It had been a while since Kawa had actually gone for a swim, for the sake of swimming. Rather odd for a seadweller, she would admit, but she wasn’t the poster child for her kind to begin with. It’s hard to swim when bandaged.
The sea was calm and quiet around her hive, a welcome reprieve from how busy she had been recently. So many surgeries on so many different trolls, where did they even come from? It had almost become a chore, though she hated to admit it. In the sea no one can bother you. Except for other seadwellers, that is, but Kawa lived far from any settlements.
Running into one was unexpected, to say the least. Even moreso one of her own caste... maybe even higher.
The vivid pink color that clouded the water drew her attention first, a natural curiosity overtaking her. It took her a moment to process what it was, however; blood. And there was someone floating in it.
She swam quickly towards them, the blood mixing with the water filtering through her gills and leaving a strange taste in the back of her throat. Wanting to get away from the cloud of blood, she simply reached out and grabbed whoever- or whatever- had been floating there with little regard to what she was grabbing. She swam away with them in tow, pulling them out of the cloud only to notice it was them making it. The troll she was holding onto was unconscious, if not dead, tyrian blood flooding the waters pouring from numerous gashes all across their body. Quickly she pressed a finger to the troll’s throat, feeling for a pulse. It was there, unsteady and weak, but there.
Without a moment of hesitation, she pulled them along with her towards her hive. A pulse means they could be saved. She didn’t care for how or why this troll was in this state, who they were, who did this to them... they could be saved.
Her mind was focused on this singular task, all exhaustion and burnout forgotten.
Kawa Kei was first and foremost a doctor. And what good was that if she didn’t try?
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The troll who had saved you was oddly sweet. You say oddly, as you know her caste full well, and you know how they usually are. How you usually are. But she was patient, and kind, and nurturing. She said she usually scared people with how she looked instead of her words, but you didn’t care. You can’t see anyways. Well, you mostly can’t see, but that’s for another time. Point is, this troll was being incredibly helpful towards you without even knowing who you were.
You want away from her as soon as possible.
“So, wait, can you like, go from the beginning? How’d you even get in that mess?” She asked so many questions, you can’t tell if it’s curiosity or something worse, but there’s no point in hiding it, is there?
Everything is blurry. But you see it. And you tell her.
Sure is a fine day to set up a small stall near a busy market to try and sell some delicious baked goods! Pies, breads, cookies, cakes, and more line the table, ready for persual and hopefully buying. Would you like some?
Steph and I saw Wicked (the musical) last night at the Jube! It was pretty great, and I like to think I'm a bit of a connoisseur since I saw Chicago on Broadway. Also Steph is impressed that I know how to spell connoisseur on the first try. I reminded her that I am a living recorder.
Anyways Wicked was pretty spectacular, could have used more gnomes though. I supposed Munchkins are a sort of relative of gnomes, but that's like saying Gorillas are good substitutes for humans. Gorillas know nothing of proper gnome care!
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