#healer verse

[saffordstories]

Sticks and stones//open rp

Marian was beginning to get sore. But this wasn’t a bad thing in her opinion. 

Today had been a day filled in the forest. After making sure her garden was well tended to this morning she had headed out to gather some wild herbs that didn’t grow outside her home, managed to shoot down a pheasant, and was now making her way to the snares she had set for some small game. Marian had a good feeling about her bounty today. 

This feeling began to change though as she was coming up to one of the last traps she was checking on today. This was a dense area of the forest. Plenty of bushes, trees, and the terrain itself to hide oneself. As Marian came around a bend she nearly tripped over herself as she quickly backed up and hid herself from sight. There in front of her was another person. Between the branches and the clothes they were wearing she couldn’t make out who or what they were. But one thing became clear very fast. 

That was her rabbit that they were messing with!

A brief look around her surroundings later, there was a nice sized rock near her feet. Small enough that it wouldn’t cause injury, but big enough that when put to use it wouldn’t be ignored. 

Marian took aim, waited for the figure to stand still long enough, and threw her stone. Hitting the figure right on their shoulder. 

“Hey! That’s mine!”

[peppymint1986]

Was daydreaming about the latest chapter of the Healer ‘Verse by @asknotbug when this scene hit me.  If you haven’t read their stuff you are missing out.  Plus my little daydream will make no sense without context.

Madara: (squints at his brother)  Why was Izuna so surprised he thought Tobirama was dead.  Unless . . . 

Madara: (dawning suspicion)  Do you know where Tobirama is?

Izuna: (relieved he hasn’t seen his rival in weeks) Of course not.  Why would I?

Madara: (still suspicious)  Could you find him?

Izuna: Looks innocently out window.  Isn’t it a lovely day aniki.  We should go swimming.

[saffordstories]

Plot idea for Marian’s healer verse! A war is going on and Marian not content to just sit by and worry goes to work as a healer for whichever side she puts her faith in (whether they would allow women to take part or she goes in Mulan style). While there she meets one of the soldiers/warriors and ends up butting heads with them and ordering them to bed rest when they end up either hurt or six. Possible bonding could form? And potential angst if their camp is attacked. 

[saffordstories]

Out in the woods//open rp

And to think, the sky had been shining so brightly when Marian had set out into the woods this morning. 

She thanked the fact that she had Evangeline here with her, promising to herself to give the mare one of the bigger carrots she had stored away for the ride home. With the rain coming down now it was getting more and more difficult to see where she was going. Marian held tight to the reins in one hand, trying hard not to shake too hard, and hold her cloak tight around her neck to keep the hood up. This morning she had planned on hunting, and had snared a few rabbits and a goose before the heavens opened up. She would have liked to also gotten a deer like she had planned. 

But after spending hours out here she was soaked to the bone and needed to take care of her horse. So for now she decided to return home with the prizes she had already caught. Dinner also needed to be started soon. 

It was as she was crossing a rockier terrain that she thought she spotted someone off in the distance, someone lying on the ground. The moment that Marian realized it was another human being, and that they were hardly moving, she hurried Evangeline over to them and nearly stumbled as she slid off her back. Had they injured themselves? Or had they been robbed and left here out in the woods? Surely they couldn’t be sleeping, not in this weather.

Oh god. Please don’t let them be dead.

Reaching the slumped figure she gently placed a hand on their shoulder and tried to get a look at their face. 

“Hello? Please wake up, are you alright?” she asked urgently. 

[saffordstories]

Nightly visitors//open rp

It had been the banging that had woken Marian. Normally she didn’t mind visitors, her livelihood depended on it really. If people didn’t come to her for her remedies then she imagined she would find herself living on the streets very quickly. Or in the woods themselves. She went in there so often it may as well be a second home to her. 

But, this wasn’t what was most important right now. Sitting up in her bed she rubbed her eyes for a moment. There it was again. Someone was insistently banging on her door. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Night. Groaning to herself she slipped on her glasses and found the flint and lit the candle by her bedside. Marian made sure to grab her cloak, wrapped it around her shoulders, and grabbed the candle before exiting her room and making her way to her front door. Even if it was late, she would rather not stand in the doorway in simply her night gown.

Someone had better by on the brink of death, or she was going to be thoroughly irate. 

Passing through her home, at first glance it looked cluttered. Jars, bottles, books, and such items filled most free space. Dried herbs even hung above the fireplace. But it wasn’t messy. Everything had a place, and Marian knew where everything was. Which had been essential a time or two.

When she finally reached her door Marian peered through the small knot hole she had carved out. With it storming outside, and due to the darkness, it was impossible to make out who it was. Sighing the lock was unlatched and the door opened to her unexpected guest. 

“Yes, may i help you?” she asked as she held the candle up.

[saffordstories]

A noble profession

Marian was put out. Leading Evangeline back home by the reins she tugged at the hood to her cloak a bit further to keep the rain that was pouring down from getting in her eyes. It had been good weather when she had set out. Granted a bit cloudy, but nothing that would force her to stay indoors. After some time though, all she was heading home with now were a few rabbits she had caught in some snares she had set up. It was better than nothing. But the rain had cut her hunting trip short. 

Her hold on her horse’s reins tightened as well when they reached an incline. The last thing she needed now was to go slipping down a hill and getting her hunting clothes muddier than they already were. All she wanted to do now was to get home, help anyone that might come for medicine that evening, make some supper, and go to bed. 

That was put on hold though as she reached to top of the hill. 

Just as she was about to descend the other side of the hill a noise caught her attention. Marian’s first thought was that it was an animal that had been trudging through the bushes. Perhaps a bear digging around for food? A cautious hand silently moved to the hunting knife at her side just in case. As she looked around though she spotted the source of the noise. That was most certainly no animal. What in heaven’s name was someone else, besides herself, doing out here?! 

The trek down the hill was done so carefully and slowly. Marian didn’t want either her or Evangeline to end up hurt trying to see what this stranger was doing out here and need assistance themselves. As she drew closer Marian squinted her eyes trying to make out who it was. They weren’t anyone she recognized so far. 

“Hello?! Are you in need of help?!” she called out, raising her voice to be heard over the rain.

@rey-surtrson

[shrapnelsong]

@aobace

     For any healer worthy of their title, a forest would always be a second home. Understanding the nature surrounding them was just as important, if not more, than knowing the bodies they’re meant to aid. A large part of it was becoming acquainted with the whims of the Spirits, gaining their favor, and harnessing their blessings. Alice quite enjoyed that part of her job, venturing into the forest and finding a spot brimming with magic to set up an offering, it was like going on a little adventure.

Ever since realizing that the elementals were musically inclined, she’d been having fun testing out their preferences. Given that she was to return with blessed water, the young apprentice quietly hummed the tune to an old lullaby as she walked along a thin stream, knowing Undine to favor soft melodies and voices instead of an actual instrument. 

She’d been following a type of magic she’d never felt before, something... more corporeal than the gentle presence of the Spirits, a lingering energy left behind in erratic bursts. Alice knew that it was way too aggressive for her to able to carry out a successful ritual anywhere near it, but she simply couldn’t help the curiosity over what type of being could be its source. So she carried on, eventually diverting from the stream and going deeper into the forest, filling the little basket on her elbow with samples of flowers and plants. 

After safely putting a delicate dryad seed inside a small cloth pouch and gingerly tucking it away inside her bag, she looked up to finally come across what she was looking for. Ahead of her on a large clearing was a young man, his tanned skin painted with long healed scars but also littered with fresh scrapes as he playfully wrestled with a dragon.

Halting to a stop, her arms grew limp as she watched them in awe, nearly dropping the basket in her distraction. The majestic winged creatures were far from uncommon, but it was her first time seeing one so close.