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Cylus 17-22
Qit'ria hadn't seen Faith as she dropped off some hafrein meat at Cally's, leaving the raw deliciousness with a very reluctant waiting, demanding that they give it to the healer. Smiling, and with a nod, she left, wondering if Faith had given birth to her babies yet. She'd been so fat the last time Qit'ria came in for healing, for the oozing sores in her chest that remained. She was getting closer to figuring out the ritual to have them removed. And that was giving her a lot of hope toward the future.
She shuddered at a chill that ran through her body. It had been there since she woke up, that unnatural chill, despite being wrapped up in her cloak and used to the cold. Her breath formed clouds of fog in the midday air, and she looked up toward the moons that were out. She always enjoyed Cylus. Hunting by moonlight all season long helped her feel sneakier, more like a proper predator.
Wiping her brow with the back of her hand, she found sweat there. Confused, she touched at her head and hair only to find more. Why was she sweating? It was so cold out, and she hadn't been exerting herself. Trying to shake it off, she made her way to the market square, her furs rolled up under arm. Coughing a bit along the way, her chest was starting to hurt, she saw the man Faith had introduced her to. Moving over, she continued coughing, it was a dry cough, scratching at her throat.
"'ey there lassie, got some more furs fo' me eh? Those beava pelts ya brung me befo' were spot on. Wutchya got now?"
She nodded, but really didn't feel like speaking. She flopped the pelts onto his table, and he began examining them, divvying out the coin for each in turn. She sold almost exclusively to him, and with Faith's recommendation and backing, and Qit picking up his special requests, he always gave her a fair deal. Not the she really cared. She only earned money because people say you need it. Her coin purse was heavy and yet, she hadn't really found much to spend it on. She just didn't need or want for much.
She twisted her torso about, finding her back, neck and shoulders were stiff and aching now. Another coughing fit flared up, to the point that it made her a bit dizzy.
"Ya okay lassie?"
She nodded, taking her coins, and walking away. She wasn't paying any mind to where she was going, feeling light headed and dizzy as she continued to cough and hack. More sweat covered her body, her head was throbbing now, as she hobbled about through the streets aimlessly. The coughing struck particularly hard, and Qit had to stop moving in order to focus on just surviving that fit. And then she fell over, passed out from a loss of air from coughing too much, blocking someone's doorway, a crumbled heap in the snow.
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Cylus 17-22
Qit'ria hadn't seen Faith as she dropped off some hafrein meat at Cally's, leaving the raw deliciousness with a very reluctant waiting, demanding that they give it to the healer. Smiling, and with a nod, she left, wondering if Faith had given birth to her babies yet. She'd been so fat the last time Qit'ria came in for healing, for the oozing sores in her chest that remained. She was getting closer to figuring out the ritual to have them removed. And that was giving her a lot of hope toward the future.
She shuddered at a chill that ran through her body. It had been there since she woke up, that unnatural chill, despite being wrapped up in her cloak and used to the cold. Her breath formed clouds of fog in the midday air, and she looked up toward the moons that were out. She always enjoyed Cylus. Hunting by moonlight all season long helped her feel sneakier, more like a proper predator.
Wiping her brow with the back of her hand, she found sweat there. Confused, she touched at her head and hair only to find more. Why was she sweating? It was so cold out, and she hadn't been exerting herself. Trying to shake it off, she made her way to the market square, her furs rolled up under arm. Coughing a bit along the way, her chest was starting to hurt, she saw the man Faith had introduced her to. Moving over, she continued coughing, it was a dry cough, scratching at her throat.
"'ey there lassie, got some more furs fo' me eh? Those beava pelts ya brung me befo' were spot on. Wutchya got now?"
She nodded, but really didn't feel like speaking. She flopped the pelts onto his table, and he began examining them, divvying out the coin for each in turn. She sold almost exclusively to him, and with Faith's recommendation and backing, and Qit picking up his special requests, he always gave her a fair deal. Not the she really cared. She only earned money because people say you need it. Her coin purse was heavy and yet, she hadn't really found much to spend it on. She just didn't need or want for much.
She twisted her torso about, finding her back, neck and shoulders were stiff and aching now. Another coughing fit flared up, to the point that it made her a bit dizzy.
"Ya okay lassie?"
She nodded, taking her coins, and walking away. She wasn't paying any mind to where she was going, feeling light headed and dizzy as she continued to cough and hack. More sweat covered her body, her head was throbbing now, as she hobbled about through the streets aimlessly. The coughing struck particularly hard, and Qit had to stop moving in order to focus on just surviving that fit. And then she fell over, passed out from a loss of air from coughing too much, blocking someone's doorway, a crumbled heap in the snow.