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lostcarnival2017-01-10 07:36 pm
zebrarhyme_everytime) wrote in lostcarnival2017-01-10 07:36 pm
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Who: Zecora and everyone else
Where: The medical tent and in the carnival
When: Soon after the Agent battle
What: Zecora does her job. And is tired.
Warnings: None?
A.
[The medical tent is a dark and shadowy place in the aftermath of the Agent attacks, but those shadows are not unwelcoming. The very essence of the air seems permeated with Zecora's personality, warm and exotic and welcoming if you can get past how mysterious and occasionally creepy it is. In the depths of the tent, Zecora herself stalks from tables to seats to cauldrons bubbling in the back, seeming everywhere and nowhere at once, as if she's less a being and more a force of nature.]
[Given how the carnival is, this is probably a little alarming.]
[Those who are already here, she has instructed already -- whether they're awaiting minor treatments or major. But for those just arriving? Even in the middle of her exams, she lifts her voice to greet them, a faint rasp at the very depths of her rhymes.]
Please enter. Have a seat.
I'll be with you soon to treat
Whatever ailment is your trouble.
Call if I'm needed on the double.
B.
[Late at night, when the businesses of medicine in specific and the carnival in general are done, those keen of eye or sharp of ear -- or who just happen to be walking past the food stands -- will find a zebra half-sitting, half-lying on a bench, a partly-eaten funnelcake lying next to her muzzle. She'd tried to get some food, the first she'd had all day, once she'd single-hoofedly seen to every patient and ailment in the carnival's numbers... but exhaustion had won the day.]
[On the upside, she's looking properly solid now -- but beneath her fur, her fae marks glow a faint grey, apparently unable to stop even out of the presence of active magic.]
[Wait a moment and the observer gets to spot one hoof twitching violently, proof that her sleep isn't quite as restful as she needs it to be.]
Where: The medical tent and in the carnival
When: Soon after the Agent battle
What: Zecora does her job. And is tired.
Warnings: None?
A.
[The medical tent is a dark and shadowy place in the aftermath of the Agent attacks, but those shadows are not unwelcoming. The very essence of the air seems permeated with Zecora's personality, warm and exotic and welcoming if you can get past how mysterious and occasionally creepy it is. In the depths of the tent, Zecora herself stalks from tables to seats to cauldrons bubbling in the back, seeming everywhere and nowhere at once, as if she's less a being and more a force of nature.]
[Given how the carnival is, this is probably a little alarming.]
[Those who are already here, she has instructed already -- whether they're awaiting minor treatments or major. But for those just arriving? Even in the middle of her exams, she lifts her voice to greet them, a faint rasp at the very depths of her rhymes.]
Please enter. Have a seat.
I'll be with you soon to treat
Whatever ailment is your trouble.
Call if I'm needed on the double.
B.
[Late at night, when the businesses of medicine in specific and the carnival in general are done, those keen of eye or sharp of ear -- or who just happen to be walking past the food stands -- will find a zebra half-sitting, half-lying on a bench, a partly-eaten funnelcake lying next to her muzzle. She'd tried to get some food, the first she'd had all day, once she'd single-hoofedly seen to every patient and ailment in the carnival's numbers... but exhaustion had won the day.]
[On the upside, she's looking properly solid now -- but beneath her fur, her fae marks glow a faint grey, apparently unable to stop even out of the presence of active magic.]
[Wait a moment and the observer gets to spot one hoof twitching violently, proof that her sleep isn't quite as restful as she needs it to be.]
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"Oh dear me. No time for rest!" she said, as she struggled to her hooves despite her legs being a big rubbery.
"I must get back, that would be best."
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"Aren't you... I mean. It really looks like you could use a break."
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For all my patients there?"
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"I can heal some... I mean, if you need help."
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Of need for me after an attack."
Exhausted was absolutely correct. Zecora hadn't even been able to eat for sleeping, and she was now officially on her last legs.
"Any help that you could provide
I would never turn aside."
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He would probably help anyway, but if there was anyway he could get Zecora to agree to a nap he was going to try and do that.
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I could sleep away the day," Zecora admitted with a quiet little chuckle.
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"So what form does the healing take
That you'll use to give me a break?"
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"I guess I just, touch someone and cast a spell. Then it heals some of their wounds."
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To make somepony well," Zecora said with a nod.
"Does it work against disease
Or only cure wounds with ease?"
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"It never has before, I don't think it's supposed to." It would be interesting if it could though.
"I do know about herbs and medicine though... If you need help mixing something?"
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"The simpler brews
That I use
Should be within reach
If I but teach
You the basics
Of my mix."
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"Okay." Actually he was a bit excited to learn from someone who knew a different sort of magic from him, though he isn't sure at all how to express that.
"Should we do that now?" Or maybe he should use his magic first? He isn't sure.