Sohalia
Hadama was as kind as ever in assuaging Sohalia's guilt, and the girl immediately hated herself for needing his reassurance. She should be supporting him right now, not the other way around. Still, she nodded and continued on with her work, sorting supplies as best she could beside the merking. She would need to be stronger for this, for all that was to come, if this was any indication. Gods, what had she gotten herself into, taking upon herself the mantle of Heart of Stormbreak?
Slowly, but surely, things began to settle, and order began to return, under the careful ministrations of their group. When Hadama beckoned a citizen over to take on the task of sorting supplies, she followed along with the merking as he gave new orders.
Fortunately, she was familiar with the layout of Torchline - or, at least, she had been, before it had been all but destroyed. She was fairly certain she could find her way to the fountain, though it would be easier from the air. No sooner had Hadama finished speaking than the girl shifted, leaping into the air as a snowy owl and making her way towards the magical waters of the fountain, carrying a bucket in her talons. It made flight awkward, but it was the quickest way to make it there.
Coming back, however, would be a different story. She wouldn't be able to carry a full bucket in her claws as she flew. So upon arriving at the fountain and filling her bucket, the girl shifted once more into her tide jaguar form, hoping that she would be able to climb over and under any wreckage in her way without spilling the water from her bucket, and began to make her way back to the wounded.
Once there, the Heart went from patient to patient, noting who had been considered the most urgent cases, and offered them the enchanted water from the fountain. For a while, she managed without issue, but eventually, the sight and smell of blood and broken bones and gods knew what else began to get to her. She'd never been surrounded by the wounded like this, had never had to watch people succumb to their injuries even as she attempted to help them. It was too much.
She threw up everything that was in her stomach - not that there was much - and returned to the fray.
Back and forth, back and forth. For hours, it seemed, she flew to the fountain, then trekked back on four paws. And still it was not enough. For the wounded continued to be carried in, and the dead continued to be gathered in rows, and time ceased to exist beyond doing what she could to help them all.
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Sohalia distributes healing waters from the fountain among the wounded!
Slowly, but surely, things began to settle, and order began to return, under the careful ministrations of their group. When Hadama beckoned a citizen over to take on the task of sorting supplies, she followed along with the merking as he gave new orders.
Fortunately, she was familiar with the layout of Torchline - or, at least, she had been, before it had been all but destroyed. She was fairly certain she could find her way to the fountain, though it would be easier from the air. No sooner had Hadama finished speaking than the girl shifted, leaping into the air as a snowy owl and making her way towards the magical waters of the fountain, carrying a bucket in her talons. It made flight awkward, but it was the quickest way to make it there.
Coming back, however, would be a different story. She wouldn't be able to carry a full bucket in her claws as she flew. So upon arriving at the fountain and filling her bucket, the girl shifted once more into her tide jaguar form, hoping that she would be able to climb over and under any wreckage in her way without spilling the water from her bucket, and began to make her way back to the wounded.
Once there, the Heart went from patient to patient, noting who had been considered the most urgent cases, and offered them the enchanted water from the fountain. For a while, she managed without issue, but eventually, the sight and smell of blood and broken bones and gods knew what else began to get to her. She'd never been surrounded by the wounded like this, had never had to watch people succumb to their injuries even as she attempted to help them. It was too much.
She threw up everything that was in her stomach - not that there was much - and returned to the fray.
Back and forth, back and forth. For hours, it seemed, she flew to the fountain, then trekked back on four paws. And still it was not enough. For the wounded continued to be carried in, and the dead continued to be gathered in rows, and time ceased to exist beyond doing what she could to help them all.
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Sohalia distributes healing waters from the fountain among the wounded!
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
