Author's Note- I Have Never Experienced Either But I Am Trying To Write A Character Who Is Suffering
"How did you find me?" I slurred, the cold freezing me from the inside out.
"I followed the trail you left," he answered before he gestured somewhere behind him. "Come here," he groaned as he picked me up.
I clung to him like burs on bark animals and other people wear. He wasn't much warmer than the elements we were stranded in but he was an improvement.
"Did you know that you are bleeding?" my stranger asked me, taking me somewhere.
My mind was too fuzzy to completely understand what he was talking about.
"But you're not bleeding," I blended my words together, after I have him a quick once over as best as I could. Why would he ask if I knew he was bleeding?
"Well, hypothetically if I was a mage like you, I thought you would know how to slow the blood loss down?"
My upper canopy hurt. Why was he asking such difficult questions?
"You would need something to slow it down," I mumbled as I tried to clear my thoughts. "Before that, clean the wound."
He settled me down on a fallen log and then started rummaging through his bag. When he faced me again, he had some white strips and a dirt colored bottle.
"Try not to scream, okay?" He looked back up at me with his cyan colored eyes. His scar on the lower part of his face were sharply contrasting from the fire's light.
Wait. Why was there a fire? Where was the fire?
The sharp jolt that assaulted my left limb was enough to make me cry out in surprise. He didn't let up, if anything, he pressed harder. The cloth he was using was starting to turn green, the color of my sap, at the edges.
I stayed quiet like he asked but when he was done, he pulled a mat made out of pine branches, covered it with some furs, placed me on the mat, and then covered me with the remaining furs.
"Don't worry, I'll keep watch. You rest," he answered when he saw me looking at him.
The last thing I felt was my stranger running his branches through my hair before I fell asleep.
Author's Note- I have never experienced either but I am trying to write a character who is suffering from at least enough hypothermia for the mental fog but not bad enough for a doctor and blood loss. But then again it might be mild hypothermia and the added blood loss might create the mental fog.
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He visibly sighed. "Yes, my king?" I knew he was just tired.
I beamed at him. "I would like for you to follow me."
"Why?"
I slung my arm around his neck. "I have something for you."
He looked at me as he reminded me, "The last time you wanted to do that, you had a constellation there in the flesh and not where it belonged in the sky!"
I rolled my eyes at the memory. "You know that my brother and I see you as family, right?"
"Yeah..." he trailed off.
"I know that you worry about us, too. So," I pulled a small, plain box out of my cloak and handed it to him, "I want to give you peace of mind."
He gingerly opened the box. He pulled out the pin I'd asked an apprentice metal worker to make. It was divided in half, one side a warm yellow and the other a gentle white, and some silver going down between the two.
"What-?"
"If either of us are in trouble, the respective sides will light up. Yellow for my brother and white for me," I explained.
"But... Why?" He looked up at me. "I-I mean, I appreciate the gift but why did you give me a gift?"
"Tommorow is your birthday."
"You aren't planning to do anything stupid, are you?"
I smiled, "I don't want my brothers to worry. So, no, I will stay here."
"Tell me something I don't know," I asked the strange man.
He looked up into the mostly cloudy sky and said, "All kids have magic. Some are allowed to keep it while others outgrow it."
"What makes those kids loose magic?" I scooted closer to him.
He looked... lost. "I don't know exactly why some don't keep the magic. Some say that they stop believing in the Elemental of the magic. Others say it depends on if their family had magic in it." His forget-me-not colored eyes bore into mine. "Then you get those like you. No one has come up with a rhyme or reason as to why you and other mages like you are here."
"I think they're meant to be here. All the mages and regular people. Everything wouldn't be the same without anyone missing."
"What about the disgraced king?"
"He is needed, too."
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university is <4 years of the rest of your life - make the most of it
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"Hey, pretty girl," I murmured to the Púca I adopted when she was a small filly.
She grunted a quiet greeting before she came up to me. She grabbed a bit of the fabric on my shoulder and gave it a gentle tug.
"How long has it been since I last saw you?"
She whinnied but let go of my shoulder.
"Since yesterday?" I gave a fake frustrated sigh, "That's too long!" I hugged her around her neck. Her fur was coarser than that of other horses and ponies I've met but I wouldn't change anything about her. The other ones are nice but they aren't her.
She nudged me enough to take a small step back, reminding me why I originally came down to visit her.
"Do you want a snack?" I asked her. "Snack?"
She nuzzled me a bit harder.
"Which hand is the snack in?" She was always a smart girl.
She stood there for a moment before nudging my right shoulder. I rolled the apple to my right hand and held it out to her.
"Smart girl," I murmured as she ate the apple. I rubbed her ears just the way she likes it. "I'm going to talk to my big, fat, mean brother to see if I can't bring you into the court so I can give you all the love and rubs you want." I couldn't stop a soft chuckle. "He isn't big, fat, or mean."
The Púca I've known since she was a filly nickered in agreement. She's met my brother and likes him well enough but still doesn't like how he keeps her from me.
"You be nice to him the next time you see him, okay?" I murmured against her forehead.
The highwayman looked at me steadily.
"Honesty doesn't mean stupidity," he simply stated.
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