No one ever talks about the Cove under a harvest moon, the orange paints the rock, the waves and shore’s pebbles like the licks of a steady flame. It is the middle of the night and the moon, pregnant and bright, lights the ground below and everything shifting beneath it. Beyond the safety of the Cove’s borders there is violent raucous. Screaming, growling, moaning – fear and suffering. Kota has family out there, a daughter, a father; but they’re either surviving or died and there is nothing that can be helped on either account, right? Her heart crumples inside the warm cavity of her chest, but above the surface she is a stone-faced woman with her glass blue eyes rolling from east to west.
She lets out a call, a whinny of several layers and trailing repeats. It is loud and echoes off of the oily cliffsides, her voice unhindered by hoarseness or breakage. They are her people and she has ability to heal them of their suffering. She cannot fix them, but she can ease their physical pains. Her magic is mostly of light and brightly colored smoke. Ribbons of yellow light pour from her ribs and her chest, swirling and wrapping all around her pale ink-smeared body. In the darkness it will be bright and it will call them, draw them in, everyone knows magic is the only savior to be had these days. She waits for them to come and as they gather, she lets a thick cloud pale blue smoke roll from her feet and spread to hang around the group’s ankles. The smoke will reach all of them eventually and their skin (starting with their ankles) will begin to tingle. The sensation is a minty, cold tingle, and it will creep up their legs as the smoke rises in long skinny tentacles to wrap around their knees. The beams of light break from Kota’s body to find a host, one or two for each body depending on the severity of their symptoms. The strings of light bend and dance cheerfully over their wounds, turning colors depending on whomever they’re working on.
She stays silent, watching them as her limited help does what it can to help.
come get healed! well sorta, get relief - but you're still infected!
you can show up and leave or talk to her.
sorry if the post is confusing.
take all the liberties you need in replying, you can PP her if you need (nothing cray, duh)
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