By the time Ulric reached the healers wagon, she was in a deep catatonic sleep, she did not move or even make a sound. Kaeli took over after Ulric lay her down, leaving so that the healer could examine her. Kaeli would at times have to take a mirror and hold it beneath her nose to make sure she was truly breathing. For at times it seemed that she did not. What the healer did not know is that from many turnings of meditation her breathing could slow to the point where it did not seem she breathed. But it was not a mediation that was in place now.
The state in which Tarra was in left Kaeli perplexed, she did not remember having to deal with such a case before. Upon examination she would find the arrow wound that had imbedded itself in her flesh days before .Though it had been cleaned and cauterized something still was not quite right with it. Though by the scars that adorned her opposite shoulder and side it was clear it was not the first time a weapon had embraced her body. Just as she would find along one leg the lengthy and ravaged scarring that decorated her upper thigh, the marks clearly revealed the tell tale markings of a young river tharlarion that had grasped her in a less than tender bite. How she survived that and did not lose her leg was a miracle to any who ever glimpsed it. The scars she had upon her body told a story of her life, just as the markings on her feet that matched her hands. Such things revealed there was much to the woman that she did not speak of. Yet the badges of life were resting silently upon her. Just as upon her back lay another detailed marking placed by her clan. To the clan it revealed much, not even Tarra's mate knew what it meant. Only that it was clan related and she could not speak of it.
Kaeli would begin to realize that the wound had been deliberately hidden, the knowledge not known but only to a few. The reasons not clear but yet it was clear there was a reason. But what and why. And yet she would not learn much from Ayguili as she questioned him.
As Kaeli sat with her, once in a while the stillness would be broken indecipherable words and a thrashing about as the fever began to climb higher as if a predator intent upon devouring its prey. And then a sudden stillness that left her laying like a corpse, sometimes it was as if she were dead. Kaeli was not sure what was causing the symptoms she observed. The wound also seemed to become an angry red and purulent drainage would ooze from it, like something living and putrid. This further perplexed the young healer for she knew that Tarra was not only able to heal but was a trained physician. So this was even more of an odd occurrence and this shouldn't have affected Tarra in such a manner. Nothing seemed to make sense. And there was a feeling of urgency to find out what was wrong.
Kaeli would talk to her as if she could hear her telling her of things going on in the tribe. She was not sure if the Haruspex could hear her but she would try. Tarra could hear fragments here and there as if Kaeli were speaking from a distance, yet she could not quite grasp everything, a wall of fire seemed to be ablaze over her body and soul, there was a heaviness that she could not lift from, and it felt as if every cell of her being was being seared and torn apart, she wanted to scream but could not. She wanted to get up but couldn't move. Instead she would lapse into the world of darkness.
Kaeli would think and think and yet neither she nor others could figure out what was the cause,what could render such symptoms to the point where not even the abilities and ways of the Haruspex could prevent or help. It was a startling sight to watch the clan of spex surround the healers wagons, this further revealed the depth of trouble that Tarra was indeed in. She walked along that precipice of life and death and one misstep could push her head long downward into the beckoning, sensual call of the shadows as they tried to lure her to them. They would reveal many things that were designed to bring her closer to them. Even those that did not fall into most temptations would be hard pressed to not want to give in.
What would happen? Would the young healer figure out what was causing the illness. Did she have enough time. A challenge for her and the clan was not there to hinder her but to guide her showing her the faith they had in her to help one of their own. And yet they were also there for Tarra. Much was keenly felt by the sudden fall in her health, they had never seen her falter even the few times she had been under the weather, this was just not something they have seen in her.
What would they do?
The state in which Tarra was in left Kaeli perplexed, she did not remember having to deal with such a case before. Upon examination she would find the arrow wound that had imbedded itself in her flesh days before .Though it had been cleaned and cauterized something still was not quite right with it. Though by the scars that adorned her opposite shoulder and side it was clear it was not the first time a weapon had embraced her body. Just as she would find along one leg the lengthy and ravaged scarring that decorated her upper thigh, the marks clearly revealed the tell tale markings of a young river tharlarion that had grasped her in a less than tender bite. How she survived that and did not lose her leg was a miracle to any who ever glimpsed it. The scars she had upon her body told a story of her life, just as the markings on her feet that matched her hands. Such things revealed there was much to the woman that she did not speak of. Yet the badges of life were resting silently upon her. Just as upon her back lay another detailed marking placed by her clan. To the clan it revealed much, not even Tarra's mate knew what it meant. Only that it was clan related and she could not speak of it.
Kaeli would begin to realize that the wound had been deliberately hidden, the knowledge not known but only to a few. The reasons not clear but yet it was clear there was a reason. But what and why. And yet she would not learn much from Ayguili as she questioned him.
As Kaeli sat with her, once in a while the stillness would be broken indecipherable words and a thrashing about as the fever began to climb higher as if a predator intent upon devouring its prey. And then a sudden stillness that left her laying like a corpse, sometimes it was as if she were dead. Kaeli was not sure what was causing the symptoms she observed. The wound also seemed to become an angry red and purulent drainage would ooze from it, like something living and putrid. This further perplexed the young healer for she knew that Tarra was not only able to heal but was a trained physician. So this was even more of an odd occurrence and this shouldn't have affected Tarra in such a manner. Nothing seemed to make sense. And there was a feeling of urgency to find out what was wrong.
Kaeli would talk to her as if she could hear her telling her of things going on in the tribe. She was not sure if the Haruspex could hear her but she would try. Tarra could hear fragments here and there as if Kaeli were speaking from a distance, yet she could not quite grasp everything, a wall of fire seemed to be ablaze over her body and soul, there was a heaviness that she could not lift from, and it felt as if every cell of her being was being seared and torn apart, she wanted to scream but could not. She wanted to get up but couldn't move. Instead she would lapse into the world of darkness.
Kaeli would think and think and yet neither she nor others could figure out what was the cause,what could render such symptoms to the point where not even the abilities and ways of the Haruspex could prevent or help. It was a startling sight to watch the clan of spex surround the healers wagons, this further revealed the depth of trouble that Tarra was indeed in. She walked along that precipice of life and death and one misstep could push her head long downward into the beckoning, sensual call of the shadows as they tried to lure her to them. They would reveal many things that were designed to bring her closer to them. Even those that did not fall into most temptations would be hard pressed to not want to give in.
What would happen? Would the young healer figure out what was causing the illness. Did she have enough time. A challenge for her and the clan was not there to hinder her but to guide her showing her the faith they had in her to help one of their own. And yet they were also there for Tarra. Much was keenly felt by the sudden fall in her health, they had never seen her falter even the few times she had been under the weather, this was just not something they have seen in her.
What would they do?
