Howling winds, thrashing rain, relentless storms - all these are things which Skellig is well-accustomed to, so the discomfort of having Elihu 'search' through the crevices of his soul for any hidden dangers or darkness is minimal. Though it is unsettling, and once the world comes back, Skellig has to take a long moment before he can answer Elihu's question.
(Another round of beer is brought to the table at some point before the conversation resumes.)
"There was a villager who fancied your sister," he says. "Who took great offense to the fact that she did not desire his advances. Once I arrived, he saw me as a threat to his 'conquest'." Skellig's tone is clear of how he feels about Akatan's advances. "And as she would not lay with him, he shot her, with an arrow through the breast."
He touches his own chest where the barb ripped through Kreyu's flesh.
"I am a healer, by nature. I lay hands, give my own Light...Kreyu likens it to your Karma, my energy...it is how I work to heal" he explains. "Her wound was dire...mortally so. I fought to heal her, but she continued to slip deeper."
Skellig's voice is quiet, and it is clear he is simply repeating the facts as they occurred, trying to avoid growing too upset by replaying the images in his mind of her pale face staring up at him, her desperate grasps at his arm as she struggled not to drown.
"She offered me one of her items of Karma to aid my Light," he says. "I...I took her blood within my own lungs. That gave me enough time to heal her wounds."
Lifting the mug to his lips, he drinks to wash away the taste of iron and salt, the memory of her blood on his tongue and in his lungs causing him to shudder.
"Over my lifetime...lifetimes...I have walked many to meet Death. But I would not allow Them to take her on that day. I was able to heal her before my grip on her was lost, before this connection with her world was broken."
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Date: 2024-05-26 09:45 pm (UTC)(Another round of beer is brought to the table at some point before the conversation resumes.)
"There was a villager who fancied your sister," he says. "Who took great offense to the fact that she did not desire his advances. Once I arrived, he saw me as a threat to his 'conquest'." Skellig's tone is clear of how he feels about Akatan's advances. "And as she would not lay with him, he shot her, with an arrow through the breast."
He touches his own chest where the barb ripped through Kreyu's flesh.
"I am a healer, by nature. I lay hands, give my own Light...Kreyu likens it to your Karma, my energy...it is how I work to heal" he explains. "Her wound was dire...mortally so. I fought to heal her, but she continued to slip deeper."
Skellig's voice is quiet, and it is clear he is simply repeating the facts as they occurred, trying to avoid growing too upset by replaying the images in his mind of her pale face staring up at him, her desperate grasps at his arm as she struggled not to drown.
"She offered me one of her items of Karma to aid my Light," he says. "I...I took her blood within my own lungs. That gave me enough time to heal her wounds."
Lifting the mug to his lips, he drinks to wash away the taste of iron and salt, the memory of her blood on his tongue and in his lungs causing him to shudder.
"Over my lifetime...lifetimes...I have walked many to meet Death. But I would not allow Them to take her on that day. I was able to heal her before my grip on her was lost, before this connection with her world was broken."