Joran was compliant, and let her work, grunting a little when the arrow was pulled out of his green flesh. His eyes looked a little dim as he got to his feet, still clutching his side. You....Are Wise, Child. He stretched, letting out a breath, trying not to disturb the scarf. The Scarf Will Need To Be...Cleaned.
There was an air of amusement to that. He patted Tallia on the shoulder, smiling softly.
Thank You, Child.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
She smiled herself a little, pleased that she could do something to help.
"I... it's... nothing, really..."
Hm, it seems the effects of the pendant were wearing off... The pendant...? She could have used it back there... She picked it up with a lazy hand and let it slide right back into place upon her chest. Plastering her hand into her face, she sighed heavily.
"Um... don't... worry about the scarf... I'd rather you not die... than for me to continue being fashionable with it..."
Another nervous laugh.
"A... anyway... can you... walk...? We must get you somewhere..."
He grunted, walking ahead, still a little wobbly. I Can Walk. Though I Do Not Think Conventional Medicine Will Help. He looked up at the moon, then back to the hole. We Must Get Moving Before They Follow. Did You Get The Flower?
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
Before he could say anything more, she sifted through the pouch she possessed on her belt, and brought out one of the flowers, smiling happily. After the display, she hastily stuffed it back into the pouch. She moved under him, again placing his arm over her shoulder. Hopefully, this would steady him enough... she didn't want him moving around too much, lest the wound being agitated.
"W...well... I... I hope someone can do... something... I know I couldn't... sit here and let you bleed..."
He kept on, limping a tiny bit, sounding a lot stronger than before.
Well...I May Have An Idea. Conventional Medicine May Not Help, But There Are...Ways. He looked to her. There Is A Ritual I Can Perform. A Mortal Has Not Been Privy To It For Centuries.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
Eventually they found a cave that Joran recognized. Inside a short distance was a small room adorned with crystals that reflected the moonlight that made it inside. There was a trunk with a lock and a firepit. Joran grunted, sitting on the trunk to rest. He threw a box of matches to Tallia and got up to rummage through the trunk.
Light The Fire, Child. This Should Not Take Long.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
Tallia struck a match and lit it, holding it up high to emanate the light through the cave. She was curious of the trunk's contents, and tried to get a close look, but Joran's frame obscured her view. She only hoped what was in it would help him recover...
The trunk seemed a lot deeper than it should have been, from what she could see. There were lots of dark shapes in there, bags and objects she couldn't make out. Joran pulled out a bag and shut the trunk, turning to the fire. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. You May Watch Until You See The Bright Purple Lights. Do You Understand?
He reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of something, throwing it onto the fire. There was a puff of acrid smoke and the fire turned purple.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
She nodded a few times before turning as the light grew purple. Not exactly subject to rituals very often, she was tempted to look, but refrained from doing so to her own dismay.
You May Watch The First Part, Child....In Fact, You Would Be The Second To Witness Such A Ritual.
Black tendrils sprouted from his cloak, waving over the fire, causing trails of smoke to materialize over the fire. They made shapes in the air, letters and numbers and moving, living things.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
Wanting to be the second one to watch something so rarely seen, she turned around in time to see the wondrous display of lights flying about in the air. Awestruck, her mouth fell agape in the presence of the beautiful presentation.
The shapes expanded, filling the room, spiraling out from the center where Joran's tendrils continually drew shapes. More things moved in the spaces between the lines, vague otherwordly shapes she couldn't place. The loose rocks in the cave began to float, untethered by gravity. Suddenly, in the swirl in the center of the lines, a light began to flash.
Now...You Should Look Away. The Sight Would Drive You Mad.