Egret, Late Day 25, Early Day 26 | Healing Car | Open

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel walked into the Healing Car and pulled out a chair. He'd brought some Athelas with him from the Greenhouse car, in case anyone needed it.

He does have training as a healer, but he's also there to cheer people up, chat about whatever, and generally glow about the place, as his aura will boost any natural or magical healing abilities.

[Feel free to call him over or engage in conversation, if you are one of the many people who needs a little patching up.]

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Talk about putting your two cents in.

[najaran]

The creature's central gems and rings spun faster pulling it in. "MEOW! That's good!"

Isn't it nice that inflation hasn't affected that?

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel had opened his eyes in time to see the sparkly display. He slumped back a bit in relief. "I am glad it worked!" He looked down at his hand. "I think I might be able to manage another?"

He also checked on Najaran. "How are you doing? Need another bowl? Anyone else?"

ROFLMBO. That is true.

[najaran]

"No need, meow!" Cait Sith said happily, moving to sit at the edge of the table near Najaran so he could swing his feet, cloak back in place.

Najran yawned. "What other kinds of yummy food do we have here?" she asked, head pillowed on her arms next to her once again empty bowl.

He might have to cut her off for her own good....

[laurefindil]

"Are you the kind of cat that likes head scritches?" he asked Cait Sith.

Then his eyes were drawn to Najaran. "We have all sorts," he said softly, his voice gently sing-song. "Like pastries, and sandwiches, vegetables, and desserts, little nibbles and large meat pies, all here in the kitchen, ready for you in the morning."

She probably did need more to eat, if she were also supplying energy to her friends, but perhaps she needed sleep more right now.

[najaran]

"There is a kind that doesn't?" Cait Sith asked, almost appalled.

Najaran licked her lips, the melody lulling her to sleep, as he drowsiness warred with her constant desire for new and yummy foods. Sleep was winning...

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel reached over and gently started giving Caith Sith ear scritches as he sang a menu lullaby to Najaran.

[What will the cards do when he carries her back to the infirmary and puts her to bed...figure she'll wake in her own bed regardless, so easier to take her there for now!]

[najaran]

(They'll follow along till she releases them when she wakes up.)

The song pushed her over the edge. One hand on her spoon, one hand on the stem of the flower, she fell asleep.

Cait Sith was purring happily, and the others crowded closer, done with their food, curious about scritches.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel looked at the others, crowding around. "Let me put her to bed, then we'll see if any of you like scritches, too, shall we?"

He carefully took the spoon away from her and tucked her hands in close, flower still with her, and then picked her up. "There are beds in the infirmary, which is where I am needed. Is that acceptable?" he asked her friends.

[najaran]

She curled against him.

The cards nodded. "We will stay with her till she wakes, meow."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel carried Najaran back to the infirmary and placed her on the bed. He made sure both the flowers and the cards were tucked away safely, so if she whisked off back to her own bed she would have them with her.

He sat back down in his original spot and indicated anyone who wanted to could come sit with him. "Now, who wants ear scritches?"

[najaran]

He would find a cat and a furry little beast in his lap and a gremlin trying to scale - pun intended - his arm to reach his shoulder. Or possibly his head.

Fast asleep, Najaran was oblivious to it all.

[laurefindil]

[Glorfindel sits and pets and talks about various things. Do any of the cards have questions or concerns?]

End or skip?

[najaran]

They do not, or rather, all their questions are for their Cepter. But they happily take scritches and attention. Cait Sith would wander over to Najaran though and curl up to sleep against her.

Re: End or skip?

[laurefindil]

[I don't know...I'm just enjoying them so much, so...how about skip?]

Sure! I'm enjoying too!

[najaran]

So she would sleep for several hours before rolling over and yawning. "Wha....?"

Re: Sure! I'm enjoying too!

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel was softly singing to himself in Elvish, petting one of the card friends that had climbed onto him, when she woke.

"It's a good thing that bed is a little wider than our bunks, or you might have fallen off," Glorfindel said with a smile at her. He reached over with his free hand and started to warm the little pot of stew he'd fetched earlier.

[najaran]

She sniffed, sitting up as she smelled food. "Smells good...." she pushed herself more upright and absently pet Cait Sith as she did. Her eyes were still closed, however. "wha timsit Gooligan?"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel smiled kindly at her and shook his head. "He's not here right now," he said softly. "It is about 3am Train time."

[I picked a time at random!]

[najaran]

Her eyes finally opened and it took her a long sleepy moment to place him... and where she was. "Oh, so it wasn't all a dream then?" She wasn't back home?

[laurefindil]

"Afraid not," he said gently. "But we do have food. Would you like to wash your face first?"

[najaran]

She scrambled to get out of the bed for the food and landed on her face. "Ow. Right. Not my bed."

[laurefindil]

He helped her off the floor before one of her card friends could do so. "Do you often wake disoriented?" Glorfindel asked, concerned. He helped her to the chair and got her a bowl of stew and a spoon.

[najaran]

"Mmmmm, mmmhmmm," she said, and the grabbed for the bowl and spoon. She ate a few bites then considered and shook her head. "I think it's been worse since I got here. Dunno why though..." she said, thinking as she ate.

[laurefindil]

"You are in a strange place with strange people and you do not have your grounding rod, your friend, the talking stick," Glorfindel pointed out. "What sort of routine did you have at home?"

[najaran]

She considered the question as she ate. As well as the rest of what he said. "Well, I'd get up and grab a snack while I started making us breakfast. Summon my cards and call my Master down so we could all eat together. Then either training or chores or both. Depending what he had me doing either my Master or I would make lunch. We'd all eat together. Then more training or chores, then one of us would make dinner. Then more training or chores for a bit, then after the kitchen was cleaned I had some free time, and then bed." She took another few bites.

"On days he was out or market days things were a little different, of course. If he was out it was usually more chores than training, and more free time between, but I had to make all my own meals. And market days I actually got to go and buy fresh food to refill our supplies."

She took another bite as she considered.

"Recently though he's sent me out on a mission, and so there really isn't a routine anymore. I mean I traveled a lot to Soron, and then Gooligan and I were on our own and kind of got dragged into this big tournament. We had to save the town and everything. Then we almost WERE dinner for the Lord of Flies. After the Lord of Flies and the Black Cepters ran away, the town started having a rain of sea water and fish and became a seaside town again which was nice. And my friend made us a huge feast again before we left. Um then when I got lost after the Dimension Door issue I kind of got arrested..." she rubbed the bank of her head. "Totally not my fault. But Alta and them broke me out and then the routine was mostly camping and traveling on our way to Bisteam. Joaquin made me study lots, though, and Ganz liked to tell stories. Sometimes Alta and I would fetch fire wood together. After I accidentally tried to cut down a Woodfolk none of them let me go for firewood alone. And they stopped letting me cook dinner cause I ate too much as I cooked. If they fished more there would have been plenty," she said, a bit grumpily.

She ate as she considered. "There wasn't really a routine when we were challenging the gates. And after..." her voice broke, and there was a lump in her throat that had nothing to do with stew. "After Kigi died..." she said softly, "And the Dark Lord was dealt with, we got a little lost..."

She forced herself to think more of what came after, rather than dwelling on Kigi and Bisteam. That was all still too sad.

"Tare found us and brought us to Gru.... Mistress Grubel!" she quickly corrected herself, hunching her shoulders in like she expected to be yelled at or worse. She let out a small sigh of relief when that didn't happen. "With her the routine was mostly chores chores and more chores, whatever she felt like making us do that day. But it helped, being so busy. Meant I didn't really have time to think."

She shook her head. "Then after she gave us the information for my Master, we headed home. But he was already gone. Then we got kidnapped again while waiting for him...." she considered then shook her head. "It's been a while since I've really had routine that was stable, I guess. Master Horowitz and I had just started to travel to investigate... um... something..." that she wasn't supposed to talk about. Whoops. "When I wound up here..."