ORIGIN - All I've got to give

He'd never been down here before, with its trees that reached up so high into the mists and its slippery roots and treacherous grass that sent you tumbling into its black, cold waters. He'd long ago taken off his little gloves and put them on his tiny antlers to keep them safe and dry, and every once in a while he had to stop and rest against a tree to nurse a new cut on his soft fingers.

He did so now, while curling around himself and staring vaguely into the mist. He hadn't seen anyone in so long. Half of him was relieved at this, knowing his father and brother wouldn't come to interrupt his daydreamings and tinkerings, but half was lost, knowing he wouldn't see those kind faces in Pisces again.

He hoped Mama was happy....wherever she was.

He looked down at his hands then, seeing the faint scar lines and fresh cuts and dirt from this forested room, then saw it blur as tears formed in his eyes.

@Gigatsuhali

Cetus was an interesting place she couldn't help coming back to, no matter how many times she went home to Polaris or visited Orion. So, there she was again, soaring through the only sky she'd ever know. She'd become stronger with time and learned new things and now was a time to try something she hadn't, yet. Her feathers ruffled, beak feeling a tingle. Before she knew it, she was experiencing sensory overload. A rough landing was the result, splashing up water and nearly taking out a tree on her way down - er, maybe the tree would of been taking her down, instead - and floundering about a little.

A sigh followed as she straightened herself out and attempted to focus on what she was... seeing? Feeling? Perhaps "knowing" would be the closest description. As she tuned in, something caught her attention and she focused harder, finding it was bacteria growing in wounds. A fix she could most certainly perform! A shake of her head brushed the last of that overwhelming spell away, legs carrying her the short distance to the other gembound she had sensed.

Perhaps they'd appreciate a little warning about my presence. Gigatsuhali nodded her affirmation. "Hello, there! My name is Gigats-" she tripped over an under-water root, grunting as she nearly face-planted into the mud. When she looked around herself again, she found the one she was looking for and smiled kindly, feathers around her head and neck fluffed out from the stress of nearly injuring her own self - twice.

"Hah, sorry about that. My name is Gigatsuhali Yinehi. I... couldn't help, but notice you have some injuries... can I help you with them?" she spoke softly, hoping to look and sound welcoming and friendly despite the curve of her beak. But a scavenger, but even then not all felt safe if they were prey species. She wasn't sure what this one was, though, not that it truly mattered to her one way or the other.

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Tag: @Yarrowfeld

When he heard a new voice, his head snapped up and he blinked rapidly. He raised the back of his hands up to his face to wipe the tears away, but hesitated - his hands were utterly filthy, so he used the crook of his elbow instead, sniffing a few times.

When he could see again, he watched the bird nearly fall right into the murky water, and he uttered a sharp sound of surprise, rising to his feet. "Are you okay?" He said, concern written clearly over his face. "This place l-loves to trip people, I think."

She introduced herself kindly, and he gave a nervous, flickering smile with red-rimmed eyes and a very pink nose. "I w-would like that," He replied quietly. "I'm Yarrowfeld."

He'd never heard a name like Gigatsuhali before, but the names he heard here were all so varied. Carrie, Makyna, Leon, Baroque...his expression fell. He missed them so much. He shook his head a little bit and held his hands out to Giga for her to look at. "A-are the cuts b-bad?"

A smile and a giggle followed his statement. She had assumed she tripped because she is a bird more used to flying these days. His statement made her rethink that, though. Perhaps the hidden roots tripped everyone... that made more sense as she thought about it. Silly her! She gave him a solid nod to reassure she was just fine, continuing to smile softly. His lovely name was repeated in her mind many times, feeling out every syllable without actually saying his name out loud.

"A pleasure to meet you, Yarrowfeld," she chimed, enjoying how his name felt to say. "They're not too bad, no, but they can get infected out here."

With a quick examination of the cuts, she went to work. With a little push of magic, she was able to provoke healing in the cuts, although it didn't heal them up all the way. It was disappointing, but sometimes she wasn't always able to achieve things in the first go. Instead of using a lot of energy trying again, she reached into the pack under her wing. When she reemerged, her beak shined with some kind of goo, which she pressed into his wounded hands, smearing as much as she could from her beak to his skin.

"There, you should be good now. Just rub your hands together and get that into what's left of the wounds. Oh! And wrap them with these," she said. Another reach under her wing resulted in the retrieval of a roll of old bandages, discolored from time, although clean enough to cover injuries safely.

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Magic rolled from her to his hands, making him sigh pleasantly. It felt so nice to feel the sharp pain taken away from the sensitive skin, and it was fascinating to see the cuts at first scab over incredibly quickly, then turn a sweet pink color.

He watched with fascination as Giga reached under her wing for a cleverly placed little bag filled with nice smelling things. He did as he was told and rubbed his hands together, smiling a little easier when the soothing cool stuff numbed the freshly pink marks. They'd probably scar like the other nicks on his fingers, but he didn't mind. She was right, he didn't want them to be infected.

"You're a very good doctor," He said quietly, offering a tentative smile at her.

He took the gauze from her gingerly, wrapping up one hand while he pursed his lips, and though he was careful, he made one hand too tight, making his fingers clumsy and the other hand's wrapping sloppy and too loose. He tsked to himself and undid both, saying, "Ah, I'm j-just no good at healing, I guess."

@Gigatsuhali

The compliment made the bird blush under her feathers, eyes darting up to him then back to the hands as he tried to wrap them up himself. She had hoped it would be easy for him to do, but alas, she would have to work her less magical magic on him, as well. Her smile grew and she shook her head, a wing stretching out so the tips of her feathers may brush his face.

"It is not easy to do. If you wanted to be a healer, I am sure you would do wonderfully. It takes practice as all things do, though."

Giga took one roll from him, nudged his hands into position, then began to wrap him, standing expertly on one foot while the other and her beak worked to keep his wounds safe. There would be a wobble from time to time and there would be moments she would rest both feet on the ground while the cloth was held in beak. Still, she got it done in a good time frame, quickly moving on to do the same to the other hand. In the back of her mind, she remembered when Cayenne had thought that being without hands would hinder her. Although it didn't make things any easier, Giga found herself able to perform any task, thus far.

"How do they feel now? Comfortable? Is there anything else I may do to assist you, Yarrowfeld?" she said, looking him over. He didn't seem to have any further injuries. Such was good, but it left her wondering if now she would have to leave this new acquaintance to his own devices.

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He breathed a small laugh when she complimented him in return, staring at the new bandages over his hands. He really highly doubted he'd make a good doctor - maybe he could sew well, but sewing into someone awake and in pain just seemed too scary for him. Leather or fabric was much nicer. Or flowers. Flowers and grass were always kind and forgiving when he weaved them together.

He flexed his hands and nodded, saying, "It's perfect," under his breath. He looked up at her, smiling shyly. "Thank you." Then he looked at the bag tucked under her wing, his expression turning hesitant. "I, um....do...you have enough p-pockets for your bag? I c-can make more, or, um, sew something for you." He twiddled his fingers together while looking at the ground. "You did s-something nice for me, and, um, I would like to do something nice for you."

Would she even want anything from him? He was so inept with bandaging his own hands, he wouldn't think ill of her if she refused.

@Gigatsuhali