Walking around, Carminda grabbed the bucket of water that Alora gave her, and she slowly walked to each sick person, sliding a little drip of water into the mouth, closed it, then watched the poor people swallow it down with searing pain. She sighed as she touched each person, child, adult, grandparents. She stopped at one little boy in particular, a 5-year old boy with dark hair and dark eyes. He was beautiful, too beautiful to.. die. She cuddled him slowly in her arms and let the water fall into his mouth. He opened his eyes.
"Ehhh..." he murmured, his voice cracked and thick.
"Shh.." Carminda whispered, tears forming in her eyes. She desperately wanted to use her 'powers' to show him how she felt, but she held back. This child should live in a rather 'normal' world, well, more regular than hers.
-- Edited by Mossflower on Friday 12th of February 2010 12:29:24 AM
ooc; Yes, we are in the midlands, basically there are no nationalities or stuff like that, like Dusky said, it's a different world =] And Alora did ask you to carry water so that you WOULD have something to do xD
Alora was carrying some of the people into the hospital room as Lin had finished setting up the cots. They were all light, they'd obviously been like this for days. The old man had given her a few looks as she carelessly put the people into their beds. She didn't want to get sick after all. She sighed as she covered the last of the sick up. For some reason this seemed all too familiar. Something like this had happened before, she was sure of it.
Lin went around giving each sick person some water, which they all drank greedily. "Okay, I'm going hunting. These people need to eat, and I'll need to hunt all day to get enough for everyone. Anyone want to come with?" He pulled his bow out, got his quiver, and waited at the entrance.
__________________
"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Alora shook her head. "No, I think I'll stay here." She knew something was up with this sickness and she wanted to find out what. She walked through the cots of the people looking them over. A few cringed at her red leather, they knew to fear a Mord Sith. She ignored them and thought long and hard. Fever, cold sweat, their faces were flushed and pale. She walked over to the old man. "Wizard, do you have any idea on what this disease is called?"