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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Characters: Mjrn (Open to Fran and Jote)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Mjrn worries about Jote being overdue and goes to search for her.
Location: Alexandria, then somewhere near the Evil Forest
Date: May, 1803
Warnings: TBA

Patience was not something which Mjrn possessed in abundance and too worried to remain in Alexandria, she gathered her traveling supplies. Perhaps Jote had run into trouble along the way; it would be just like her to downplay or outright not mention any difficulties. Given the amount of Mist in the lower elevations, the young Viera felt as though she had every right to worry.

Upon departing the inn, Mjrn hurried along the winding streets. She paid little heed to those around her, other than to move out of their away and quicken her pace. Familiar faces glanced at the driven Viera curiously, but she didn't have time to explain the change from her usual wandering pace.

It was near the city limits when she overheard a traveler speak of someone with 'rabbit ears' on their way to the city. Whirling around, Mjrn paused them. "You saw a woman with ears such as these? Where?"

The traveler and his companion glanced at each other before he nodded slowly and spoke up. "We were on our way from Treno. It was near that forest...."

"The Evil Forest?" Mjrn hoped she was wrong, but the man nodded.

"I didn't see her go in, but...she didn't look too good."

Mjrn bowed her head, sighing. "No, she would not. The mist....thank you." Without further explanation, she turned away once more and quickened her pace. Once more, the city went unnoticed; only her goal was important. Within moments, she reached the city limits, intent on reaching the stated area before something worse happened to Jote.

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[woodguardian.livejournal.com]

Much as Jote hated being in a state of weakness like this, unable to care for herself, she knew in the back of her mind that she had no choice. If she wanted to come out of this alive, she needed to accept the help her... sisters were offering her.

So that was what she did, holding onto Fran and at least trying to make the journey as easy as possible for her.

[shatterhearted.livejournal.com]

Fran's ears twitched as they strained to hear sounds through the Mist. It was beginning to give her a headache, but it was nothing like the rage that stirred on board the Leviathan or the burning pain she had felt at the Pharos at Ridorana. Yet, she imagined the pain Jote was feeling would be similar to that burn.

She glanced at Mjrn for a moment. "Let us get Jote back to the Inn. There she can rest and we can better aid her."

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

"Indeed." Mjrn nodded, doing her best to ignore her own budding headache. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle, but served as another reminder as to why they should not linger. She quickened her pace just a touch, scanning for any sign of trouble ahead while remaining close enough to them.

To her relief, they remained unharrassed during their trek up to the plateau. Once above the Mist, she turned immediately to check on Jote. That leaving it would be an instant cure had not crossed her mind, but she hoped it aided Jote in some small measure.

[woodguardian.livejournal.com]

Jote did seem to be coming around a little bit after they crossed above the Mist, but it would be some time before she would support her own weight. At least her head was a little more upright and she could pry her eyes open at this point.

"Where have you brought me?" Her voice was still a little harsh like normal, but there was a hint of exhaustion she normally wouldn't allow to cross through it.

[shatterhearted.livejournal.com]

Fran continued to hold Jote protectively in her arms. "Alexandria. You shall rest until you are well. I shall hear no arguements, sister." She replied at Jote's harsh tone.

Her arms were beginning to get a little tired, but she wouldn't let go of Jote until they were back ot the safety of the Inn.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

There was a slight nod from Mjrn at that, her gentle tone a counterpoint to Jote's harshness. "You need not worry. We shall reach the Inn soon." She turned her attention from her stricken sister to scan then area then moved onward, intent on reaching the inn as soon as possible.

[woodguardian.livejournal.com]

Jote was beginning to get her old strength back and as such was finding it increasingly difficult to simply stay quiet in Fran's arms. For the moment, she did so, though the look on her face as she lifted her head to look around definitely showed how unamused she was by this prospect.

"At least I have found myself in the city I was intending to reach."

Jote always had a way of brushing off kindness, but those who knew her would be able to tell that she really did appreciate this sort of thing... She just didn't always know how to show it, nor was she often able to, considering her life in the Wood.