Welcome Tarsh

The sky is full of ominous clouds which darken the sky with their presence. Most people are already inside lest some random spout of snowfall catch them unawares. This time of the year, it is not unheard of. Zeke, being sith-makar as he is, is well-equipped with furs and layers of cloth to keep him warm while he sits on the bench taking his well-enforced lunch break.

The others in his temple know him quite well now and know he will work right through his meals and forget to eat or drink or do any amount of self-care at all so now he is shuffled right out of the temple promptly at meal-time to ensure that he eats.

So here he is on this miserably, chilly afternoon quite by himself with his meal.

Exiting the Althean temple, the half-oruch woman has one arm wrapped round herself, trying to keep herself warm. With her other hand, she tries to awkwardly eat a meat-filled sandwich as she makes her way through the temple district. Stopping near the sith-makar, between mouthfuls of food, she idly says to herself, "I hope the heavens don't open on us."

Zeke looks up at the sound of a woman's voice, blinking once in surprise that there is someone else that is here out in the cold besides him. He notices her cold and shivers a little himself. "Yesssss." He blinks again up at the sky. "You are quite right. Thisss one hopesss that the sssky doesss not open up and let down ssnow to-day."

Snow is one of Zeke's least favorite of all things. Yet it is a semi-frequent occurrence here in Alexandria. Seasonally. "Sssa. Thisss one isss Zeke, ssservant of the Dragonfather. Thisss one bidsss you good after-noon. Are you new to thisss area? Thisss one doess not recognisse you."

"New-ish," Tarsh says. "My sister and I moved here recently, and I'm still looking for steady work." There's a little bow of her head to Zeke, as she says, "It's nice to meet you, though it'd be nicer if it was under warmer conditions."

"Thisss one under-sstandsss." Zeke says, nodding seriously, and offering a little bow of his head in return to hers. "You are right, sssuch introductionsss are niscer in plascesss of warmth than in the out of doorsss." He huffs in amusement.

Still, he doesn't move to stand up, finishing his meal first - which seems to include a piece of cold pie (good none-the-lesss) and he finishes up his tea before rising to his feet. It is then that she might notice that his left limbs - both of them are not made of flesh and blood. Instead they are both made of crystal. In fact, the 'cloak' on his back is not a cloak either. It's a pair of crystalline wings which move and shift as he pads toward the temple.

"Sssa, well then, will you join thisss one in the interior of the temple sso that thisss one might get to know you better? At leassst to know a name?" His tail flickers in the sith-makar equivalent of a smile.

Tarsh hurridly downs more of her sandwich, looking towards Zeke's temple and the way out she was going. After a moment she nods, saying, "Sure. And I'm sorry, I'm Tarsh." She finishes her sandwich, rapping her arms round herself as she follows the sith-makar. From behind, she eyes up the crystalline limbs and wings, though she remains silent on them, not wanting to pry.

"There issss no need for sssorry." Says Zeke, clearly amused and keeping an eye on her. He leads her into the temple quickly, but not too quickly, but at least it's warm inside and that's worth walking a little faster to reach. Once they reach the interior he slows down considerably, actually almost stopping entirely, allowing himself to enjoy the interior of the temple of the Dragonfather - or as most know it - the temple of Daeus. "Thisss one isss a ssshaman, a healer. Are you of a sssimilar calling Tarsssh?"

Once inside the temple, she rubs her arms, trying to warm up quickly. "No, I'm between jobs at the moment," she says. "I dropped my sister off at the temple of Althea, as I wanted to have her looked after while I looked for work," she explains.

Within sight of Althea's (and probably Daeus') temple is Angoron's. Being a warrior god, His followers are probably not strangers to the other temples, either. Then again, Angoron isn't the ONLY warrior god.

Bryn strides into The Sun's demenses, head turning to let her eye look about. Despite being rather thinly dressed for the weather, and covered in a bit of sweat, sand, and possibly a light sprinkling of blood, her lips are split in a wide tusky grin. "Any healin folk about?"

GAME: Zeke rolls Heal: (2)+27: 29

Zeke glances up at the sound of someone's voice calling for 'healin folk' even though he's still on his break. His first thought is that the woman herself might be injured, but the spray of blood on her doesn't actually seem to be her own. Which leads him to think that perhaps she's harmed someone else and is inclined to bring them to be healed. "Sssaa?" He looks at Tarsh. "Perhapsss you can be of aid to thisss one now? If you are willing."

Tarsh looks between Bryn and Zeke. "Sure, I can help, though I'm not sure what I could do," she says. "I'm not so good at the healing," she adds. Still, she moves with Zeke over towards Bryn.

Bryn jabs a thumb back over her shoulder at the temple square before volunteering some explanation. "Couple o' Angorites 'n me jus doin a bit of theologicallin. Li'l friendly debate 'bout Angoron 'n KhorDagorlth." Because everything between Kor and Angoron (or their followers) is generally friendly... though those outside those two groups may have very different notions of 'friendly.'

"Think there's a broke nose 'n the guy's a bleeder. Figured I'd be nice an fetch him some help, eh?" The fair and honorable thing to do, and not at all a way to add some salt to bruised egos. Her grin broadens at the halfsie, even if she's never met her. "Be happy ta have ya there, too, li'l sister."

Zeke huffs. "Thisss one under-ssstandsss." His voice is very calm but the very dryness of his tone suggests that he's not much surprised by this particular happening. "If you can keep them from fighting more, that would be of great aid to thisss one."

With that said, Zeke nods to Bryn. "Lead thisss one to them if you will?" He offers, wrapping his arms around himself to brace for the chill of the wintery outside.

There's a little smile from the half-oruch, and she follows the others out to see the injured outside. Hopefully she can actually help, though she lacks any ability to heal other. "What do you need me to do?" she asks Zeke, wrapping her arms against herself, bracing against the cold.

Bryn nods and turns on her heels to head out of the temple and across the square towards Angoron's. It turns out they don't need to travel all the way into the other temple, as a trio of humans have recently left it for the square. One young man is covering his face and looks unhappy, while a man next to him is laughing while giving encouragements. On the other walks a woman who seems both amused and concerned.

Bryn points as she spots the trio, promptly calling out, "Ey! Nosey! Should get that looked at!" Are there healers in Angoron's temple? Pretty sure. Could the man have had it tended there? Yep. Did he possibly choose not to? Also likely yes. Good thing Bryn is being helpful, then!

Zeke lowers his voice so that only Tarsh can hear him as they approach. "If they begin to get excitable, pleassse do asss you sssee fit to resssolve the ssituation. Thisss one doesss not want them to further harm one another. Thissss could lead to hard feelingsss." He also slips his cloak off and offers it to Tarsh. "Thisss one doess not want you to be too cold. Thisss one offersss it to you." It is a fine, fur-lined white and blue cloak.

As they get closer, he lifts his voice and nods to the one injured. "Thisss one would look at your injury if you would permit." He offers to 'Nosey'. Which is the only 'name' that he has to go by at the moment. Might be the only one he gets today.

Seeing the trio, Tarsh stands up a little taller, though still shorter than Bryn. "Yeah, I can keep things calm," she says, but doesn't elaborate. Seeing the offered cloak, she shakes her head. "You need it more than I."

Despite Bryn's friendly call and the called aid, 'Nosey's' demeanor does not improve. In fact, his expression (well, his eyes, mostly) changes from dour to outright glowering at the oruchess. Energetic enough that his hand comes away from his face to point an accusing finger. "Bith boke ma node!" It could be true: it does look rather flattened and is growing darker, as is the area around his eyes. The bleeding may have stopped, for now, though there are dried lines on his lips, chin and hand. His companions are not as angered, though don't exactly seem overjoyed at the arrival of help; more resigned. The three do stop walking and don't deny Zeke access, at least.

As for Bryn, she doesn't seem upset at all. "Ey, you got your lick in, I got mine. Both made good arguments; mine was jus' better this time." She rolls her shoulder in a shrug before looking to those she brought with and the cloak-offering. "Eh, weren' tryin ta make none cold. Maybe they'd go somewhere warmer, too?"

Zeke carefully takes the man's face in his claws and holds it gently. He has to rebreak the nose. Which causes a yell. And some cussing. But then a warm healing breeze washes over the man and that fixes the break into place where it should be. He doesn't say anything as he works, his attention solely focused on the task of healing. No wonder he asked Tarsh to act as peace-keeper.

Tarsh is used to being hired to simply Look Scary, though that more works on the trio than the taller Oruch. "I hope this was a one-off disagreement," she says to everyone involved.

Bryn winces at the man's yelp, but feels a bit better after the cussing and even moreso when things get healed. "No harm, see?" She seems genuinely not interested in starting anything back up, though her comments could be interpreted as sarcasm. Which might be why she lowers her voice to Tarsh before adding, "Next time, I'll be gentler with 'im." A pause before she thinks to add, "If there's a next time with 'im."

Fortunately, the two are more interested in Nosey's well-being than starting a new 'theological debate,' and Nosey's ire seems to fall away in the face of his face getting fixed. He mutters a bland, "Thanks," to Zeke before stepping away with a "C'mon, let's go" to his friends.

-End