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Author Topic: Healer in Distress  (Read 488 times)

Description: tag Geir, open...help a poor girl out

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Healer in Distress
« on: Mar 28, 18, 09:36:35 AM »
Braelynn sighed as she locked the door of her clinic; it had been a long day in a week of long days. There had been some sort of virus traveling through the city and Braelynn was unsure what the cause was. So many children had come to see her that she was going to have to buy herbs for medicines if she didn’t want to over-harvest her garden and destroy it. Braelynn HATED to buy herbs if she could help it – she was never completely sure they would be the right potency.

As she turned away from the small building she rented, Braelynn smoothed her face of its irritation, putting on icy aloofness the way some women put on cosmetics. Her clinic wasn’t far from the flat she shared with Geir and the others, but she still had to get there and she just did not want to be bothered by anyone else today.

“Darkness a glass of wine would be heavenly” she muttered to herself as she walked as briskly as she could. Mother Night, but she was tired. As she traced the shortest route between the clinic and home, Braelynn nodded politely, albeit coolly to those people she recognized; some were patients and some just people she saw on the streets every day. She breathed deeply, enjoying the sounds and smells of the late afternoon.

Three blocks from the flat Braelynn put a little extra spring in her step. Just a few more minutes and she would be home. She could have a long hot bath and a large glass of that exquisite red blend she’d bought herself for her birthday.

A piercing scream tore through the air. Braelynn’s had snapped around, that kind of scream usually meant she was going to be needed. Her tiredness forgotten, Braelynn sprinted down the side street. As she pushed through a small knot of people, the dark haired healer came to an abrupt stop. Someone needed her help alright – a Warlord was on the ground, clutching at a wide gash under the left side of his ribcage. A young girl, possibly his daughter since she couldn’t have been more than fourteen, was kneeling beside him, crying. The small part of Braelynn’s mind that hadn’t frozen at the sight of a man assumed that the girl was the one who had screamed.

Braelynn stood there, frozen for long moments, as the Warlord continued to bleed. The girl looked up and straight at Braelynn. “Healer! Help him, he’s bleeding so much!”
Braelynn stood there, shaking. “I – I – I – “ she stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence. She couldn’t get that close to the man, she just couldn’t but he was bleeding and she could help and she had to help but she couldn’t. Finally Braelynn calmed her shakes to mere trembles and wove a healing shield to stop the blood flow. “I – I – I c-c-c-can’t do more. I’m sorry, I can’t.” She turned away, still trembling, her face leached of color, tears threatening, but she didn’t leave yet. She couldn’t make her feet move. Braelynn prayed someone would get another Healer so she wouldn’t have to go near the man.

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #1 on: Mar 31, 18, 12:52:53 AM »
Geir was tired, though not in a bad way. It was that deep, pleasant sort of ache in his muscles and bones that bespoke of a worthwhile day's work. The young Warlord typically enjoyed that sort of tired because it meant he'd accomplished something that day (as opposed to the amount of energy he still had after a day at the Territory Court), and it was an ache that was more and more common with the passing days of his ownership of the bar.

Today it had been cleaning out the storage rooms and the warehouse that was home to much of the bar's excess stock. He'd decided to go actually check the building out before the security webs he'd purchased were going to be erected and found it to be in a surprising amount of disarray. From the morning well into the early evening he'd spent organizing it and throwing out anything that was unusable, even with the use of Craft it had been a tedious effort. One that was well worth it, though, despite the soreness he was currently feeling.

Dropping down from the Summer Sky Wind, he notion of dinner and probably a nap were what pushed his footsteps forward the last few blocks toward the flat, though his trek was cut short by an earsplitting scream just down the opposite side of the street. The Glacian's head snapped in the direction of the noise and, seeing as nobody else was particularly fussed about the matter for whatever reason, he moved quickly to make his own way over and see what was going on.

Reaching the scene, Geir was more surprised to see a shaking and panicked-looking Braelyn than he was to see the obviously knifed Warlord laying on the ground (cutpurses and the like were hardly uncommon this close to Goth), along with who he could only assume was the man's daughter pleading for help.

"Brae, hey..." He knew his friend would be reluctant to heal the stranger if only because of her fear of unknown males, but he'd literally passed no other Healers and couldn't recall any who lived nearby. The Warlord sent a reassuring message along the Summer Sky thread to both father and daughter, promising they'd help, he just... needed to get Braelyn to calm down.

"It's okay... Hey... I know you don't know him, but we gotta help him, Brae. There's nobody else around, you know?" He continued, moving closer to his friend and placing a hand on her arm in the attempt to spark some courage within her. "I'm right here, I won't let anything happen to you, but we gotta help him. Can we do that? D'you think we can help him out, you and me?"

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #2 on: Mar 31, 18, 03:04:25 PM »
Braelynn held the shield that stopped the flow of blood, unable to do anything else as she stood there trembling. Then she heard Geir's voice. Geir! He was here, he would help. Geir would --! Then his actual words penetrated her frightened mind and she wanted to laugh. Of course Geir would want her to help the stranger; it wasn't just what he did, helping people, it was who he was. Hadn't he helped her the same way?

Still, just having Geir there anchored Braelynn, steadying her. She could do this, she'd help the Warlord, for Geir. Stiffening her shoulders, Braelynn sent a wisp of psychic thought to her friend, like a kiss on the cheek, in wordless thanks. She stepped closer to the downed man and knelt, holding her hands with the Purple Dusk rings over the wound in his side. "I stopped the bleeding for now," she murmured. "This isn't the best place to do a Healing, but we can't move him. The knife hit an artery." The healer called in her supply bag. "We'll have to clean this. Geir, can you get the green bottle out of my bag please, and pour it over the wound? It won't feel good, but it will keep infection from setting in. I'm too tired to do it with my Jewel."

Knowing she could count on her friend to do as she asked, Braelynn continued working. She called in a small sharp knife; it had to be kept separate or it would break her medicine bottles. To the girl still crying, Braelynn said in as soothing a manner as she could, "I have to cut the tunic away. It won't hurt him." As the girl nodded, Braelynn put actions to her words, cutting a wide panel out of the man's shirt, fully exposing the wound. After Geir poured the contents of the green bottle over the gash, Braelynn smeared a bluish paste in the wound and bound it quickly and tightly with a clean bandage, using just a drop of her Jewel's strength to infuse the bandage and keep it in place. "There," she murmured. "The paste will knit the flesh over the course of the next three days. He'll have to go easy on it and not move too much. Don't get the bandage wet until after three days have passed." As she finished speaking, Braelynn quickly stood, putting Geir between her and the Warlord still on the ground. She looked at her friend as if seeking confirmation that she'd done the right thing.

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #3 on: Apr 01, 18, 01:37:26 AM »
Geir knew Braelyn was petrified of males she didn't know (and with good reason, to be sure), but he very well couldn't leave the man to bleed out on the ground in good conscience in the slightest. It would've taken far too long to go hunting down another one and could've made the injuries worse if they tried to move him in his current state. So the Glacian could only hope that he'd be able to unnerve his dear friend enough in order to at least patch the other man up and get them on their way.

When he felt the brush of Purple Dusk against his barriers, Geir relaxed a little and flashed Brae an encouraging smile and nod. It was confirmation enough that she was willing to acquiesce his request and he made a mental note to make up for the stress of the situation later. It couldn't have been an easy thing to oblige, but Geir was certain she knew that he'd not let anything happen to her on his watch.

He was silent, quick and efficient when she started to instruct him as to what bottles to pull out of her satchel and what to do with them, pouring the green, viscous liquid onto the gash first before standing back up and taking a step back. Watching his friend work was always fascinating, the nuances that came with other sects of Craft that he didn't possess access to were intriguing and intricate, so his attention was laser-focused on the process before she finished up. It was all done pretty quick, and to put Braelyn at ease he rested a hand on her shoulder momentarily, as well as snapping up a Summer Sky shield around her when she swiftly moved to put distance between herself and the strangers.

Geir leaned down enough to help the older Warlord up and brush off any dirt upon the other man's clothes, making sure the father-daughter duo could get home alright. After a brief conversation and several reassurances (as well as thank yous being exchanged over his shoulder to Braelyn), the blond bid the pair a safe rest of the evening and waited for them to turn the corner before he turned his attention back to his friend.

"See? You did it. I knew you could. I'm sorry to have put you in that position, but thank you for helping him," the Warlord began with a soft smile, extending his arm for Brae to take if she so wished. "Guessin' ya were headin' home? Me too, I'll walk ya. Ya can tell me about your day."

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #4 on: Apr 01, 18, 10:36:03 PM »
Braelynn relaxed just slightly as she felt Geir's Summer Sky shield go around her; it wasn't that she couldn't shield herself with her own Purple Dusk, or even her birthright Summer Sky, but more that her friend was willing to protect her that helped her relax. Braelynn knew she could count on Geir to keep her from harm – it was just so hard to let go her fear. She watched the big blond Warlord help up her patient and send him and his daughter on their way. She couldn't help herself, Braelynn had to keep Geir between her and the strangers, even as they tendered their thanks, the strange Warlord still unsteady on his feet.

The dark haired Healer was still trembling as she answered Geir's encouraging smile with a tremulous  one of her own. "Thank you," she said softly as she accepted Geir's arm. "I was on my way home. Will you have a glass of wine with me when we get there? I really need one now."

As the pair turned to continue on towards their flat, Braelynn felt the tension flowing out of her, and was even more grateful for Geir's arm on hers...her legs were turning to jelly. "My day was more of the same illness I've been seeing in the children all week. I don't think it's serious though, just uncomfortable mostly, even if all I can do is treat the symptoms. I did have to help one woman who had had a difficult childbirth. It drained my Jewel somewhat." She turned her head to look up at her friend, "What about you? Were you at the tavern today?"

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #5 on: Apr 03, 18, 02:24:04 AM »
While not a Warlord Prince, Geir was still plenty shades of protective and cautious about people that were his, of which Braelyn fell into that category easily as one of his oldest friends since arriving in LT at this point. He relaxed a little when she accepted his arm, slowing his pace to match hers when he noticed the slight tremble in her step still.

"You're very welcome. Least I can do for ya." That was his way of thinking on the matter, if nothing else. He'd asked a tremendous thing from her even if to outside parties it didn't appear much more than a standard healing. "Glass of wine sounds like it'll hit just the spot, I'd be more than happy to kick back and relax with ya for the evening."

A small frown marred his usually jovial expression as Brae explained what she'd dealt with over the course of her day. That certainly made his lugging of crates and junk seem a hell of lot more trivial in the grand scheme of things. "Pattern illness, huh? Like a cold or a flu or somethin'? Or is it worse than that? Anything I can do to help?" There likely wasn't, but he wouldn't be him if he wasn't offering some kind of assistance.

"I hope the mom and kid are both okay? We'll getcha some dinner when we get back too, don't need you runnin' around with your jewels half-empty." It was worded gently enough to be mistaken for a request, but there was just enough insistence that one who knew him would know that there'd be no debating on food.

"Yeah, it was runnin' pretty smoothly today so I went down to the storage warehouse and cleaned out all the all junk and organized everything. We're gonna be gettin' some fancy security webs and spells put up around the warehouse and the bar itself. Met a Black Widow who offered to sell me some at a good deal. She was real nice, interestingly, and apparently the Hourglass Coven Leader," the Glacian explained casually as they continued their trek. The interaction with Kasidhe Sheane had been... interesting to say the least, if not a little distantly concerning on the behalf of his own mother. Though he didn't need to concern anyone else with that at the moment, he figured.

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #6 on: Apr 03, 18, 05:27:11 PM »
Braelynn leaned just the tiniest bit into Geir, letting his size and presence further smooth out her nerves. She smiled when he agreed to enjoy some wine with her, hopefully he hadn't had other plans she was messing up.

She laughed softly when Geir asked if he could help with the illnesses popping up at the clinic; that was so very like him. "No, it seems to be a virus of some sort; a little more uncomfortable than a cold but not quite on the level of a flu. I think the worst thing about it is the poor mothers who have to deal with children who are miserable, and yet still so full of nervous energy. Its a taxing combination."

Braelynn eased her grip on Geir's arm just the tiniest bit, she didn't want to cut off his circulation after all. "The babe is fine, he was a little over thirteen pounds at birth though and with a big head too. The mother will be fine after some rest. I suspect the father will be sleeping on his own for a while though."

She winced at Geir's mention of food. Truly, she was so nauseous right now that she probably wouldn't be able to keep anything down. Maybe she could distract him from it? That was probably wishful thinking.

She listened about the tavern, "Security webs are a good idea. Maybe...maybe you could get some for the tavern that are intent based? Ask the Black Widow if she can keep bystanders from being pulled into any brawls that happen? I think I'd like to see your tavern."

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #7 on: Apr 06, 18, 11:58:44 PM »
The declination for his assistance wasn't unexpected, so Geir took it in stride and with his usual, easy smile while they continued their short trek back to the flat. Brae could be pretty stubborn sometimes, especially when it came to her patients, but he understood that. Not like he'd have truly been much help with actual healing-related things anyway. "Still, I'd say that sounds pretty terrible for all involved. I know I was a right pain when I was sick as a kid," he reminisced with a small laugh, no shame evident as he spoke of it. He'd definitely not been a good patient, and had always possessed that surplus of energy that made sick kids even more restless.

"If ya think of anythin' I can do to help, lemme know, yeah? Even if it just involves bringin' some hot soup or tea or somethin' for your patients that day." Between his connections at court and now the bar, he had plenty of resources available to make good on such an offer, and Brae had need but even ask for him to make good on it.

"Well I'm glad they're okay, at least," the blond remarked genuinely about the family and their newborn babe. He'd no inclination of becoming a parent anytime soon (despite how much playful grief he'd give his mother about doing just that), but he couldn't even imagine the emotions that ran rampant during labor, much less if it went the negative route instead.

Nodding along, Geir listened attentively as the Healer continued and made some additional points on the matter. "That might be a possibility. I can ask her. Sort of somethin' like... a trap web, except the opposite? Triggers a defensive shield around anyone nearby instead of somethin' malicious?" It sounded doable, but he wasn't even remotely a Black Widow so he had no idea if that was something that could be achieved. "And of course! Please, swing by anytime. S'just in Low Town near the docks, ya can't miss it. I'd love for ya to drop in and check it out. I kept meanin' to ask ya, but I know you've been real busy lately."

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #8 on: Apr 07, 18, 02:19:00 PM »
Braelyn relaxed when Geir took her suggestion, although it was kind of a request really, seriously and didn't tease her for her fears. Not that she really expected him to, he wasn't that kind of a guy, but then fears usually aren't rational. As the pair reached the door of the flat, the Healer looked up at her large friend. "Tomorrow is a day off. Does your place serve lunch or just drinks? I'd love a lunch I didn't have to make for myself. I want to be as self-indulgent as possible tomorrow."

As they walked into the building, Braelyn felt more at ease than she had since before she'd left her clinic. She was reluctant to release her grip on Geir's arm though. Still, she made herself let go and smiled up at him, "Let me change, and get the wine? I've got a fantastic red blend, one of my favorites."

As she moved down the hall, she called over her shoulder "Where do you want to sit and relax?" Once she was in her room, she quickly changed into some loose lounging pants and an over sized mock turtle neck long tunic in her favorite dark golden color. She slipped on her fuzzy house shoes and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses from the cabinet in her closet. She headed back to Geir, a pleased smile on her tired face. "Sorry to keep you waiting Geir. Thanks for keeping me company."


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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #9 on: Apr 08, 18, 03:21:45 AM »
"We sure do! Got a few different specials goin' on tomorrow, even. Couldn't have picked a better day to be off," Geir encouraged with a smile. "You can meet some of the other staff there. They're really nice, I think you'd love 'em." Naturally, he'd hold off on introducing most of the male staff, or at least up close, but he was sure Brae would enjoy Nina and maybe even the feisty Cora. It'd be a good time, he thought.

Geir dipped his head as the Healer withdrew her grip on his arm and moved further into the flat. Changing sounded like a fantastic idea, especially when he was covered with all kinds of dirt and dust from the warehouse, so he did the same after wandering into his own room. He stripped off his current attire and tossed it into the nearby hamper before pulling out clothes far more suited to comfort and lazing around the house so he could go back out into the living room and meet Brae.

"Livin' room's as good as any," he suggested when she emerged from her own room with glasses and a bottle of the red wine in hand. "Ladies first." Gesturing with a bit of faux grandeur, Geir plastered a broad smile on his face before following his friend towards the couch and practically flopping down onto one side of it, his feet automatically going up to rest on the small coffee table that was placed in front of it. "Anytime, y'know it's always my pleasure to kick back with ya."

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #10 on: Apr 09, 18, 01:53:23 PM »
Braelyn rolled her eyes playfully at Geir's overdone gallantry to usher her into the living room, but she giggled slightly too; she could always count on him to put a smile on her face. She walked in, heading to the far side of the coffee table so she could set the wine glasses down and call in her corkscrew to open the wine. Once that was done, she vanished that and called in her aerator, popping it into the top of the wine bottle. She poured two full glasses and handed one to Geir before sitting down with the other, careful not to spill it.

Braelyn leaned back on the couch, finally letting herself relax fully, she never felt safer than when she was here like this. Taking a sipping at the red wine, Braelyn closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure at the taste. "I really needed that," she murmured quietly. Abruptly, she opened her eyes, leaned forward to set her glass on the coffee table and turned to fully face Geir. "Thank you," she said simply. "I reacted on instinct to the scream, but then I just couldn't make myself not react to a stranger. I don't think I could've helped that man if you hadn't come along. You probably saved him." She picked up her wine glass again, but didn't drink as she stared shamefaced at her reflection in the surface of the wine. She knew Geir understood her fears, hell he’d been the one to find her and set her on her feet again, so to speak, but still, Braelynn couldn’t help but be ashamed at what she saw as a weakness.

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #11 on: Apr 20, 18, 02:46:53 AM »
When Geir felt the subtle shift in the air as his friend finally seemed to fully relax for the first time since he'd come across her this evening, he did the same in kind. He was usually pretty relaxed all on his own accord, but around those such as his mother and his friends (despite being lower-casted and lighter-jeweled than most of them), instinct kicked in as it rightfully would have in any other male of the Blood. He was easy to smile, laugh and joke, but at the end of the day he was at his most easygoing when those around him were safe and smiling too.

Wine wasn't necessarily his go-to drink of choice, but even as he took a couple generous sips from the glass, he was at least pleased by the flavor of it. Some of them could go from one extreme to the other - bland or tasting like it'd been made shoddily in someone's bathtub. Brae had great taste though and he'd known she wasn't going to steer him wrong with her selection. As she elaborated and further went on to thank him, the Glacian shook his head with a warm smile.

"Don't even mention it. Y'know I get it. He was a stranger and also, well... a he." Her aversion was entirely understandable given what she'd been through, and Geir was never going to be the one to try and push her too hard to face that fear, for concern that it would only make it worse. It felt like something she had to take her time with and conquer on her own terms and at her own pace. "I'm real proud of ya for it though. You handled it amazingly, really."

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #12 on: Apr 20, 18, 08:48:28 PM »
Braelyn flushed hotly at Geir's praise, despite not feeling as if she deserved it. She then gave him a brilliant, if tired smile. "How is it you are always able to say just the right thing?" She took a healthy swallow of her wine, again savoring the taste. "I truly do not know what I'd do without you Geir."

The dark haired healer leaned back against the couch again, crossing her ankles in a lady like pose, trying to get herself comfortable. "Tell me about the people you have working at the tavern, what do they do for you?" She continued sipping at her wine. "What about the Black Widow you mentioned? How did you meet her? What does Kelda think?"

Braelyn winced as she felt her shoulder seize and tried to rub surreptitiously at the base of her skull, down to the spot between her neck and her shoulder, hoping to ease the knots in sore muscles somewhat as she spoke, thinking that if she kept Geir talking, just maybe he would forget about the food he'd mentioned earlier on the way home, at least until after she’d already gone to bed. She was too tired, too sore to eat; really too tired and sore to want to do anything but drink her wine and go to sleep early when Geir got tired of hanging out with her. She’d relaxed, but with the relaxing of the fear induced tenseness came an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that would not welcome the intrusion of food.

"Has anything entertaining happened yet? What kinds of drinks do you sell the most of?” She almost asked about the specials on the board for the next day, but realized that would probably remind him of the thing she wanted him to forget.

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« Reply #13 on: Apr 30, 18, 11:44:12 PM »
"Oh, y'know, it's part of my charm. What can I say?" Geir replied jokingly, matching the dazzling smile she gave him with a grin of his own. If one had asked him, he wouldn't have presumed to say that was quite true because he definitely didn't always feel like he knew the right thing to say, but he appreciated the compliment if nothing else. He was young and had tons of life experience ahead of him to earn, he simply kept afloat by being optimistic and trying to keep those around him in good spirits too.

"Uh, well... there's one of the bartenders, Tom, he's been there since the place opened, he's been one of the biggest helps in the whole thing. There's Cora - sassy Hearth Witch who runs the whole back of the place like a clockwork machine. She uh... I messed up her inventory the first time we met, so she wasn't too happy 'bout that," he laughed a little in between the pause.

"But we sorted it out and have been getting on better. Another bartender, Nina... she's really swell too. Knows all kinds of impressive tricks, like bottle flipping and doing things all fancy-like. Really easygoing, has the best laugh..." he drifted off then, something of a particularly fond smile remaining on his face even while he left out the notion of how adorable he thought the redhead was.

This reverie was cut a little short at the mention of Kas and then his mother, blinking a couple times before the expression on his face turned sheepish. "Well... ma doesn't know, so there's that." Geir cleared his throat and raked his fingers briefly through his hair. "But she uh... came in randomly for a drink and we just got to talkin' about it. I dunno if ma actually deals with the Coven so I didn't wanna start any trouble by bringin' anything up, y'know?" The plea for Brae to also not bring up the subject to Kelda went unspoken, but he was certain she wouldn't anyway.

Finished with the wine for the time being, Geir leaned to the side to place the glass on the nearby coffee table, catching the slight wince from his Healer friend as he settled back against the couch. Tilting his head, he gestured briefly at the manner in which she started rubbing at it. "Need some help? I can probably work that kink right out if ya want," he offered with a smile.

Whether she accepted or not, the Warlord continued to address the rest of her questions. "Nothin' too outstanding, but the tenth anniversary of the place is comin' up so I was thinkin' of throwing some kind of gig for it too attract some extra business. Get some fancy live music, have the bartenders come up with some new drinks for the occasion, stuff like that. I think it'll really help the place out a bit more."

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #14 on: May 09, 18, 05:45:04 PM »
Braelyn raised a slight eyebrow at Geir's evasiveness regarding the Black Widow and her potential connection to his mother or more specifically the likely lack of such a connection, but she wouldn’t say anything further, now or at another time unless he brought it up himself. When her friend offered to take care of the kink in her neck, Braelyn gave a grateful smile, "That would be wonderful Geir, thank you so much." She let her own hand drop away and turned slightly to let him work his magic, sighing as he did so.

"A big event at the tavern sounds fun. Maybe get a couple of singers to go with the live music? Or performers of some other type? Or maybe you could have some sort of contest, see if any of your customers could come up with a new drink...maybe make the drinks at the event itself and have people vote? The person who creates the winning drink could win a free meal or something. I might even have some ideas for a drink myself.”


She set her own empty wine glass down on the coffee table. She would have more wine in a bit, but the Healer was afraid she would drop it if she relaxed too much while Geir was rubbing at her shoulders. “Do you have any kind of regular entertainment in the evenings? Someone who can play drinking songs on the guitar or something? The innkeeper back where I grew up told me once that people who sing are people who drink…” She trailed off just willing the last of the tension and pain to leave.

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #15 on: May 15, 18, 11:36:14 PM »
Geir was silently grateful when Braelyn didn't press any more regarding the matter of Lady Sheane and his mother. While it was something that worried him on a level, he knew that even if he'd brought it up to his mother she would've probably brushed it off and professed that she could take care of herself regarding the matter. Not that he doubted such a thing, but a Coven was a whole group of Black Widows and Kelda Voll was but one (even if a very strong, talented one), if she hadn't paid her due diligence to them...?

The Warlord frowned to himself and shook his head of it, swallowing back the concern that only seemed to rise the more he thought about it. He'd ask her about it soon. Maybe. It was a son's right to be concerned and she would surely understand that, but it wasn't a matter for right now so instead he turned his outward attention to his friend and rested his hands upon her shoulders as per his offer. "Of course, Brae," he added while his fingers and palms worked firmly at the tension he felt beneath the Healer's muscles.

"I think... those are all amazin' ideas, actually. We do have a couple contracts with people as far as entertainment goes, but it's mostly on the weekend since that seems t'be when the most people show up. I think I could scout around and try to see if any new blood would be interested in livening up the place for sure. And a drink contest? That's really creative, I like that one a lot! You might be better at this whole thing than I am," he laughed his easy laugh, grin turning broad once more.

"Might be a good idea to diversify a bit with the entertainment, I think you're right about that. Maybe could turn it into a whole... I dunno... grand reopening kinda thing? Maybe remodel the place a bit or update some of the stuff around the bar." He wasn't an accountant but it sounded like a money sink, which was the opposite of what he wanted, but... if it brought in more people in the long run wasn't that the point?

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Re: Healer in Distress
« Reply #16 on: Jul 17, 18, 10:50:22 PM »
Braelyn groaned a little in relief  as Geir’s fingers hit a particularly tense spot in her neck smoothing out the knot. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to mix pineapple juice, coconut water, and rum. That seems like it would make a particularly exotic drink. I bet it would really pack a punch too.”

She listened fondly as Geir took her idea even further, talking about remodeling for a grand re-opening. “That could be fun. If you want, I can give you my thoughts after I see the place tomorrow?” she offered tentatively.

As the dark-haired Healer felt the knot in her neck muscle finally release, she pulled away from her friend. She picked up the bottle and turned, offering it to him. “Refill?” she asked.

Whether or not he accepted, she poured herself a refill, although she didn’t fill it as full the second time as she had the first. She sipped at it as they chatted about inconsequential things, the kinds of things that good friends can always talk about.

When she’d finished her second glass, Braelyn set it down and looked thoughtfully at the blond Warlord. “Thanks again Geir, for everything. You know, if there’s ever anything you need - all you have to do is ask, alright? Even if it’s for an employee or customer at the tavern. I’ll do whatever I can, okay?”

She smiled slightly, the inevitable tiredness of the long and exciting day hitting. “I really appreciate you keeping me company. If you don’t mind, I think I might go to bed early. It’s been a long day and I want to be well rested to enjoy my day off.”

She hesitated just a moment and leaned over to hug Geir, soaking up just a bit of his strength for herself. She stood, ready to take her leave.

 

 

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