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Post by eirawenrohana on Oct 6, 2011 18:50:01 GMT -8
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Wrapping her shawl more securely around her shoulders, Eirawen stepped lightly toward the edge of the encampment that had an odd sense of familiarity to it despite the fact it was nestled in a wood very far from any she had ever known. When she had recieved Cole's message about finding Sirius Black, his voice so earnest and sure even in writing, Eirawen had not known what to believe. A part of her wished desperately for it to be true, but the practical side of her was terrified and heartbroken. Her logical mind believed that after six months of questing for the impossible, Cole had lost his grip on sanity and found solace in the hallucination of a man now dead.
Yet despite this thought, Eirawen's heart had over-ridden her own senses as surely as Cole's had over-ridden his, and she had packed a bag with solemn hope. She didn't explain to her brother why she had to go to Germany, and despite the fact that Eirawen had never once set foot beyond the borders of Scotland and England, Dwythe had not asked. He accompanied her without prying, teaching her a few core statements in German that would help her get by when she asked him to return without her. She had seen his hesitation then, but Eirawen knew that come what may - be it Cole's insanity or the return of a dead man - she did not want Dwythe to be a part of it.
That knowledge had scared her as they traveled together, as Eirawen knew well the dangers of keeping secrets from her family. This though, had the feel of something so different. She knew, in a way she could not describe, that this was something private whatever the outcome proved to be. It was a potential heartbreak and a possible rejoicing that was meant for people who understood the pain and the joy, and Dwythe was not close enough to either of the men involved in this to be such a person.
It had not taken long for Cole to find her, and even less time for Eirawen to witness the truth for what it was. Sirius Black - the man who died - alive and as wickedly bemused by her presence as ever. She'd never known when he was alive whether or not he had liked her, but she didn't fear him half as much as she would have had he not been Cole's closest companion. Seeing him again had brought her an awkward sense of joy - happiness that he wasn't truly gone, for his sake, but more a deep gratitude to the powers above that he was alive for Cole's sake.
Leaning against a tree, Eirawen looked out over the land surrounding them and wondered precisely what she was to do next. Cole had gone to fetch something for Iris - Eirawen wasn't certain what. He had left in a hurry, leaving her behind with Sirius and the dragon. It was her first time actually alone with Sirius Black, and she wasn't entirely sure she was comfortable with it. Again, the logical part of her mind told her Sirius would never harm her. It even muttered that he might be a friend, in fact. Still, old terrors were hard to defeat, and Eirawen was now in a strange country with a man she knew but did not completely trust, and she had no safety net or security blanket to hold on to.
Something cracked behind her, but she didn't turn around just yet. She could tell from the distance alone that it was Sirius shuffling about - he was quiet for a man, but not nearly as quiet as a hunter. Running her fingers over the wool of her shawl, Eirawen listened to him as he moved about the camp, the occassional shift of Iris' scales alerting her to a somewhat restless seeming dragon, who likely missed Cole as much as she did right about now. The silence was not unusual, but the Healer had to wonder if it was perhaps awkward.
Steeling her resolve, Eirawen turned to head hesitantly back toward camp and perhaps talk to Sirius, when Iris shifted again and let out a low keening noise that did not bode well. The thought of 'To talk or not to talk' flying from her head instantly, Eirawen quickly dashed forward as Iris lifted her head and gave off an odd choking grunt of warning to the man kicking stones in her line of - well.
Taking Sirius by the hand, Eirawen pulled him back in time to get him out of harms way as Iris let out a belch accompanied by a scorch of searing flame that burnt the leaves in its path and left an acrid scent in the air. With a slight whine, the dragon turned and tucked her head beneath her wing, looking most unhappy and perhaps even a bit dejected. The massive body gave a spasm that Eirawen recognized as a hiccup, before it settled down again.
Not realizing she still had a death grip on his hand, Eirawen looked up at Sirius with wide, somewhat terrified eyes and said simply, "I think she has a stomach ache." Looking back at the dragon, Eirawen added nervously, "At least I hope she has a stomach ache." Because the other option - well, the other option was even less fun than the first.
Realizing at last she was still clutching his hand, Eirawen let go and stepped back, looking as though she was either ashamed of herself for touching him or expecting to be struck hard for having done so. Either way, the expression was rather timid. "Sorry," She stated automatically, "I recognized the sounds - I didn't even think to shout...
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Post by SIRIUS BLACK on Oct 7, 2011 22:44:03 GMT -8
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» We've never been so many « » And we've never been so alone « Sirus had pretended not to be bothered when Cole informed him that they needed to make a more permenant camp because Eirawen would be joining them in a matter of days. It actually hadn't hit him then; what sort of things that entitled. He greeted her with relative politeness-- albeit a good bit of amusement at being the "dead man"-- because Cole had informed him of the fact she had some people issues and told him not to startle her. All things considering, even now he'd done a good job at remaining on his best behavior.
But it had been a few days since she first joined the two of them-- three if you counted Iris, and they both did-- and honestly, Dragonsitting with Eirawen had been far from the top of Sirius' "things I'd love to do today" list. The woman hadn't seemed to like him much, which he didn't blame her for, although he was curious as to what exactly he'd done this time. He figured she was either uncomforable with the whole returning from the dead thing-- hell, he was still a bit on the fence about that matter-- or she was like the rest of the public and had spent a prolonged period of time thinking he was some deranged treasonous killer. And he'd learned well from the Order, incorrect or not- you will be treated differently after that. Cole had been the only expection to the rule.
It hardly took a few moments of Cole's absence for Sirius to come to a realization the others had probably gotten the day Eirawen showed up. Nothing but Cole binded them together. Iris, Sirius, and Eirawen had really, no other reason to socialize, no common interests, nothing other than a devout loyalty to a certain Dragonboy. And it showed. Within ten minutes of said Dragonboy's departure, the three basically had settled into corners as far away as possible. Eirawen sat in hers, looking as.. well as she always did. Pensive and.. more pensive. Iris seemed on the testy side, but Sirius could hardly blame her. He was pacing around a few of the trees on the edge, clearly wanted to run away and just.. just do something, but also acting as if some invisible boundary wall called obligations was preventing him from wandering too far.
Every once in a while, he would glance back at Eirawen. As if looking at her would help solve the mystery of why she was still there. Or better yet, maybe she would no longer be there and things could return to the normal that had been established by him and Cole, before she showed up. He couldn't think of any reason Cole would invite her, so he assumed only she came on her own accord. They'd never met before his.. death. In fact, up until she showed up here, she had been nothing more than a name. Eirawen was the name of a pretty healer Sirius would tease Cole with while he was teaching at Hogwarts. It had been fun to tease him before Sirius actually drew the conclusion Cole fancied the woman. Now she was annoying.
There wasn't anything wrong with her, really; there just.. wasn't a whole lot right either. The fact that she was invading, and she was invading, was enough to make Sirius dislike her. But it was obvius as well that she had no care for what he and Cole were trying to accomplish, and even more obvious that when it came to it, she wasn't going to be useful in the least. He didn't have anything against women -even though everyone knew the fact that it was their job in history to be seductive whores and ruin friendships between otherwise perfectly good people- but she was just so.. she might as well have been a mute she said so little. She wasn't an active person. She was someone who sat on the sidelines. Someone who didn't belong in the middle of a German forest. Someone that was, Merlin forbid it, sensible. The only person she gave the time of day to was Cole, and Sirius supposed he and Iris were exactly the same. But... they were there first. And that mattered.
He was pulled uncerimoniusly from his thoughts by some strange sounds from the general direction of Eirawen and Iris; and then the former's hand pulling him away as a fireball singed the brush and trees in the area he'd just been standing. With a bit of perplexion he looked back to the dragon, watching her odd gestures of curling into herself. He'd taken a sort of fondness to Iris as their third companion, and was about to approach her when Eirawen spoke. He found himself turning the looked he'd directed at Iris to her. She seemed terrified-- though that looked about as fitting on her as her shawl she sported.
"Yeah?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, though he'd done a fine job at making it sound like he hardly cared. Of all the times that Iris needed to get ill. This was sort of amsuing. "Well, you're the healer and the dragonoligist's fangirl. What are you going to do about it?" It was in Sirius' nature not to beat around the bush, which accounted for a bit of the rudeness. He hadn't consciously decided that he was going to harass the woman, but he supposed he'd been looking for some reason to make her want to leave. If the firebreathing dragon wanted to help his cause move along, then he just liked Iris that much more. She was clearly the most inteligent dragon --only dragon-- he'd ever been partners with.
Eirawen let go of his hand suddenly, as if he'd burned her, which earned her another look. She was an odd little woman indeed. he and Cole were situational recluses but what was her excuse? He'd have found the hand holding awkward if it had been for any other means, but this hadn't seemed to phase him as much. Not enough to render either awkwardness or a thank you; the later mainly because that would be contradicting his previous statement. She wasn't useful. No way.
"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to apologize for not letting someone get scortched. Cole'd have my head if i managed something like that this early on anyway." It was said with a smirk, but something between the true amusement he'd have offered Cole and the wickedness he'd have directed at someone he liked far less. The tone would have been more appropriate for a dare than an offhanded comment about certain death. But when certain death followed you around on a near weekly basis, there wasn't much a point of making a big deal about it. And also, Iris was starting up another round of dodge the dragon gas, certainly not looking her best. He hoped Eirawen could hold to position of being able to take care of living things, cause Merlin knew it wasn't his forte.
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Post by eirawenrohana on Oct 10, 2011 16:32:40 GMT -8
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Eirawen did not waver under the harsh tones and rude comments that came her way. If anything, her reaction was almost alarming - the rudeness seemed to relax her, as though she were expecting something far worse in comparison. Looking over at Iris the moment she released his hand like a hot coal, Eirawen was grateful for the distraction.
Quietly, the Healer turned her body unconsciously, so that if Sirius came at her while her attention was elsewhere, he would be unable to strike anything vital with ease. It wasn't an intentional movement, just one so ingrained in her survival instinct now that any man whom she did not trust absolutely would have been faced with it. Which was to say any man not directly related to her, or any man not bearing the scales of the dragon she examined from a slight distance right now.
"I'm not sure," She admitted quietly, "Dragonic anatomy is quite different from a humans," she mused, before she changed tracks. "Then again they do have the typical biological structures of any apex predator. If I remember correctly, an Opaleye lacks the physiology required for efficient digestion of vegetation - they use it for emetics. That said, an emetic based for a human constitution would likely have adverse affects on Iris. I'd need something more felid in nature." Realizing she was rambling on, Eirawen turned to Sirius and attempted to clarify.
"She's a hypercarnivore - her diet consists of more than seventy-percent meat, and the rest being water and very limited amounts of plant materials, like fungi and fruit. So to aid with her stomachache, I would either need to force Iris to reject whats inside her with something like - oh - rue, I suppose. Though dragon vomit is hardly a pleasant thing to deal with," She added mildly, clearly more comfortable discussing biology and zoology than she was just standing beside him. "Dragons have a lot of similarities to felines; there are certain grasses that can soothe a cat's stomach that should, theoretically, soothe a dragons. Then again, theory and practical application are two completely different animals of their own, aren't they?" She added quietly, as Iris let out another ground-scorching belch.
Finally realizing what he had said, Eirawen shook her head a bit and side stepped away as she eyed the dragon and thought things through. Again moving on instinct rather than logic, Eirawen moved out of striking distance as she stated simply, "Allowing you to be scorched and touching you without permission are also two different things. There were other ways to get your notice, though I suppose the punishments for those failing to succeed would be worse than touching without permission..." She trailed off then, frowning. "So perhaps I did do the right thing?"
Straightening slightly, Eirawen's eyes cleared and her expression hardened. It didn't matter what Conner would have done - he wasn't here, and Sirius, though harsh, was nothing like him. Cole wouldn't be friends with him if he was - and even if Sirius did hurt her, it wouldn't matter anyway. Cole had lost the man once - if she allowed something to happen to him now, the devastation Cole would suffer would be unimaginable and unacceptable. Squaring her shoulders, Eirawen turned and met Sirius gaze with the face she once had - the face of a woman confident in her strengths, aware of her abilities, and ready to take on the world despite her weaknesses. The Rohana pride, before Conner stole it all away, transformed the meek woman.
It didn't matter what Sirius did to her, as long as he was alive for Cole. She was as much a master at hiding bruises and broken bones as she was at healing them. So even if Sirius turned out to be one of those types of men, Cole didn't ever have to know. As long as he was happy, that was all that mattered - and maybe that was an unhealthy way to think, and maybe it was exactly those thoughts that had led to her destruction at Connor's hands, but in this moment, alone with Sirius and a sick dragon, Eirawen didn't care. Because Cole would never hurt her - would never be happy if he knew she had been hurt - and that made him a good man. And that was all that mattered.
Smiling more to herself than to Sirius, Eirawen felt more secure now that she'd pieced that all together. Her fear of Sirius changed to acceptance of the worst he could bring, which granted her the confidence to manage him. "I don't suppose you could transfigure me a bucket and some water?" she asked politely, "I'm afraid my transfiguration's a bit rusty, and we've got a dragon to calm without mishap." It was a simple lie, but one that would give the man something to do while she worked. It also made her look weaker than she was, and if there was one thing she knew about men, it was that most of them preferred their women obedient and incapable of fending without them.
Moving to her bags, Eirawen began looking for the herbs she would need to help Iris expel the sickness inside her, soothe the dragon's stomach and of course, contain the worst of the acidic stench of the emesis until she could magic it away, leaving Sirius to either help her, or ignore her, or do whatever it was he felt he needed to do to her to make her pay for whatever wrongs she had made and then get out of her way. Iris was as important to Cole as Sirius was, after all, and Eirawen was determined to care for her as well.
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Post by SIRIUS BLACK on Oct 15, 2011 22:35:25 GMT -8
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» We've never been so many « » And we've never been so alone « Sirius found himself tuning out most of Eirawen's draconic anatomy speech. Though her position at Hogwarts had been something along the lines of nurses' assistant, she sounded strikingly too much like a professor for him to do anything other than role his eyes and wait impatiently for her tangent to be over. Far worse than school really, seeing as he didn't have a coming break with his friends to look forward to. He found his annoyance reaching its peak when she stated that she needed Iris to throw up. Couldn't she have just saved them the trouble and said that from the start?
He nodded firmly, pleased with his own ability to keep from saying everything in his mind. "Yes," Theory and practical applications were worlds apart; but he honestly thought Eirawen wouldn't have been able to tell those worlds from each other if she was apparated from one to the next with a book prep of warning. As he'd said, she was not a woman of action. What she was doing now he'd bet, in attempting to heal a dragon, was probably the biggest risk she'd ever taken in her life-- and he doubted she'd ever take another. It was beyond him how people could live with their life in others hands, but then, that was her, and he had better things to do than judge her bad choices.
He wasn't blind to the way she continued to move herself nervously, steps calculated so that she was as far from him as possible without looking completely impolite about it. She was scared. It was obvious. And despite the fact Sirius knew she didn't have any reason to be concerned, the blatant discrimination had been a strike in itself that set him off. "Would you stop doing that?" He asked suddenly, voice raised but not so much in anger as exasperation. She was accusing him. "You wanted to come here. If you're going to stay, you need to have some trust. If you can't trust me, trust Cole. And if you can't trust him, learn to take care of yourself. But if that's the case, leave first. Because Cole likes you, and that's good enough for me. The only reason I would ever, ever, hurt you is if you hurt Cole. You can take that as a threat and cry about it all you want, but I'm true to my word."
Despite having done a lot of wrongs in his life, Sirius had never once hurt someone for no reason. No good reason maybe, but in some way or other he could always justify his actions. In the event she harmed his friend, Sirius didn't care if she was a woman or not. Or what kind of past trauma she's had. Morals were morals. He liked to think he was far from sexist. He held everyone to the same responsibility, and as far as magic was concerned, her incapability to defend herself wasn't anyones fault but her own. Maybe if was because he'd grown up around two of the most shrewd bitchy women to walk the face of the earth, but terrible as they were, it proved that Eirawen didn't have any excuse. If she wanted someone to dote on and protect her that was fine. But it wasn't going to be Cole. And it wasn't going to be now.
He didn't bother responding to her question on whether or not she'd done the right thing. Anything he said would have been bitingly sarcastic. Obviously, he appreciated not being burned by a dragon belch, but he wasn't going to say it. They were both shames in some way or another. So they could both just pretend it never happened and that was fine by him.
For a moment, out of nowhere, Eirawen had a spark in her eye, and Sirius watched her. He wanted her to fight back, to prove that she had something to her, something worthwhile. He had yet to figure out what Cole saw in her; why she couldn't have been as bad as he thought. But as quick as the spark was there it left, and it was replaced by miss incapability asking if he could transfigure her a bucket. He raised his eyebrow, clearly expecting that to be a joke. Bad transfiguration or not, it wasn't a difficult task. He both wordlessly and effortlessly did it. "I'm sure you could have done that." he said as he walked off. He wasn't leaving, but he really didn't want to start a fight. Well... he did. But first he wanted to see her try and do this.
After a few rounds of pacing, walking just out of her range of sight and back in circles, he neared where Eirawen resided beside Iris. He'd much rather have talked to the dragon than the woman, but he grudgingly admitted that she'd be more useful in this situation. "What can I do?" He again tried to make it clear he wasn't really looking up to her. None the less he was at a loss for what to do with himself and hoping as much as the others that Cole would return, Iris would get better, and they could go about things how they'd been doing them, where he could disagree with Eirawen from afar. Very far.
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