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[colur]

Date & Time: Vague late July, early June
Location: All over, especially where the damage is the worst.
Characters: Eilonwy and you (???)
Summary: Eilonwy explores Exsilium after the bombing, trying to find ways to help.
Warnings: N/A


Eilonwy never liked to ask permission. It seemed rather pointless, when you'd already made up your mind. Apples do not have lips to ask the ground, but they fall anyway. But here there was no one for her to ask, and the freedom made her unfamiliar. Knowing what to do was very helpful, even if you did not plan on doing it.

And here, she did not know what to do.

Oh, she thought she did, at first, she was quite certain that she had to escape. There were people counting on her at home. Counting on her for proper curtsies and polite conversation, but counting on her nonetheless. But then the bombing happened, and she realized that the people here needed help, too.

Not that she was exactly sure how to go about it. Today she was climbing through the rubble, her knees scraped and hair wild, looking for mouths to feed or shoulders to throw blankets on. To help people, you know. Hmmph.

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[hbisea]

There were many blond haired folk in Exsilium, but it never stopped Mera from occasionally taking a brief moment to stare at it and remember all the horrible things Atlanteans associated with such bright colour.

She had been coming back from the orphanage, informed she and the others were no longer welcome there. One of the older kids angrily threw a rock at her. Fish freak she had been called. It angered her, but the children were relatively safe and treated for now.

The end of her trident tapped the ground when she stopped again seeing Eilonwy. The rubble was unstable in most parts.

"Child, what are you doing?" she asked.

[colur]

"I'm helping," said Eilonwy, tall as she could make herself, young enough that being called a child still stung. She drew her bauble out. It was a point of golden light, shining forth from her hand, so that she might see better into the shadows of things.

"Who knows what these buildings fell on top of."

[preyed]

Too much destruction. Vera had hardly witnessed such carnage in her life, not on such a grand scale like this. She was no stranger to violence, really, and she'd watched a whole town burn in a short hour, its citizens murdered. But that had been by a dragon, not by planes and bombs, things she did not quite understand. It was cruel brutality, pure and simple, and there was no honor in the blind destruction that happened.

She did not necessarily stop to help while she was scavenging. There were people who were still sick and injured, looking for ways out of the rubble. She moved those she could, gave healing to those in dire circumstances. But she did not give them the kindness they deserved. In a way, she couldn't.

But there was a girl who was going out of her way to do so, and she had to stop and stare. "You're never going to get to all of them," she called idly. "Not many will even accept your help."

[hbisea]

For a moment she's caught by surprise by such a light and device. She watched the light spread across and illuminate the shadows, revealing more even more brick and other materials like wood and glass, broken and strewn around.

"This rubble may not be stable. You might hurt yourself." She stepped forward, just in case the Eilonwy lost her footing.

There could be bodies underneath the rubble for all they know.

[colur]

"I know that," she called back, putting her hands on her waist. Even if she hadn't known, experience was the quickest of teachers. (And though her heart was in the right place, Eilonwy's manners were not always the most accommodating.)

"But if I help one person, it's better than helping none of them."

[colur]

"Someone might already be hurt! And my own legs work just fine." As if to demonstrate, she wobbled, sending a few pebbles dancing down the pile. But she quickly righted herself, her arms sticking out like wings. "I've climbed trees before, for your information. Although, they told me I oughtn't do that either."

[hbisea]

"For good reason," she said flatly. She sighed and in a single bound, leapt a couple of feet forward in the air to situate herself on top of the rubble as well. Her hand reached out in an attempt to take Eilonwy's arm and steady her. "Is it only you out here?"

[colur]

She recoiled instinctively from the hand trying to grab her, wobbling a bit more in the process. Eilonwy hadn't meant to be rude, but her arms went where they wanted to when she was trying to balance. When she'd steadied herself, she could answer.

"I came here alone, if that's what you mean." She wondered if this woman was some sort of sorceress— she'd never seen anybody jump like that. It made her more exciting, by Eilonwy's reckoning.

[khajidont]

While Jaime hadn't jumped straight to work after the bombings had ended - there was only so much a body could do before needing sleep and a lot of it - but when he decided to brave the rubble, he did so in plainclothes. The citizens here were distrustful of outsiders as it was, and he figured that it wouldn't help sticking out any more than he had to.

Happily, his appearance while traveling around as regular old Jaime Reyes was just about as normal as you could get, so he found himself being mostly left alone as he made his way through the wreckage of the city. Perched on top of one particularly large pile, he saw a girl headed his way, appearance wild enough that it was obvious that she had already been helping for some time. He took a couple of steps towards her, stumbling a little on the unstable ground.

"Hey. Pretty deserted out here, isn't it?"

[hbisea]

She understood the desire to help others. Her first few days in Exsilium had been spent reading and questioning the new world around her, apprehensive to lift a finger.

But then the virus rampaged through the city and then those bombs were dropped. She then fully understood that this United Earth had every intention of slaughtering them. She was forcibly brought here, but she refused to lay down and die.

"It's dangerous. You could find yourself buried underneath this wreckage." She looked around, maybe for a sign of blood or clothing, but nothing.

[dragonlordbight]

Far above a large figure flew, surveying the damage from above in search of particularly damaged areas to aid in the repairing. Helping where he could, ignoring looks of disdain. The citizens had been through much.

When he saw a small figure crawling through the ruins below he begins to circle lower. Searching out a nearby clear landing, finding one not far off he sets himself down, sending a bit of dirt flying from the gust of wind produced from his massive wings.

"Are you in need of assistance?"

[colur]

She nodded, having momentarily recovered her footing. "Once my friends fell into a great pit, where a giant was living. Except he wasn't really a giant, but a wizard who had made himself large on accident. Or, he had meant to make himself large, but he hadn't meant to make himself so large he couldn't fit through doors and gates! The wizard wanted to use them in a spell that would turn himself small again, but if you ask me he was rather small already."

After a hesitation, she added, "The point is, I don't think that will happen here."

[colur]

She walked towards where this stranger was standing, tottering slightly on her way.

"Yes, it is." Eilonwy nodded in agreement. People were much more likely to need help if they were alone, everyone knows that.

"Do you need help?" Looking him up and down, it didn't seem as if there was much wrong with him. Neither of his arms were falling off, for instance. His clothing was very odd, but Eilonwy was used to that by now.

[colur]

She had heard of dragons, of course— there were stories of y Ddraig Goch, the sort you'd tell to a child on your knee. But she'd not seen one. Eilonwy, though, was not one to be humbled easily. She drew herself up as high as she could, standing on tip-toe. And then she fell back down again rather quickly because it was difficult to balance on the rubble.

"That depends," she said. "Have you found anyone in need of assistance?"

[devilsfruitdoctor]

[After the plague, and the bombing, Ibin had known damn well he had barely enough in him to wobble home and collapse on his bed. But now, finally rested and determined not to dwell on the horrors of the past few weeks, he was out and about and trying to help rebuild. Not that the citizens of Exsilium were happy to accept his help.

He had tried, at first, to argue his way around the barricade of four belligerent men, but, well, things escalated. When one took a swing at him, Ibin panicked and bound his hands together with bandages. He took advantage of the brief confusion as the man's friends tried to figure out what had happened and how to free him, to about-face and run back the way he'd come. And now he saw a woman striding towards him, and he'd bet his bottom dollar she was a transport with the same idea he'd had.]

Ooop! N-no, not that way, they've, uh, got the situation in hand. [Merciful gods had he really made this sorry situation into a pun.] And, uh, they're not too happy to see transports right now. [Especially not right now, after the stunt he'd pulled.] But I was on my way to the hospital, where I'm pretty sure they need as many clean hands as they can get! Would you like to come with me?

[hbisea]

That was a random story and she didn't see what it had to do with what was happening here and now. In fact, she didn't look very convinced after Eilonwy had concluded her little tale.

"Get down. I will lift this rubble myself."

[dragonlordbight]

Holding himself tall, Crucible picked his way slightly closer through the rubble. Getting a much better look of Eilonwy as he approached. He had to admire her courage in the face of his massive form. It was quite clear from that moment that she was no native, but rather a fellow transport.

"You are the only individual I have seen from above for some time in this area." He sweeps the area with his gaze before regarding her once more, "You seek to aid any in the area? Admirable,"

[colur]

[ Well, telling Eilonwy there is something she can't do generally has the effect of making her quite determined to do it. She glances the man up and down and then begins to look past him. ]

Are you certain? There are people waiting, behind you.

[ She stands on tip toe to try and get a better look. ]

[colur]

Eilonwy didn't appreciate being ordered around, but on the other hand she wanted to see this lady lift a giant boulder. If she could, of course. Such a feat would be beyond even a Son of Don. So she nodded and began climbing down the rubble.

[colur]

"And I suppose your eyes are better than mine." Dragons' eyesight must be like birds', she reasoned, and everyone knows birds need to see mice in the fields from very high up indeed.

Eilonwy then shook her head. She did not think she was being particularly admirable. You didn't praise someone for journeying to the well and not filling up their bucket. But she didn't know how to best express this sentiment to a dragon.

[hbisea]

While she made it her duty to protect the young, Mera never had the patience to be mouthed off to or ordered around, no matter who it was. She waited until Eilonwy was at the bottom, relatively safe and she hopped down herself. She held her arm out -- the one with the trident.

"Stand back," is all she said before she lifted her free hand.

Eilonwy would first notice the rain wasn't pouring as heavily on her head anymore. The droplets curved midair, quickly merging with each other until it took the shape a flat, watery disc that slipped beneath the rubble. It was heavy and she could feel a muscle or two protest in her body, but several seconds later the wreckage was carried a good few meters in the air.

[dragonlordbight]

"Quite so, although that does not mean that there may be those hidden from above," He comments reasonably.

When many of the natives were particularly adverse to Transports even to the point of fights. Some lesser people would refuse to go to lengths it seemed that this girl was doing.

"Perhaps I shall aid you in your endeavor, should you wish it," he offers with the slightest dip of his head, "I do not believe we have had the chance of introductions however, I am dragonlord Crucible of Sanction, of the world of Krynn,"

[khajidont]

"No, I'm good. That's why I'm out here, actually. To help," Jaime said, looking Eilonwy and the state of her dress over. His mouth twisted into a smile, tempered into something smaller than it may ordinarily be by the wreckage that surrounded them. "I'm a Transport too."

He took a moment to look around them, the air eerily still after they had become so accustomed to the boom of bombs overhead for what had seemed like ages. "Hard to figure out where exactly to start."

[devilsfruitdoctor]

[Yes about those people! Two of them are tearing at the bandages binding their friend's hand, and the last is starting to turn towards Ibin and Eilonwy with an angry shout.]

Whoops! Time to go! UMM, you should definitely come with me, miss!

[colur]

"That's water magic!" she said, because that was very much how it seemed to her. Her voice was excited, like bells on a sleigh horse, and she was smiling. Eilonwy was curious by nature, but especially curious about sorcery.