilar to something seen in a comedy. She’d very likely hit most of the branches on the way down, on various parts of her body. As a result, when the healer finally made it to the ground, she was disoriented, short of breath, and couldn’t focus on anything due to the pain in her head. Logically, she knew she should assess her state and try to summon power for various spells, but the stars she was seeing and the dimming vision told her otherwise. It was a bad plan, a horrible plan, in fact, but closing her eyes seemed like a really good idea just then.

@bewarethewoodsman

[botanyandbrilliance]

“Oh, speed... speed is good...” she murmured, the faintest smile touching her lips at the voice. “Nash.... once again, you’re just in time to play the gallant hero...” her words were still quite slurred and slow, nor did there really seem to be any sort of a filter between brain and mouth.

Green eyes opened briefly, though she couldn’t really see him too clearly. “Like a cat, you are,” she said quietly, eyes mostly closing again. “‘S bright. Patch me in? Who are you calling?”

[bewarethewoodsman]

"I am sure we may find more time to talk of speed, but it seems to be of the essence in your current state." The Woodsman responded, looking over her injuries and debating whether to move her or not, and what level of severity he might need to plan for if he did move her.

"It has been said I've the jawline for it, Miss Liv." Joking was good. Comparing him to a feline a bit less so, but he understood where she may be coming from. "I am... I'm not sure what you are referring to, Miss Liv. Patching you in. Healing your wounds or at the very least administering to them." He leaned back, glancing at the pair of fairies who had been flitting around. "Retrieve the satchel upon the door. Make haste."