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Making New Friends {open}
Feb. 10th, 2015 09:29 pmEssie had been on one of her daily walks, the ones she took to clear her head. Not that it was terribly cluttered these days. She'd settled into a routine of wandering around, buying things she didn't need, making elaborate meals for one that were starting to come out more edible than not and puttering around her workshop, honing her skills somewhat haphazardly. But today was looking to be something else.
At first she thought it was her imagination, but after pulling out her earbuds, she realized that she was hearing something coming from a nearby pile of driftwood. Heading closer, she recognized the combination of a whine and a growl but in the depths of the woodpile, all she could make out were a pair of large, pale eyes. It was a dog of some kind. At least she hoped it was a dog, here in Siren Cove she didn't want to make any assumptions. Kneeling down, she peered in closer and the growl turned into a yelp of fear as the dog tried to burrow in deeper. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, Essie started to make out the shape of the huddled animal and was horrified to see that it was badly injured or had been attacked.
"Okay, doggie, just hang tight for a minute." She knew she didn't want to harm or frighten it more, but she needed to get it help. Or, she realized, she might be able to help it herself. She hadn't done anything more than simple healing potions since China, but just maybe.... "Wait here, doggie, don't move. Actually-" She reached into her bag and pulled out her water bottle, whispering a short incantation over it before pouring some into her hand. It stayed perfectly still at her command as she slowly reached into the woodpile to offer it to the little guy. Essie winced at the way he desperately lapped it up, poor thing. Once he'd drank it all he calmed a bit and she even thought she heard the thumping of a tail wag before he abruptly fell asleep.
Sprinting back to her house she dashed into her workshop to get a few things, herbs and a talisman she kept pre-mixed and handy. She didn't need them for this, not really, not after China, but she felt stronger using them. The whole trip to and back from her house took less than twenty minutes and the dog was waking up as she arrived, which was good because having him awake would make this easier. Using the small bowl she brought, she mixed the herbs into some more water, focusing her will and effort. This time, as the dog lapped up the water, she reached behind him to lay her hand on his side, swallowing hard at the feel of sticky blood under her fingers. Her power followed the water into his belly and as she focused, she pulled it into his body, finding the injured places and pushing them back together.
Essie lost track of time, focusing her will into the body of the injured dog, letting her heartbeat follow the rhythm of the sea behind her and the will of the animal beneath her hand. Eventually, she couldn't feel any more injury and falling backward, she found herself shaking from the effort. Shaking and laughing from the absolute rush of it all. From the woodpile, the animal wiggled his way out and stood on her chest, lapping at her face. Now that she could see it, she realized it was a puppy. A very big puppy, but a puppy nonetheless.
Also, a puppy that really needed a bath.
[ooc: Great time to come meet Essie and her new friend, a grey Great Dane puppy she won't have a name for yet, hanging out on the beach while she regains her strength. Feel free to have seen as much or as little of the healing as you like.]
At first she thought it was her imagination, but after pulling out her earbuds, she realized that she was hearing something coming from a nearby pile of driftwood. Heading closer, she recognized the combination of a whine and a growl but in the depths of the woodpile, all she could make out were a pair of large, pale eyes. It was a dog of some kind. At least she hoped it was a dog, here in Siren Cove she didn't want to make any assumptions. Kneeling down, she peered in closer and the growl turned into a yelp of fear as the dog tried to burrow in deeper. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, Essie started to make out the shape of the huddled animal and was horrified to see that it was badly injured or had been attacked.
"Okay, doggie, just hang tight for a minute." She knew she didn't want to harm or frighten it more, but she needed to get it help. Or, she realized, she might be able to help it herself. She hadn't done anything more than simple healing potions since China, but just maybe.... "Wait here, doggie, don't move. Actually-" She reached into her bag and pulled out her water bottle, whispering a short incantation over it before pouring some into her hand. It stayed perfectly still at her command as she slowly reached into the woodpile to offer it to the little guy. Essie winced at the way he desperately lapped it up, poor thing. Once he'd drank it all he calmed a bit and she even thought she heard the thumping of a tail wag before he abruptly fell asleep.
Sprinting back to her house she dashed into her workshop to get a few things, herbs and a talisman she kept pre-mixed and handy. She didn't need them for this, not really, not after China, but she felt stronger using them. The whole trip to and back from her house took less than twenty minutes and the dog was waking up as she arrived, which was good because having him awake would make this easier. Using the small bowl she brought, she mixed the herbs into some more water, focusing her will and effort. This time, as the dog lapped up the water, she reached behind him to lay her hand on his side, swallowing hard at the feel of sticky blood under her fingers. Her power followed the water into his belly and as she focused, she pulled it into his body, finding the injured places and pushing them back together.
Essie lost track of time, focusing her will into the body of the injured dog, letting her heartbeat follow the rhythm of the sea behind her and the will of the animal beneath her hand. Eventually, she couldn't feel any more injury and falling backward, she found herself shaking from the effort. Shaking and laughing from the absolute rush of it all. From the woodpile, the animal wiggled his way out and stood on her chest, lapping at her face. Now that she could see it, she realized it was a puppy. A very big puppy, but a puppy nonetheless.
Also, a puppy that really needed a bath.
[ooc: Great time to come meet Essie and her new friend, a grey Great Dane puppy she won't have a name for yet, hanging out on the beach while she regains her strength. Feel free to have seen as much or as little of the healing as you like.]
