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It had been three days since the fever started and the cough was only getting worse. Khiiral held his son tight against his chance, patting the toddlers back as soothingly as he could. There was a certain tempo that his wife had which he could never grasp. Needless to say, despite him desperately trying to replicate it to hopefully ease his son’s fitfulness, Ríkruisce did nothing but cry. His small round face was red, reminding Khiiral of the big red berries in his homeland that were poisonous until cooked.
“Shh,” Khiiral tried to shush Riki but nothing gave the elf the results he wanted. He sighed deeply, inwardly delving deeper into the sense of forlorn hopelessness. He had tried the medicine he learned from the elves of the Falwood, but it seemed that nothing was doing what it should be. He was no doctor, no medicine man. Whatever affliction Riki had it was beyond Khii’s understanding.
It meant he needed to get help, something he had hoped to avoid before he met up with the others in his group. He had asked others, and when it came to healers, those in big cities or wellknown towns were always suggested. He couldn’t risk being seen there, having such a unique look about him when it came to the elves in this area. He also needed to avoid places frequented often by humans, especially those that had ties to Vel Anir.
So when he heard of a girl who’s pedigree was beyond anyone’s understanding and maybe having questionable skills yet somehow managed to produce welcoming results, Khiiral had to make the decision of going out of the way of his path to meet up with the rebels. For his sons he’d face those consequences later.
It had been four days of his son’s strange affliction and now his second son, Clisteœska, was starting to show similar symptoms. That dry cough and beginning of a fever which marked that it was from Riki. Carrying both of his sons on his back, Khiiral followed the barely there path that would lead him to the hut of this mysterious young healer.
Auria
“Shh,” Khiiral tried to shush Riki but nothing gave the elf the results he wanted. He sighed deeply, inwardly delving deeper into the sense of forlorn hopelessness. He had tried the medicine he learned from the elves of the Falwood, but it seemed that nothing was doing what it should be. He was no doctor, no medicine man. Whatever affliction Riki had it was beyond Khii’s understanding.
It meant he needed to get help, something he had hoped to avoid before he met up with the others in his group. He had asked others, and when it came to healers, those in big cities or wellknown towns were always suggested. He couldn’t risk being seen there, having such a unique look about him when it came to the elves in this area. He also needed to avoid places frequented often by humans, especially those that had ties to Vel Anir.
So when he heard of a girl who’s pedigree was beyond anyone’s understanding and maybe having questionable skills yet somehow managed to produce welcoming results, Khiiral had to make the decision of going out of the way of his path to meet up with the rebels. For his sons he’d face those consequences later.
It had been four days of his son’s strange affliction and now his second son, Clisteœska, was starting to show similar symptoms. That dry cough and beginning of a fever which marked that it was from Riki. Carrying both of his sons on his back, Khiiral followed the barely there path that would lead him to the hut of this mysterious young healer.
Auria
