18th Katti: [Action]

[upontheplains]

[Lyn has been trying for over a year now to actually get enough strength from Kipinn to fly. The most she's ever been able to do, however, is hover an inch off the ground.

So today she's trying a new tactic. Her wings spread wide, or as wide as the tiny Filial wings can get, she forces the wind into them directly, giving herself something to push off of as she begins to flap.

With this wind combined with the air pooling around her feet, pushing up against her, she begins to rise... one inch, then two, until at last she's a foot off the ground. She beams widely, ready to celebrate her triumph over gravity...

When the wind abruptly rips a few feathers from her wings. This is incredibly painful, and she gasps in pain before losing control of the wind, which dissipates. She falls to the earth, landing in a heap. A foot isn't that far to fall, but the way she dropped was twisted enough to give her a nasty gouge on one of her arms and a scraped hand and knee.

She lies on the ground for a moment before the shock caused by the pain in her wings wears off, then crawls her way to her feet, wincing.]

Spirits, that hurts... I think I've tried everything now.

... I wonder if there are any healers nearby.

[Grimacing, she starts to make her way back into the village.]

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[silversnowfall]

[Nephry has really had nothing to do until the draftees return. Agitated, she's taken to just...taking walks.

Which is how she comes across Lyn, struggling along as she is]

Do you need assistance?

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

[Lyn raises her head as the other woman comes up to her, and gives a wan smile that she hopes is reassuring.]

Well, do you know if there's a healer around? Otherwise I'll have to walk all the way to the Battle Dome to use the medical facilities.

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[silversnowfall]

Unfortunately I can't help you, but I do know of more than one healer who hasn't been taken to fight.

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

Do you know where they are? It's not a terrible emergency, but I would like to get my arm looked at, and I'm not sure what the effects of having feathers pulled from my wings will be.

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[silversnowfall]

An unnatural loss of feathers often makes people feel weak and ill. The hospital may be the best place for you, in that case.

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[coldsnaps]

[And coming across Lyn near the village is this guy. Who just happens to be unable to leave anyone that needs help alone.]

Are you all right?

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

I'm not that bad off, I don't think. I wouldn't turn down the services of a healer though.

[She tries to smile. It sort of succeeds.]

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[coldsnaps]

Then you are fortunate.

[Because that happens to be one of his specialties. Which is why he's using Ply on any parts of her that are visibly bleeding (arm, hand, knee) to speed up the healing process rather quickly. If Lyn can see Psynergy, she'll see glowing rings of light around him as he does this, moving his hands near the injuries.]

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

[She can't see the psynergy, which strikes her as odd because on her world magic comes with very visible light-cues no matter who you are, but she's hardly going to complain. As the gash on her arm seals up and the scrapes on her leg and hand vanish, she sighs in relief.]

Oh, thank you. I was hoping I'd be able to find someone quickly. I've had worse injuries than those, but they were all on dirty ground and could have easily become infected.

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[coldsnaps]

Indeed. How did you get those injuries?

[kissdiet.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand at the village's edge, doing some studying and note-taking on local plant-like to re-confirm observations sie made before is Cameron. Who, as Lyndis passes, can't help but make note of thelimp the other has. Erm-]

Excuse me- are you unwell?

[Sie asked as sie stood, closing the journal sie was taking notes in with the same motion]

[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her head when she hears someone call out to her, and turns to greet hir with a weak, embarrassed smile.]

Just a little injury... I was on my way to the hospital to get myself looked at, actually.

[kissdiet.livejournal.com]

Truly? [There's some concern here, honestly. Sie comes close, wondering if there might be a way for hir to help. Well sie's no healer, and... ah well]

Do you need help getting to it?

[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

I should be fine. My leg was only scraped a bit.

[kissdiet.livejournal.com]

Either way, I would be remiss to leave a being to keep up an injured march alone. [At this, sie advances and takes a position beside Lyn] Unless you object to my coming with.

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[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

[watches from a tree]

You're much too big to fly, you know.

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

[She raises her head and gives the little fairy a frown. More because she's hurt than because she's actually annoyed by what he said.]

You've obviously never seen a pegasus before.

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[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

A what?

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

A flying horse. They're much larger than I am.

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[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

A flying horse...? Really? Are there any here?

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[wings-of-ilia.livejournal.com]

[Sometimes, on rare occasions, Florina swallows her social ineptitude, and actually goes outside to take a walk. The fact that these walks coincide with Lyn leaving the apartment is just a coincidence. Yup. She wasn't looking for Lyn either, she just happened to vaguely saunter in her general direction. With a picnic basket. That's her story and she's sticking to it.]

Lyn! L-Lyn, I...!

[She's waving and enthusiastic up until the point where she notices Lyn is limping. Then she freezes up while she tries her best not to panic.]

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

[Florina. BFF. Wife for a week during that experiment we don't talk about. Lyn loves you to death.

But this is a really bad time.]

F-Florina... hi there.

[Strained smile is strained.]

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[wings-of-ilia.livejournal.com]

[On a good day, Florina is socially awkward. On a bad day, Florina is a quivering, timid, overprotective, stuttering wreck. Three guesses as to which one this is.]

L-Lyn! A-are you...y-you're alright, right? You, um, do you, I...

[Her grip on that basket could not be tighter.]

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[upontheplains.livejournal.com]

[So trying to look okay here.]

F-Florina, please, calm down... it's not as bad as it could be, I promise.

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[wings-of-ilia.livejournal.com]

N-n-not as bad? T-then what were you...why were you...I don't...

[Her tone changes from panicked, to panicked and accusatory.]

W-why did you think this was a g-g-good idea?