Thread: at the edge of the sea of sand (cyra v and walrusesinmykitchen)

It wasn't an exciting life out alone in the desert, Silthra could easily admit. Crossing the hot -- though comfortable, at least for her scaly figure -- sands, observing as some of the sparse, local creatures displayed some further signs of aggression, and always staying herself at a safe distance. There was something wrong here, her family told her, and she could hardly argue the point, given what she'd seen over her several years in this region. She wished, though, that they had sent someone older, wiser, stronger but she would, apparently, do. As would the thin silk, sandy-colored garments wrapped around her chest, and then her waist as the only bits of clothing they'd left her. 'Why preserve decency for no others to even be around...' she once again found herself wondering in something of a huff. Flexing her otherwise thankfully bared toes in the soft sand beneath her -- much a reprieve from some of the harder patches that lingered here or there -- the snake slowly exhaled a sigh, wiping her eyes from some sand, or mere hallucination, that had seemingly collected. No, there couldn't possibly be a figure a ways off that didn't belong to one of the creatures she knew of around the area that was just foolish. Her family was never to come, and those outside, they'd always said, would not survive in such a place, especially in its current state. And yet, for all her boredom, could she possibly ignore what could be? Perhaps it would be the death of her -- her family had never told her anything of the people outside besides that one, useless fact -- but she was still a healer , she reminded herself as her legs started to move, breaking into a run through the sand to try and approach the figure... who had since fallen. Someone was here after all . A strange one, too no scales, but simply smooth, pale flesh. And hair . And... that . That was... My... come, then. I shall... do what I can, the snake spoke, even if it was just to herself at that point. Fussing a little to herself about how to pick up the figure, and casting her gaze off in the direction of her oasis some ways off, she ultimately opted to turn the woman over and lift her from knees and shoulders, exhaling a sigh and hoping her strength held out at least that long. To the oasis -- a rare, surprisingly verdant patch of green grass, and trees with leaves large enough that good patches of shade were dotted throughout... never mind the crystal-clear pool of water. Slowly lowering the woman onto the grass in a shaded spot when she reached there, she moved herself over to kneel down by the other female's stomach, casting her gaze over that mark. Not something she knew how to do anything about... but she knew enough to recognize a curse when she saw it. At the very least, she could place her smooth-scaled hands carefully on either side of the woman's stomach, slowly rubbing in such that the light blue magic visibly gathering over her hands transferred into the other female. It wouldn't rid the mark... but it would , at least, relieve the effects. And with night's fall soon to come, if she wasn't mistaken, the fading heat was likely to do wonders on its own. Curious... Silthra muttered to herself when her work was done for now, her emerald eyes wandering over Yuna's form. Nothing at all like her, indeed... well, besides the curves. Hesitating for a few moments as her eyes fixed on that pure white hair, she finally allowed herself to reach out to it, slowly and carefully stroking it away from the woman's face, then through some of the longer hair that had settled behind her shoulders. Almost like thread, she mused... but softer. Biting a little at her lip in nervousness, as the female would likely be waking soon after her magic's tending, she shifted herself, and the woman, a little to the extent where her head would be rested back upon the snake's lap, those long, thin fingers continuing to brush curiously through her hair. Perhaps, she considered, it would be seen as a comforting gesture to wake up to, never mind the water nearby, and the fruits in varying stages of growth on the trees dotting the oasis. Impressive, though... to make it all the way out here alone... the nearest edge of the desert is quite a ways away... she muttered to herself, without a clue whether the stranger would wake in time to hear any of it.