She-Urt and a Trevan Warrior

I quite liked this little random tidbit of RP so felt motivated to post it on the forums:

[07:01] Midnight Darkfury: sees anarch "Ah excuse me? Rairus could you come here please"
[07:01] Anarch Allegiere nods: "Ofcourse Lady, what is the problem?"
[07:01] Midnight Darkfury: lifts her finger at the woman who looks like she is going to pounce on her.. "Ah do you know this woman?"
[07:02] Anarch Allegiere glances over the woman: "She's a She-Urt or something... there is little reason why I'd know her."
[07:02] Poet Novo shakes her head no, for she is not the guard. She claws at the ground, her fingers beginning to show the signs of such an action. Again she stands and regards you, her eyes fleeting to the tool upon you neck but now the man, yes the man has come he stands there and she freezes. Her eyes push up each step and find his eyes, and again she presses a finger to her lips, a question for you.
[07:02] Midnight Darkfury: "Well no, I guess not" she says taking another step away from the strange lady
[07:04] Anarch Allegiere curled his nose in contempt of the woman at the bottom of the stairs, staring down at her with his chin held high, only to further show how he felt being above her as a human. "If she causes problems to you, one of ours, I can chase her off..."
[07:06] Poet Novo finds your words fickle and your mind weaker, your sense of entitlement like a crumbling badge you wear but dare not test for its nature is to be appealing, not practical. She hears your words and takes a step back, her eyes dance from face to face. She'd scream if she had the power in her. She continues to back away, her eyes questioning, believing she came to a place where people are healed. The walk to the boat is sullen.
[07:06] Midnight Darkfury: "Well perhaps she is under some herbal influence are you needing some help lady?"
[07:08] Poet Novo weighs your tone and finds it faulty. A moment ago you were cautious only now to be active. Her head shakes side to side, and again her hands at the stone, clawing away, the nails ripping way, the blood leaving prints like feet in the sand. No her body tells you, as it backs away, down each step, each step, each step.
[07:08] Midnight Darkfury: "Perhaps she ate some strange berries which bought on temprorary lunacy"
[07:08] Anarch Allegiere stood stoically like a stone pillar staring down at her as her odd behaviour and words danced around him. He nodded once at the physician to recognize her Caste duties: "As long as she shows the -proper- respect for you, Lady. I'll not feel obliged to perform my own caste duties."
[07:09] Midnight Darkfury: "hmm well patients with altered minds can be violent If I am too look at her I would need her restrained.. "
[07:11] Poet Novo breathes in through her nose and out through her nose. She feels the presence of more eyes on her, how she draws a crowd. And lowering her body to a crouch, continues to peel her self off the steps like dead skin from the fresh flesh of the body. She continues on down the steps, your voices fading like the reason she came.
[07:11] Anarch Allegiere adds: "Most likely this enthralled and hazed woman doesn't even have the coin to pay for your expertise, physician. I'd say it's best she crawls back between the stones and urts of the streets so she can weave her odd words further between them. So those with more sense and an earthly downward composure might have soft paths as they walk over her."
[07:12] Poet Novo has not said a word this entire time. She wonders what you speak of.
[07:12] Midnight Darkfury: "I do not heal for wealth Sir, there are many ways people have shown their gratitude, "
[07:13] Anarch Allegiere scoffs: "But she's not from here... Why show generosity to those who don't share our proud Home Stone?"
[07:14] Midnight Darkfury: "A physician of Ar once saved me, and a Physician shall always heal when those are in need, friend or foe unless in a time of war"
[07:15] Poet Novo listens to the man and hears insolence, her head cocking to the side curiously. Her head snaps back to the woman as her lips pushed forward the word war. She begins to shake like a sapling in the wind, and lowering her body to the stone, clutches her knees to her chest, a soft hum in her throat, her eyes close.
[07:16] Bain Navarita: "Tal" nods as he passes
[07:16] Anarch Allegiere replies: "Like those other weaker Brothers of my own Caste in the south that spread their honor on everyone as if they were among a harem of slave-girls wasting their seed on the chests of all those undeserving ones. I prefer keeping the priviledges I give in my Caste in my own Home Stone."
[07:17] Poet Novo believes honor knows the man not. Her eyes look for his and regard him coldly, then with mercy, she nods to you in a solemn gesture. She pities you.
[07:18] Midnight Darkfury: "I understand that, but I live to heal those in need,who knows who this woman is or could be,, "
[07:19] Anarch Allegiere stared coldly back at the woman, noting the pity in her eyes. Pity, the lowest of all emotions - prevalent among only those who desire being pitied themselves. He nodded at the Lady: "You're a Free. You're free to do as your judgement tells you... if you wish to heal this woman, I'll not stop you."
[07:21] Poet Novo could just be. Simple as that. She feels the shift in your tone of voice and takes a step, a step up the stairs, a step closer, her body pressing tight to the wall of the structure. She runs her hands along it, feels the texture and admires it, she pressed her nose to it the looks to the man. Her eyes still holding pity, reverence for men who were men.
[07:21] Midnight Darkfury: "But if her mind is gone there will be little I can do, if there is a medical reason, perhaps pressure on the brain due toa build up of fluids or something she has ingested it could be resolved, when I die and I am on my deathbed I wish my life to have had meaning, that those out there will remember me for the deeds that I have done, that is all I care for and that will be how I serve my homestone."
[07:23] Poet Novo listens to the woman, her cheek pressed against the stone. She'd have smiled had she smiled. At least have tried. And her eyes drawn back to the man for an instant, she widens her eyes to see him clearly. Both had spoken so bluntly about the nature of their ways, and she begins to wonder who is helping who discover their sicknesses and cures.
[07:24] Anarch Allegiere kept standing stoically and motionless as the, in his mind, assumed She-Urt kept giving him odd glances. He believed in his own judgement, not moved by her own glances of contempt - knowing his opinions were as solid and would grow as old as a Home Stone itself. "Well then... treat her... I'll not keep you any longer. I assumed you needed help with her... I'll stay vigilant in case she'd go crazed on the infirmary bed. She doesn't seem far from giving in to utter insanity."
[07:25] Poet Novo claws at the ground again, this time with a bit of fury. Her hands bleed. The stone stains.
[07:27] Midnight Darkfury: ((I need to log actually *kids* ))
[07:28] Anarch Allegiere nods: "Safe paths then too generous physician. I wish you very safe paths."
[07:28] Midnight Darkfury: "And you brave warrior" she says respectfully
[07:29] Jessy Mumfuzz: Hummmm....I come she leaves...Im begining to wonder if I smell?
[07:29] Poet Novo backs down a step and turns, her fingers leaving the trail where her feet failed. The boat holds little peace for her, and with a bloody fist, holds a coin to the captain like a secret, her fingers unfolding to reveal its glimmer. She tries the next port, and the next port...
[07:30] Anarch Allegiere turned on his heels, grinding the leather of his sandals over the cutting remorselessly hard stone of the stairs which helped him attain new heights as he kept climbing them. Leaving the She-Urt far behind him...