by Verdana » Wed Apr 11, 2012 2:40 am
When a vile liquid is eating into every sinew and nerve of one's face, one doesn't really think about much else. The liquid's steady progress had reached Shaygrin's nose, and as a result she wasn't too interested in anything happening around her. To keep herself from going completely mad, Shay calmly detached her mind from her body. Her body was very good at being on autopilot, and she trusted it, after all these years, to make basic decisions while she wasn't in it. Her body, she thought, was like an old pair of trousers. After a while, it had taken on a life of its own. If she'd been in her body, she would have laughed.
Laughing would not have been a good idea.
So, Shaygrin saw the muddy boy enter the caravan, but didn't really feel anything about it. She stared blankly as her mind wandered down Memory Lane. Her Memory Lane was very long and sort of twisted, so it didn't do well to walk after hours. She skimmed the surface as the boy hacked their manacles away from the wall. As the trio entered sunlight, Shaygrin remembered Bree, and when two were three. She remembered trips to the park as they passed a scene of utter madness. Malberry grasped Shay's arm, momentarily breaking her back into reality. She yelped. She'd been blocking it out so well, too. She resisted the urge to bite the boy or otherwise wound him, and did not shake him off. Instead, she slipped back into her head and allowed him to guide her.
It was easier, then. She didn't have to direct the body. She slipped into profound meditation. The pain wasn't gone. It still sang through her. It was just happening to something else. She knew that she was avoiding the matter, but it seemed better than confronting it. She had never been any good at healing. Vladdy had always helped her if something had gone seriously wrong, so she had never bothered to learn. She rather regretted it right then. Besides, she was running low on energy, and if she fixed her face, she'd never be able to get them home. She had to prioritise, as painful as it was.
After about an hour, an outpost appeared. Shaygrin reluctantly slipped back into her body. Nobody had missed her. The boys hadn't said anything during the walk. She shuddered once, and then stopped feeling sorry for herself. She was still alive. That's what was important. So she gritted her teeth and coped. A woman appeared, and started to dress Marcus's wounds. Shay did not resent being ignored. She understood. Marcus would not take very long to treat, and she was more of a challenge. So, she waited, hardly patiently, but observantly.
She noticed that Malberry was far too relaxed in a potentially hostile and unknown situation a moment before he addressed the young woman. Her eyes (or rather, the remaining eye) narrowed suspiciously. He knew what was going on. She backed away, feeling cornered, left out of the loop. She understood the pair's dialogue. Her mind translated things automatically. However, it didn't come easily, and this concerned her. She needed her face fixed, and soon.
She didn't want to admit it, but the only time at which she understood what was happening was when Marcus appealed for aid. She was impassive. Not that anyone could see her facial expressions. She didn't have much nose left, and her lips were going. She waited until the women had left, before snapping out a hand and latching onto Marcus's throat.
Tell me everything you know about this, she bubbled, her words almost lost. She spoke in the crude early German which Malberry and the woman had used, her mind not having snapped back to English.
Starting with Undine and Templar. What are they? Omit nothing.