"You okay, Frostine?"
She nods as she takes some weird looking sleeve things out of her bag. Slipping the sleeves onto her arms her clothes turn into a light blue nightgown, "I guess so...this whole thing just makes me feel a little uneasy and reminds me of other stuff. It's okay...like you guys said, we'll get through this...put that crazy princess on ice and get everyone outta here. I don't wanna leave other people if it can be helped...but first we gotta help ourselves. Who knows what'll happen...all I know is that the things that I was worried about before, I'm not so much worried about right now."
"I gotcha," Jerrica says.
You hear voices in the other room. It sounds like two males and a female besides Corrie.
Frostine suddenly gets quiet and listens to make sure things don't get crazy. She didn't know if she'd actually be able to go to sleep here or not.
The other voices seem a little distraught, but Frostine can't quite make out words.
Rolling her eyes and giving a sigh she gets up out of the bed and wonders into the other room in her nightgown, "Is everything alright Ms. Corrie?" Sometimes she was more curious about things than was probably safe, but she just couldn't seem to help herself. Corrie had been so nice to them, even if she was the figment of some crazy little girls imagination.
"Everything is fine. Some other adventurers decided to show up," Corrie says.
Frostine sees a young elven woman in robes with a broken ankle. The two men with her try to ease her pain. "If that witch hadn't made us weaker, we might have been able to fix this, Nolletta."
The elven woman grunts. "Can't do anything about it now..."
Not being a healer, Frostine isn't quite sure what she can do to help at first. Remembering a time when she and Goldie were out in the woods and she had fallen pretty bad hurting her knee she had used the cold in her hands to reduce the swelling.
She steps forward a little, her long light blue nightgown swaying slightly. Before getting too close to the woman or other two men she inquires a little softly, "I'm sorry about your ankle. I'm not a healer really....but I might be able to do something to help numb the pain and bring down the swelling.....if....if it's alright with you."
The elf sighs. "Go ahead."
Taking a few deep breaths she kneels down on the floor next to the elf named Nolletta, "Okay...it might sting a little bit at first but then it should start to feel better. Tell me if it makes it hurt worse and I'll stop okay?"
She places her hands around the broken ankle without touching it. Closing her eyes she uses the visualization technique that Mr. Jettar had shown her and relaxes as she pictures a snowy day back home, cold but not freezing. She allows a certain amount of cold to emanate from her hands and flow evenly into the woman's ankle until she can feel the cold radiating back into her own hands. Even though she has her eyes closed and is concentrating on controlling the amount of cold she's using, she listens for signs that she might be hurting Nolletta instead of helping her.
Blanketing her entire ankle in a soothing radiating coldness she asks, "How is it? Does it seem to be helping, or am I doing something bad?"
Nolletta grits her teeth. "It's helping...a bit."
One of the men produces bandages from his pack. "I should be able to set it, but it'll be a few days before we can move again."
"That's fine," Nolletta concedes. "I'll still have my foot, unless someone else slays that lich first."
The man with the bandages turns to Frostine. "Thank you. I am Dangren, cleric of Sarenrae. The silent fellow is Ishmael, a man of dubious reputation."
Ishmael sighs. "We've been traveling together for six months and you still say that, Dan."
"You don't murder people, but you steal from them. I consider that 'dubious' at best," Dangren chides.
"Fair enough," Ishmael says with a dismissive shrug.
"And I'm Nolletta," the elf says. "Apprentice wizard."
She nods, "Hello...I'm Frostine...just Frostine. I'm sorry I can't do more. Is...is the swelling down enough now so that you can splint it for her or do you think I should keep it cold just a bit longer? I don't want to risk frostbite cuz I know that's bad. I just thought if I made it cold, it would numb it as well and maybe not hurt so much when he sets it."
"I'll get work on it right away," Dangren says. "Ishmael, set out the bedrolls. This isn't going to be fun."
Ishmael nods and begins laying out their bedding in the front room.
She nods and keeps her hands where they are but moves them far enough from her ankle so that they have room to work once they get her laid out flat. "I can let go of her ankle long enough to help support her head and shoulders while you two help her down to the floor."
Dangren nods. "Come on, Nolletta, let's get you fixed up."
Ishmael and Dangren help the elf to the bedrolls on the floor.
Looking at them she asks, "Would it be better if she were laid on a bed?"
"That would be better," Dangren says.
"There's an extra bed in the room my friends and I are using, I can help you get her in there...or I can have my friend Sig come out and help you. She's a bit more....well, she's just more than me. Ms. Nolletta, what would you prefer? Though I'm pretty sure you're gonna say your damn leg is hurting and you really don't give a rats ass where we put you as long as it gets fixed and you can get some rest. Right?"
"I might have phrased that a little better in front of a new person," Nolletta replies. "But that sounds about right."
She shrugs, "It's okay, I wouldn't feel right sleeping in a bed knowing how much you were hurting." Looking up she says, "If you guys got her trunk and legs I can handle supporting her head and get her to the room if Ms. Corrie would be so kind as to hold the door open for us please?"
Corrie nods and you manage to get Nolletta into the bedroom and on a bed with no issues.
"And what's going on now?" Jerrica asks.
She looks at Jerrica and Sig and says, "This is Nolletta, her ankle was broken and she's hurting pretty bad so she's gonna sleep in here with us because I'm not gonna sleep in a warm comfy bed while someone writhes in pain on the floor. These gentlemen are with her, Dangren who's working on her leg and Ishmael their friend. Sorry bout the commotion guys, but it's gonna get loud for a little bit." She says as she puts her hands back to hovering around her ankle as Dangren gets ready to set it. Looking over at Sig she asks, "Would you mind holding her hand while he does this? I have to be down here keeping her ankle numb, or I'd do it." She asks as she gives the songstress an actual smile.
"I see."
Changed out of her armored dress into a shift, Sig studies the trio in silence for a moment. Frostine was definitely being true to her nature, both innocent and giving. It was deinitely one of the things she liked most about the ice sorceress, but at the same time, Sigridrifa was not about to forget that only one team could win and they were going to be pitted against each other. The others would bear watching closely.
With a nod, she moves to the woman;s side taking her hand. While not adept at healing, she'd been through enough to know that what was about to come would go better if Noletta were distracted. As the others prepared to set her ankle, Sig begins singing, a gentle lullaby, infusing it with her magic, seeking to lull her, taking her mind away from the pain.
Looking up at Sig she gives her a look of gratitude for what she's doing for Nolletta. Looking back at the other three she says, "I will not fight other people that have been brought here and are just as innocent as we are for that sick sadistic spoiled princess heifers amusement. If we have to play this game, then we'll play it by our rules...not hers. I refuse to be bent to anyone else's will ever again, or submit to some brat who just needs a good beating and maybe a time out. This whole thing is sick and wrong and we're gonna figure out a way to get everyone back to their homes...including the faeries she abducted for her little game. We are not toys and I for one refuse to be treated like one. I don't know really how yet....but we're gonna stop her. Even if it means I never get to see home or.....or other people again." She gives a little decisive nod of her head as if to say that's that.
Dangren starts setting Nolletta's leg. "Thank you, both of you."
Ishmael folds his arms and shakes his head. "It's nice that you want to play fair and do the right thing, but, after a while, people are going to start letting go of these notions of helping others and not murdering others. I just hope when you realize this, it isn't too late."
"What he means to say is that he likes your ideals but doesn't know how realistic they are," Dangren says, shifting Nolletta's foot. "He does have a point though, but we're grateful for your help. Plus...Sarenrae would frown on me becoming a killer for my own gain."
As she stands up she stomps her foot, "No....I refuse to stoop to that. I'll defend myself and my friends, but I will NOT just start attacking people. It's ridiculous. Though I wouldn't mind going after that little egocentric crazy girl, she gives princesses a bad name and it pisses me off."
"Be that as it may, not everyone will share your outlook, Frostine. We just need to be careful."
She sighs as she sits back down heavily on her bed, "I guess you're right...." She says sounding slightly defeated.
Keeping her song going to ease Noletta's discomfort, Sig gives Frostine a sympathetic look before sharing a glance with Jerrica. Not attacking unprovoked was different from putting down someone who tried to do them harm.
Dangren tightens the bandages around Nolletta's ankles. "That should do it..."
Frostine quietly gets up off of her bed and goes to Nolletta and covers her up with the blankets before going back to her own bed and getting under the covers herself. She lays her head on the pillow with one of her hands tucked under her cheek, "You can go rest easy, we'll make sure she's okay." She says softly, her young blue eyes looking troubled.
Dangren and Ishmael head back out to the main room to sleep.
Frostine just lays in the bed with her eyes open as she tries to relax and not think too much about things.
Jerrica turns over and sighs. "I guess being here isn't all that bad."
"It could definitely be worse." Sigrdrífa says getting into bed herself."But we still need to beware of whatever else that crazy little girl has to throw at us tomorrow." she says with a yawn.
She sighs right before yawning herself, "I just can't help but think that if enough of us banded together we could take that little girl down a peg or two and get her to release all of us. But for now I guess we just need to be concerned with surviving."
The night passes uneventfully and you awaken the next morning to the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast.
She sits up in the bed and stretches before getting up and straightening the bed. Thinking for a moment, her nightgown suddenly changes to a summer type dress of green with gold trim and lace at the bottom. She goes over to Nolletta's bed and sits on the edge of it carefully so as not to move her leg too much, "Ms. Nolletta, it smells like Ms. Corrie has breakfast ready. Would you like me to bring you some?"
The elf manages a sort of smile. "Yes, please...and thank you."
She gives her a small smile of her own as she nods her head, "Okay, be back in a bit."
She goes out to the kitchen and checks on breakfast, "Good morning Ms. Corrie. Is there something that I can take some breakfast to Ms. Nolletta on? I don't think she should try getting out of bed just yet."
"Of course," Corrie says, picking up a small wooden tray. "Her and the others are welcome to stay here as long as they need to. Not many adventurers trust a cottage in the woods these days."
She plates up some eggs, bread, cheese and meat and hands it to Frostine. "There is a town past this forest. There are people who need help there with some tasks. Perhaps they can help you as well in return."
She takes the tray carefully as she nods, "Yes Ms. Corrie, and thank you. I'll come back out to get her drink."
She takes the tray back in to Nolletta and helps her sit up in the bed a bit before laying the tray on her lap, "There you go, I'll be right back with something for you to drink."
She comes back a short time later with a glass of some orange looking liquid, "There ya go ma'am, that should help a bit." She goes to her bed and brushes out her hair before putting it up.
"Thank you, Frostine," Nolletta says. "If you're venturing out today, beware of the trees. That's how my ankle got broken. We didn't expect them to come to life and grab us."
Her eyes get a little large, "Oh...oh I see. Yes, we'll be very careful. Thank you for the warning." She says as she puts her hair into a braid and ties it at the bottom with a bit of ribbon.
"Walking candy cane trees..." Jerrica mutters, pulling her armor on. "This'll be a fun day."
She shrugs, "Maybe I can freeze them? I don't have a problem hurting trees. We'll just have to be careful is all." She says as she pulls her boots back on.
"No using my words against me," Jerrica says, before heading to the main room for breakfast.