Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

I will not argue that our tribe and its methods of procreating are not...peculiar. I can't say for certain how we even came to be with our limitations, but we have managed to build a thriving society with the methods in place so I can't argue with that. I understand it is terrifying now, I get that but you will see in time. We really do have a good life here. She sighed heavily, glancing down at the log floor where the bowl was set, her hands still firmly placed over the top to shield some of the unpleasant stench. She knew she could just begin the ritual now, it's what Raeliss had done to her. No warning, no words of comfort, and she was powerless to do anything but scream, bound as she was. The ritual was not a pleasant process. She supposed it was civilized in comparison to the way things used to be from the stories Elder Mune had told, from the salve that was created for each ritual, the tea that was brewed to ease the process and the act it's self was very methodical, even if it was unpleasant for the one receiving it. Supposedly a thousand years ago they were no better than than animals, savagely attacking women in the woods, biting and then infecting their wounds by licking them to pass along the affliction. Perhaps that's what it was in the beginning, a disease that plagued the odd traveler, that somehow due to the right people and proper circumstances was able to evolve into something good Lifting one hand from the bowl, she reached into her kilt of wolf furs to withdraw a previously unseen knife. She knew the reveal would only cause more panic, but since what she had to do next would cause the girl to fall even deeper into panic, there was no sense in springing it all on her at once. She was going to do it her way, and hoped that this smithy would benefit from it. She set the knife down across the bowl and placed her hands over the top again, wincing as she caught a draft of the foul odor. Look. You can shout and scream, but it's not going to change anything. Believe it or not I'm trying to make this easy on you, my sapphress was not so kind. This ritual is not pleasant by any means. I'm going to have to cut your flesh with this knife in several places, they will be shallow and quick. I will then cover the wounds with poultice and the salve will seep into your wounds over night. She swallowed, biting her lip, wondering if explaining everything before hand was worth it, she was already panicked, maybe just doing it and getting it over with was better but she had to atleast try. After I've applied them to your wounds, I will give you the tea, you must drink all of it for it to be helpful. I am telling you all of this now because so many, including myself refuse the tea after we've been cut on, because we were frightened, and the poultices are...disgusting. She wrinkled her nose, looking back down to the bowl underneathe her hands, before returning her golden gaze into sasha's blue orbs. Without the tea, you will begin to feel sick and aches throughout your body, it will continue to worsen until you are forced to vomit and it will continue till morning. You will feel like death, I know because I suffered it. I'm trying to tell you ahead of time so you don't suffer like I do, please understand, you are important and I'm trying to make this easier. The tea will ease the pain and help you sleep through the worst of it. No matter how the girl reacted, she picked up the knife, preparing herself for something even she wasn't looking forward to.