all_is_truth | I carry my home within me

Who:Khemrys, Any
When: At the start of things
What: A healer stumbles through a portal to find a role such as she has held before.

The cube world she had grown comfortable upon had...faltered. The Elo that had bound her shattered when she stepped upon the paths and she could feel her own world and the Hunt calling her home. The answer, as ever, was to run. There was no bridge back to her temporary sanctuary, but she could flee the bonds of her own world until the feeling stretched and strained and finally snapped, allowing a greater Need to rush in and pluck her from the darkness.

When she woke it was in a simple, molded chair in a hospital built on a larger scale than the one she had worked in previously. The fitful flashing of the Emergency room lights brightened as she watched, flooding the rooms around her with clear, clean light. "Hello Doctor," the voice came over the PA system, simple and clinical.

"Hello?" she offered in kind. "Where is this?"

"The hospital, will you take up a term of service here doctor?"

"...yes, if there is need?"

"Your account will be credited monthly, have a nice day doctor!"

Well, that was certainly...odd? One could probably follow her progress through the hospital by the floors that lit up the moment she came off each set of stairs. This empty hospital had a doctor now, mayhap there would be need in time. For now, well, best she familiarize herself with the layout? Abandoned or no it seemed as if someone or something felt a doctor may be needed...and the longer she kept herself busy the less time she had to mourn the loss of the home she had built.

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"Cracks and shards, I had not thought to check my Elo," Tazendra said. "But the lantern I carried as a finder has gone out, and I feel that bodes ill."

"Mine shattered in the darkness as I thought to go to a world mission, from there I fled the pull of my world," she admitted, oddly calm about running away. "I have been offered a place as doctor here, I do not sense ill intent, no stench of evil...but I have not seen beyond this hospital. I do not know where we are."

Tazendra looked around. "I have only seen enough to conclude we are not in Penrose, and not likely in my own world. You see, the chairs are sized for a person of your size."

"Yes, the entire hospital so far is of a scale," she chuckled. "And slightly less close feeling than walking the halls of the wards on Penrose. I...do not believe we might return." Another home lost, another life discarded, were they all to drift and be taken in by stranger and stranger places?

"Not without assistance, or a great deal of study. That was not in my studies of sorcery."

Which, come to think about it, made Tazendra wonder if she'd kept Penrosian magic with her. Her theory had been that she could use Penrose's magic because of her connection with the Lantern, just as she'd done with the Orb in her home. But if the Elos were gone and shattered, and her lantern was extinguished...

"I will ever go where there is need," she admitted softly. "If there is no other to care for the wounded as might come I will not seek to leave..." but if other 'doctors' came, or healers? Then she might be free to do so. Her people could be bound, easily, by their calling.

"I will miss those I have known, and hope my finding brother may follow...but if I stand as lone healer then so be it."

"Your finding brother, yes. Ah, on that matter, have you seen Loki?" Tazendra wondered. If she was going to be in another strange place, and again alone among the people from her world, at least she wanted people she knew.

"He was quite wroth to find himself in a closet here," she admitted, amused. "As this place has thus far proven empty I did not seek to detain him when he sought to see more of this new place..."

"I will have to seek him out, then. Should you see him again, assure him of my good health."

"Well and good," she agreed easily, poking her head in the doors they passed. "Were you found together then? Or is he your brother in truth perhaps?"

"The former," Tazendra said. "We are not even the same species." She didn't remember what Loki's native species called itself, only that he was adopted and had become a god, and that he was one of the few people who was as old as Tazendra thought he looked.

"Some may be kin but not related by blood," she pointed out easily, "but well and so. He is closer to mine own, honestly. My own world would not find him amiss, hard though it may use him should he find himself there." For Loki was Old Blood and Other, or close enough to make no nevermind to her world. He would draw a great deal of attention from powers greater than himself though, those seeing a good gaming piece appear.

"I am glad you have kith here though, it is a kindness, though here you may need other diversions than Finding. It is not a place that feels connected to the Darkness that surrounded Penrose."

"Nor the light of the Lantern," Tazendra agreed. "Nor is it my own world, for I still cannot sense the Orb or the Great Sea."

She considered this. "Closer to your own? Are you a god?"

"Should work be necessary here I am ever glad of others come to healing? But I do not think you would find peace in it as I do," she admitted a touch wryly.

Ah, well, that was a bit complex to answer really. "No, I am of the Old Blood, the newer races might call some of my own Gods, yes, but they are but elders leading the younger powers."

"Ah. As the Serioli are in my own world," Tazendra said. "It is said they lived in the world long before my own race and the Easterners arrived. Though they are reclusive."

"The Old Blood gave the lands of the Dales to the newer arrivals and withdrew beyond the Wastes," Khemrys admitted softly. "Though at times the blood flares true in someone not among their own kind. I was born of the Dales, and mayhap would have made my way true to my kin."

"Then you are not a different species than the newer comers," Tazendra said. She knew only a bit of genetics, but what she knew told her that this was more like individual talents rather than the differences in bloodlines.

"We are," she chuckled softly. "But Power moves in the Old Blood and it can adjust a body. If we leave beside another race long enough, a few decades, then children are possible. Rare children, perhaps three or four in a lifetime of many, many years, but so it was when the Dalesmen came, and the Sulcar, and many others. Many of the Old Blood are stronger even, being flesh shapers in the older tales, but you do not see them in the tamer lands these days."

Ah, wait, "those days. They are not my days any longer. Ah, pardon the statement I did not mean to mislead. I cannot create creatures, I assure you, I am a healer only."

"Three or four children is not so few," Tazendra said. "I have known marriages that lasted for hundreds of years and produced only a child or two."

Granted, one needed the better part of a hundred years to raise a Dragaeran child to an age where they could fend for themselves.

"Among those I was raised with it is very few," she chuckled. "I...did not get to see my own people. I know from the blood I may read within myself that long lived as my kith are they bear few? But among the Dalesmen it is habit to speak of many children in very few years. Enough to drive one mad with children one would think," she chuckled.

I carry my home within me

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