A Place for Revival

[Toadie]

Well, Artemis had passed out, and Töd had no idea what to do, really. She had picked up the woman, intending to try and help, but drew a blank. Eventually she wandered to the water, feeling comfort near it. The woman had mentioned aiding Töd in her quest to settle the land just before she passed out, and the elf needed any help she could get. But it seemed like Artemis was out for a good, long time.

The elf carried her to the ocean's edge at Ianlan Crossing, and dove into the water. She formed a cloud just above the water's surface, similar to the one she carried herself on while she was on land, and carefully positioned Artemis onto it, laying on her back. With that accomplished, she headed toward the cleanest, most refreshing air within Draan: the Matyu Islands.

With as much speed as she could muster while keeping the dragon woman safe, she arrived at the Islands. She picked an island nearby with plenty of trees to provide shade, and lifted Artemis ashore. She brought her to the base of a tree, hid her in the shade, and sprinkled some water from her fist over the woman's head.

What was wrong with her? Töd felt the need to befriend her, mostly because she struck the elf as tough at heart. She needed strong-willed friends to aid her in her fight. She needed them to help her get Draan back. As she waited for Artemis to wake, she couldn't help but think of the angel that she had created the world with. The islands used to be their favourite place to hang out together. It was a place where both their worlds, land and sea, came together. She wanted him back, but was scared of how he might feel, still. Lost in her own thought, she sat beside Artemis, waiting for her to wake.

[windra]

There wasn't really much that could be done at the moment that nature would not mend on its own. Artemis was weak, yes. She had suffered a lot of blood loss and was going through an undead version of hypovolemic shock. This condition was not nearly as serious as the ones humans went through. Living people ... they needed to be hospitalized for that sort of thing. The half-dragon simply required rest. Metabolism would take care of the rest, restoring blood tot he circulatory system and mending damaged brain cells that had been deprived of oxygen due to the lack of oxygenated hemoglobin filtering into the cranium.

After that, it would simply be a matter of regaining strength through sleep. She would wake up in time.

In time ...

She had not felt the move. At all. The dreams were another story. Nightmares. They plagued a fragile mind, prodded it with needles and knives. Voices called into the depths of darkness like tendrils that wrapped around something [ainful and tugged, making her back burn horribly. As she lay upon something soft, Artemis maw parted and her teeth grit A hiss slid through the small spaces between dental bones. The burning continued ... until finally pressure relented. Somewhat. She felt comfortable enough to roll to her side.

And something slid from her pocket. Something square and leather. A wallet. It splayed out on the floor.

Random playing cards (Seven of Spades, for example, and a Joker lodged behind a library card). And then there were the drawins ..