A Cure?
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2024 11:02 am
A Cure?
Glade 45th, 124th Year, A.o.S.
Mistakes had been made.
What had started as a minor inconvenience had turned into something that occupied Zora’s mind constantly over the last several weeks. The sickness that affected mages across Ecith had hit her and hit her hard. She’d shrugged it off for a time, relying on the power of her dragonshard to fight dinosaurs with reckless abandon… but that’d turned out to be a mistake. A big one that’d made her quit using magic entirely after the 20th and she’d been stuck in bed since the 35th.
But there was hope. Supposedly there was a clinic that had been set up with a healer who supposedly was able to cure basically anything. Anything except the only sickness that was affecting Zora. Still, the word had gotten out that he wanted to study those who had been afflicted so the fae had decided to pull herself out of bed and make her way to the docks. She had no hope for getting cured by this person but it was an excuse to go do something, anything, besides bask in the smells of a communal bedroom.
“Couldn’t have found a more convenient location?” she asked herself as the clinic came into view. She’d taken for granted how easy it was to just fly everywhere so even short trips like this one annoyed her when she had to walk. She wondered if there would be a big line at the clinic, because she was definitely not in the mood to stand around outside and suffer the weather and her sickness.
She made her way up to the clinic with a grimace on her face, looking for someone in charge to talk to. “Hi, I hear someone here had taken an interested in those with aether creep… well I have it. Have you made any progress?”
What had started as a minor inconvenience had turned into something that occupied Zora’s mind constantly over the last several weeks. The sickness that affected mages across Ecith had hit her and hit her hard. She’d shrugged it off for a time, relying on the power of her dragonshard to fight dinosaurs with reckless abandon… but that’d turned out to be a mistake. A big one that’d made her quit using magic entirely after the 20th and she’d been stuck in bed since the 35th.
But there was hope. Supposedly there was a clinic that had been set up with a healer who supposedly was able to cure basically anything. Anything except the only sickness that was affecting Zora. Still, the word had gotten out that he wanted to study those who had been afflicted so the fae had decided to pull herself out of bed and make her way to the docks. She had no hope for getting cured by this person but it was an excuse to go do something, anything, besides bask in the smells of a communal bedroom.
“Couldn’t have found a more convenient location?” she asked herself as the clinic came into view. She’d taken for granted how easy it was to just fly everywhere so even short trips like this one annoyed her when she had to walk. She wondered if there would be a big line at the clinic, because she was definitely not in the mood to stand around outside and suffer the weather and her sickness.
She made her way up to the clinic with a grimace on her face, looking for someone in charge to talk to. “Hi, I hear someone here had taken an interested in those with aether creep… well I have it. Have you made any progress?”
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