Morning Glow

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It had been at least a week since Sylar was killed at the hands of a deer half-breed; or had it been more? Blair had not been able to focus on the passage of time, and his excursion to the Jaw in the company of a rebellion he heard tales about only served to distract him more. The ferret had originally planned to make the journey with Juro – the one person he had experienced more than just a moment of interaction with, but the man was nowhere to be found after leaving with another who was commonly referenced as “the scout”.
The small room he was given as temporary housing was one of many in a shared complex, with Rebellion soldiers and stateless half-breeds existing side by side in the somewhat aged accommodations. His portion was not more than a few meters wide in any given direction, but it was the nicest arrangement he could say he had seen for himself in many months. Not since leaving home… leaving Ellis… had he experienced a night of rest as comfortable as the one he was now waking from. The sheets and blankets that were neatly placed on a decently sized bed were strewn in every direction; an obvious sign of a restless night. Though Blair had made every attempt to push it from his mind, the last night he shared with his fox would remain in the forefront of every dream that he managed to have.
Even travelin’ the world, I can’t get ye out of my mind.
There was a group of voices growing louder with their approach on the other side of the door across the room. The tight quarters did not do any favors for privacy or solitude, but at this point, the ferret had grown accustomed to it. He was by no means bashful or prudish about himself, as showcased by his complete lack of inhibition in traveling back and forth from the communal showers with almost a smug arrogance in his confidence about his charming, compact stature. If nothing else, he had hoped to run into Juro again, in what even he knew were remarkably unlikely odds. Listening closely, he determined that none of the voices belonged to the man in question. Blair shuffled himself off of the bed and into a hunched standing position, peering around for whatever clothes he still had in his possession. Most of his had been lost in the move from Haligan to the Jaw, though it wasn’t too much of a bother. The ferret found himself stealing clothes that were mistakenly left in the latrine once he had finished his shower, and his collection of mismatched articles was growing daily. The outfit of the day on this specific occasion would be a white shirt that was just ever so slightly baggy on him, with a pair of grey trousers that had a similar fit. His own clothes were too soiled at this point to be worn without shame, and though his current choice gave him the appearance of being smaller than usual, it was the best he would get for the day.
Stepping out into the brisk air helped to wake the ferret further; his eyes continued their feeble attempt to adjust to the bright light of the mid-morning sun. There was the same busy atmosphere that he had seen each day since his arrival – wounded being transported to various infirmaries in the vicinity, some being taken back to Haligan for more serious treatment, and construction of various structures that would serve the Rebellion in different capacities. Blair had not found himself useful to anyone quite yet, but he would not resign to coasting through his time here without contributing to the common mission. His current plan was to find anything to assist, regardless of the monotony of it. If anything, he desperately sought out a distraction to keep his mind off of Ellis.
Trying his best to stay out of the way of scuttling soldiers and various other entities who inhabited the Jaw, Blair found himself drawn towards the infirmary closest to his housing. Traffic in and out of it was heavy at this hour, and before he could get in the queue, a loud voice called out from behind.
“Ay, small one!”
Blair turned cautiously, afraid that there would be another smaller being nearby that was being referenced. As he scanned left and right, he found the source of the call, approaching him quickly. A man, at least a foot taller than himself with a stocky stature and remarkably long beard, bounded to meet him.
“I’ve seen you around, ferret. I need a favor from you.”
“Ah, o’ course.” Blair looked the man up and down, unsure of what to make of the sudden inquiry. “What did ye have in mind?”
“How good do you suppose you are at medical work?” The man rummaged through a bag at his side, pulling various clothes and tinctures and wrapping them in an even larger cloth. “You don’t need to answer that. What I need you to do is simple. I’m down some healers – haven’t heard word from them this morning, which is unusual for the lot of them, but I don’t have time to go searching. Take these with you-” He forced the wrapped cloth into Blair’s small paws. “-and see about finding them for me. If you see anyone that needs a quick bandage, give ‘em your aid, and keep going. Let them know that Earl is looking for 'em.”
Blair quickly stowed away the pack in his own bag, careful not to let the cloth unravel as he did so. The man didn’t entertain a farewell, as he began to move past the ferret with his path intent on the infirmary.
“Ay, wait! What are their names?” Blair called out, moving in step with the man. “Who do ye want me to find?”
“Oh, goodness. Yes, I’m sorry!” The man yelled back, not stopping as he spoke. “Dario – he’s a deer half-breed. The other one, I’m not sure of his name, I’m sorry. He’s a goat; about your height. Oh, and a small man too. Just let them know to find Earl!”
Blair didn’t have the chance to gain any more information, as the man had passed the already lengthy queue and pushed his way into the infirmary.
…Dario. Damn it.