The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

Yes, yes and hells no. Beth winces, rubbing her head. What is it about him... I've studied the incantations and gestures for every emotion, mind and illusion spell I can get my hands on and none of them fit what he does. And what use would a spell that makes the target like someone for half a second anyway? He... damnit. He is damned good looking and charming, when he wants to be. When he wants something. I guess knowing that last bit doesn't make the first parts go away. Must be his hands... Not for the first time, Beth pushes those well-worn and pointless thoughts away, allowing herself to accept her tentative theory that it's just a matter of how similar Jadan's hands are to Zevran's.

''...sure Car.'' She musters another smile, this one more natural, to give to her twin. ''I'd love to play you in a nice game of chess. Will you be joining us, Ja- Mister Jadan?''

[GamesMaster]

"I'll leave you ladies to it," he says, genially enough. "Please take care." With that he bows -- still clutching the struggling pup -- and departs, leaving Carol and Bethany to play.

Leaving Bethany to watch Carol's disappointment, watch her slip back into sullen silence as the game progresses. 

[GamesMaster]

The temple of Living Waters was so different. Every little thing was done just a bit differently -- not so differently as to be unrecognizable as Bastion's, but just different enough to be fascinating, alien. Lightsong, never one to suffer idle hands for long, was eager to pitch in and help where she could, and the easiest place to help in any Bastion Temple was the Healer's Hall. Healers, even mundane ones, are never in such plentiful supply as to be in a position to turn away trained help. 

As she's going for the burn ointment -- now where would Healer Rudite put the ointment? Healer Smithers kept it right beside the bandages, but clearly that's not where this is -- she overhears a conversation behind her, between a healer and a patient in the waiting area, the open bit away from where the beds are curtained off. 

"--clean means clean, Brianne. You've been told before. You won't find any help here."

"What am I supposed to do?! I can't go back like this," yowls a feline, female voice, with no little irritation.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Moving without thought, Lightsong has to check herself. Frowning for a second, Lightsong quickly pivots back to the cabinet. A moment later she finds the ointment and rushes it back to Healer Rudite before heading back towards the conversation, hoping the patient is still there.

[GamesMaster]

"--meant to do!"

"Check yourself in," says the healer firmly. "We'll help you here, if you like."

"Been there, done that, sister," she growls. "It won't take. It never does."

"I can't help you, Brianne." 

"Pox on you, then!" 

The agitated merikos catfolk stands abruptly, nearly knockin over the dainty healer whose pregnancy is just starting to really show. She doesn't seem to notice or care as she storms past, heading for the front door. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Frowning, Lightsong takes a second to give the healer a quick look- more annoyed than upset or ruffled, much less hurt- and then heads after the catfolk. Merikos catfolk, actually, I think. Purebloods can't have hair, I think. Stepping out of the temple, she looks around, intending to follow after her.

[GamesMaster]

The catfolk has paused off to one side, burying her face in her paws. Her shoulders shake a bit, but a moment later, she takes a deep breath, pulling herself together as she glances up.

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Hope spring eternal, miss,'' the aasimar says, bowing a little. Despite the robes she wears, the fact that she is wearing full plate is not hard to notice. Hopefully the holy symbol that takes up the entire front is more significant.

[GamesMaster]

Brianna bares her teeth at her. "Come to rub it in, then?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Rub what in? I thought you didn't- oh! Sorry, I- I miss slang and- sorry. No, I- I am new to Nyr and- why did she turn you away?''

[GamesMaster]

"Why?" she asks, bitterly. "You heard the Ray. They don't help gutter trash like me." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

''All souls deserve compassion.''

[GamesMaster]

She makes a dismissive sound, sticking her tongue to the back of her teeth and pulling it away. "So they say," she says, tail lashing from one side to the other and back again. "Who are you?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

Blushing, the paladin bows again. ''Sorry for my rudeness. I am Ray Lightsong, recently of the Temple of Hope's Last Mercy, currently on... errantry. I would like to help.''

[GamesMaster]

"Last Mercy?" asks Brianne, sharply. "You here to offer me that sort of thing, then? Take the honorable way out and stop blemishing the temple's rep?"