Small Miracles
Sixth Day of the First Month 293 AC
The little fey thing reminded Vee of her uncle Earg. Now of course her mother's oldest bother had been neither knee-high, blue, nor did he wear a gold-rimmed glass. He did have a gold tooth, or so he claimed at least, but that was not what brought her faded memories of the man to the fore. Uncle Earg had
really liked snares and traps, almost as much as he liked to drink, boasting that he did his best hunting with enough wine an' bear in 'him to put three men under the table. A few of the other villagers even admired grudgingly that it was at least half-way true.
So it was with the little blue spirits, they did their best work drunk on dreams so she
listened to the plans set before her, even though they were shaping it up to be for a place about twenty times the size of what she thought she needed to keep the lightning lizards and fright fiends from running off and whatever Irony's get came out as besides. Ge did however draw the line on some things.
"Ye don't put a spring on a door to make it stay shut on account of the animals 'll break it as soon as you can clap twice, especially something as smart as a fright fiend 'r as strong as an iron bull."
"Couldn't you use magic to keep them gentle?" came the disappointed reply.
"Then what would we be needing springs for..." Then because she really did not like seeing them all sad like that she relented. "It'd work fine for the lightning lizards."
"Urgent message! Urgent message!" one of the fake crows croaked as it landed on the table overturning plans. Then its voice took on a harried but distinctly human tone, Leila's. "A ship came in with lots of sick and some of them are hanging by a thread."
Vee was already willing herself to the docks before the bird had even finished speaking.
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The ship did not look healthy that was for sure. Vee was not an expert on ships but she strongly suspected that was what a sailor would call a leaky old tub... and it certainly was not helped by the lack of a mast. She could see the gangplank was down and someone was coming down, a sailor carrying two unconscious people like they were sacks of beats.
"What the hells are ye doing!?" she shouted, far more loudly then most would assume her slight form could manage.
"Captain said get the plagued sons of bitches off his ship so..."
"Get back up there and lay 'em down gently or I'll make shark feed outa yer guts!" Vee called back. The accompanying roar from the winged tiger behind her might have had something to do with how promptly she was obeyed.
To the girl's faint surprise, Leila who had been standing still as a stature throughout the exchange approached her as she was healing the two. "That's a ship out of the Saltpans from the banner, most folk from there aren't going to be able to talk to you. I'd best come along."
Maybe there was some steel to her after all, Vee thought as she headed up to the ship to sort the dying who would need help right now, from the merely sick who could wait for tomorrow.
The passengers were scared, with a fear that was all too familiar to the young sorceress. She remembered running from that fear, helpless and not knowing where to turn to, but those days were done. She walked among the sick until her magic was spent, an improbable angel of mercy, bringing hope back to those who had almost lost sight of it to soft blessings and tearful smiles. Then she walked up to the captain and punched him in the gut... that too got a few tired cheers.
OOC: A bit of slice of life with Vee.