Arianda works a blessing on the group, hoping to bolster their fighting skills and free others up to attack…
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Arianda also tries to squeeze through the passage. Despite her lithe frame, she is having a bit of an issue.
Arianda staggers back to a wall and slumps against it, sliding to the floor as she catches her breath.
Arianda continues to push more positive energy out from herself and into her injured companions.
Arianda sends a mnither wave of healing out to Branwyn!
Arianda sends a large wave of healing energy to Cyrene!
Arianda sends out more of her magic at the thing, trying to ignore the shiver that went across her body due to Valda’s smile and the emotion she felt in it due to the link.
Arianda, seeing Valda protect Jorum with magic, reaches out with her own and protects her as well. The two are suddenly connected.
Arianda smiles at Cyrene’s signs, not sure if she kept up with all of it. She was about to reply when the Angel approached with the pendant. Arianda took it in her hands and studied it.
Arianda, it would appear, is the one immediately enamored with the half-rabbit, half-otters! She begins trying to coax them closer…
Arianda places a hand gently on Jorum’s shoulder. ”Thanks for the heads up,” she says as she looks around.
Arianda smiles and attempts to respond. You was welcome. I watch, try burn.
Arianda squats down in front of Cyrene and attempts some signs: Sign Language: ”I don’t know if I’m doing this left. Do you understand bee?”
Arianda looks at the cave, a bit apprehensive. ”Of course, another cave…” Arianda mutters.
It had all ended in such a frenzy. Arianda wasn’t even sure how she had gotten where she was, but there she sat, atop a dinosaur, riding out of the pass. She was still hurt, several wounds from the fight open and bleeding, as she sat numbly in the saddle and rocking back and forth in time with the beasts movements. She let out a hiss as an unexpected lurch caused a sharp pain in her side. She lifted her under padding and looked at her side, revealing a deep laceration there that was luckily mostly closed, but the sudden movement had caused it to reopen and bleed.
Arianda tries to mitigate a bit of the damage that was coming her way as she steps away from the barbarian stabbing at her. She then sees the avalanche and the woman who instigated it and cries out "Avalanche!!!"
Arianda cries out in pain as the tribesmen attack her. She lashes out with her magic before taking a moment to heal some of her wounds.
Arianda plants her feet and draws her sword. She sees Pakano rush Branwyn as the other warriors engage one another. She sends out a bit of magic and there is a flash of gold around Branwyn, which briefly shimmers over her body before fading from sight.
Arianda listens to the fey with a dubious look. She had heard of these and their nature, and took their plea with a grain of salt. ”And how many are there?”
Arianda also sat and watched Argakoa’s ritual a while before making her way back to the communal tent. As she passes Branwyn’s tent and hears the sounds of intense female passion coming from within, she blushes profusely and quickens her pace.
Arianda sees the injury that these Reaver’s are able to deliver, and uses her magic to bind her and Jorum’s spirits once more. Her heart races with both the fear of the warriors as well as the rush of combat she feels through the link.
Arianda approaches Adrissa one moment when the two are alone. ”Hi. We didn’t get a chance to talk before. My name is Arianda, and I’m sure you can tell that I’m not native to this tribe.” She pauses and adds ”The wilds out here are not like those in the south. If you go out alone, you’ll likely die. I hope you’ll reconsider and at least stay until you can safely depart. It may surprise you, but these people aren’t as savage as you’d think.”
”Beautiful,” Arianda mutters as she looks at the dazzling display in awe.
Arianda gasps and lets out a terrified squeal as the ghost and painting assail her! Even so, her training kicks in and she calls forth a burst of positive energy to wash over the area!
Arianda lets more of her own vitality flow into Jorum, and she too clutches her throat and coughs. Once the fight is over, she breaks the link and then lets herself be drug to his side, where she leans on him and asks ”Are you alright?” Seeing Branwyn hurt as well, she says, okay, everybody have a seat and I’ll work on patching everyone up. She then takes some salves and wraps and sets to work.
Once done, she continues on with everyone else, occasionally still rubbing her sore throat.
Seeing the paintings, she mutters ”Beautiful…” before looking closer. ”The stars…they match up to the way the stars are in the sky right now. And the colors, it looks like this is at the very edge of dawn and dusk…it’s so pretty…I wonder what it means…”
Arianda feels her throat tighten up a bit as Jorum is also throttled by the thing. To counter, she sends some healing energy into her bonded companion.
Seeing the creature drop down and charge, Arianda draws her sword to defend herself. But Jorum rushes to meet the creature head on! To support him, she sends some magic his way that creates a link between them, and the two of them suddenly feel a strong bond.
Arianda blushes at his smile before continuing on.
Arianda moves over to the area in question, placing a hand gently on Jorum’s shoulder as she squats down beside him to help try and locate some of the things tracks.
Arianda enters the cave with no small amount of anxiety. Not far in, she squats down and holds a torch near the floor. ”Look…these tracks…they are a bit…odd? The feet are webbed.”
Arianda pushes some healing towards the fallen woman, hoping to end this misunderstanding with no loss of life!
By the time Arianda and her new mount had made it up to the conversation, things had deteriorated dramatically! "Wait! I'm sure this is all just a big misunderstanding! Let's talk this out!" she pleads.
Arianda gently pats the creature, hands trembling but a look of child-like glee on her face. She looks over briefly to Valda when she comments, stammering ”You…you think it will let me ride it?”
Arianda is awe struck by the creature, but notes it’s fear. She approaches it carefully, using soothing coos and clicks to try and calm it.
Arianda had at first been excited at the chance to meet up with some southerners again. Perhaps even find passage to the Crusade which she had been assigned! But alas, it turned out to be more hostilities… She milled about, checking on everyone to see if anyone was still injured, before moving to the rescued hostage. ”Are you alright? What is your name?” she asks, trying to be comforting in her tone.
Meanwhile, Arianda watched from her spot on the furs beside the water for a few minutes before laying her head back down and closing her eyes.
Arianda blushes, but does not answer.
Arianda arches an eyebrow in confusion. ”Oh hush. All I needed was a proper apology,” she says before laying her head back down and closes her eyes. ”I was raised in a militant church. Trust me, there were some…less than proper games played once it was time for bunks. I’ve seen girls kiss girls, boys kiss boys, and girls kiss boys.”
Valda finds Arianda laying out beside the calm waters of the lake. Her furs are layer out beneath her like a blanket, and her armor is sitting beside her with her sword sheath and shield propped up against it. The priestess lays there, body relaxed, and her clothes (the only outfit she actually had) rolled up to allow her skin to soak up what sun it can without making her “indecent.” Her legs, arms, and stomach are left bare. Her eyes were closed as she casually bobbed a knee back and forth to an unheard tune. When Valda's voice interrupted her revelry, her stomach visibly flinched before she opened her eyes and raised her head. She suddenly felt very exposed, but did not want to show fear. ”And you should,” Arianda replies brashly. ”I came to you, trusted you, seeking help. And you humiliated me and took advantage of me.”
Arianda begins to get nervous as she continues to blast through her healing spells. She sends a bit of magic Jorum’s way, but much of the effect is dispersed before it reaches him!
Arianda gasps at how ferocious the ambush attack is! She reaches out with her magic and sends some positive energy to Cyrene!
Arianda crosses her arms across her chest. ”Pakano is a power hungry coward. You lot can have fun dealing with that nonsense yourselves.”
Arianda advances just behind the front line, offering up a blessing from Iomedae to begin bolstering the offensive.
Arianda’s own eyes teared up at the man’s passing. She hadn’t known him long, but he seemed a good man. And a good leader to his people. She sees Jorum step out of the tent and follows him out, wiping her own tears away daintily as she approaches. She places a hand on his back and asks ”Are you alright? Do you need to take some time?”
Arianda wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her arm and blows upwards at a strand of her hair that had fallen down in her eyes as she listens to Jorum talk. She sighed and replied ”It’ll be fine. She took advantage of a situation and I wasn’t expecting her to. But now I know. And as Commander Joehanus told us back in camp, ‘Knowing is half the battle.’” She raises an eyebrow at his last comment and says ”I suppose we will have to wait and see…”
Arianda continued to dutifully tend to the injured of the tribe and the babies and their recovering mother. She made sure to save one concentrated healing spell for Wipa every evening, to help keep her body bolstered through the ordeal of feeding three babies. When she wasn’t, busy with medical responsibilities, she helped with the labor in camp, a task that always left her exhausted and sweaty. She was used to sparring, drills, and the like, but actual labor was foreign to her.
Arianda stops singing when Valda approaches. She looks to Nakta and hands her the baby she was cradling. ”Sorry. I have something to take care of,” she says before turning and heading out, avoiding eye contact with Valda as she does so.
“Arianda, sun not shining on you today.” Branwyn has a look of concern. She is not teasing. The priestess always has a glow. Today, she does not. “I help?” Arianda smiles slightly and nods to acknowledge Branwyn, appreciative of the help. But she remained silent.
Arianda sighs. ”I…I’m not sad. Just…lost. And I don’t know who to trust anymore.”
When it is her turn, Arianda stands, avoiding eye contact with anyone. ”I am Arianda. I…” she starts, but then just turns and sits back down.
Arianda busied herself with tending wounded and helping with the babies, preferring the latter. When allowed, she helps cradle and rock one of the triplets, cooing sweet sounds at it and singing southern lullabies softly.
Arianda stood off to the side of the tent, cleaning her hands and arms of the blood and fluids from the delivery. She had started to rush off to join the fighting, but the moment she saw Wipa fall and heard her cry out, she knew where her place was. She looked back over her shoulder with a small smile on her face before turning back to her hand washing.
Arianda was a bit withdrawn, milling about the camp and making an attempt at cleaning up. But something is clearly bothering her.
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