Splitting Up Is Hard To Do|Clan Fira, Naurorod
Jun 13, 2010 7:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 13, 2010 7:27:29 GMT -5
"Ooh..."
Tres groaned in pain as she sank into a chair and closed her eyes. Forces above, she hadn't hurt this much since... She frowned for a moment, opening her eyes. Since when?
After a second she decided it didn't matter. Closing her eyes again, Tres attempted to ignore the fact that she felt like she'd been beaten, sliced up and then boiled alive.
At any other point in Fira's history she'd have been at the healer, or getting some healing water from Artica, but the insanity of the Nightmare attacks meant that anything less than broken bones or the danger of bleeding to death meant you weren't a priority for seeing Artica, Aideen or Estella for healing - even if you were an Elder. Burns, cuts and bruises weren't enough.
Thinking of her sister reminded Tres that Amneris should be in Flame's room, since Artica hadn't wanted her daughter to see the horrors of the healer's huts. "Amneris?" she called. "I've got dinner, sweetie. Your mother's still working."
It was a pathetic dinner Tres knew, opening her eyes to look at the two bowls of watery stew on the table. The constant attacks of the Nightmares made hunting difficult, and Tres was uncomfortably aware of how strained their resources now were.
There was a limit to how much Sensatia could afford to give them - the farms there were still only just getting to the point where the city was self-reliant. But the attacks also made travel difficult and made it far too dangerous to split the clan. They needed every scout and warrior they had left.
At this rate we'll take care of our over population either by being killed by the Nightmares or starving to death, she thought darkly.
Tres groaned in pain as she sank into a chair and closed her eyes. Forces above, she hadn't hurt this much since... She frowned for a moment, opening her eyes. Since when?
After a second she decided it didn't matter. Closing her eyes again, Tres attempted to ignore the fact that she felt like she'd been beaten, sliced up and then boiled alive.
At any other point in Fira's history she'd have been at the healer, or getting some healing water from Artica, but the insanity of the Nightmare attacks meant that anything less than broken bones or the danger of bleeding to death meant you weren't a priority for seeing Artica, Aideen or Estella for healing - even if you were an Elder. Burns, cuts and bruises weren't enough.
Thinking of her sister reminded Tres that Amneris should be in Flame's room, since Artica hadn't wanted her daughter to see the horrors of the healer's huts. "Amneris?" she called. "I've got dinner, sweetie. Your mother's still working."
It was a pathetic dinner Tres knew, opening her eyes to look at the two bowls of watery stew on the table. The constant attacks of the Nightmares made hunting difficult, and Tres was uncomfortably aware of how strained their resources now were.
There was a limit to how much Sensatia could afford to give them - the farms there were still only just getting to the point where the city was self-reliant. But the attacks also made travel difficult and made it far too dangerous to split the clan. They needed every scout and warrior they had left.
At this rate we'll take care of our over population either by being killed by the Nightmares or starving to death, she thought darkly.