The wife of the unconscious man suddenly seemed far more lucid and nodded at the armored woman’s suggestion. She picked up her trailing brown skirts from the muddied snow and dashed off ahead of them at a breakneck pace. The snow was falling steadier now and the streets were virtually empty as almost everyone had retreated back indoors.
Occasionally a few members of the Elements would be seen passing by Sephira and the armored woman , either with wounded also bound for the Hall or with tools to help clear rubble out of the roads. Their time was running short to perform triage for the people of Almund since the storm was surely beginning to return in force.
The mage flexed her shoulders, as the weight of the stretcher was beginning to wear on her. Her knuckles were as white as Lavana’s while they worked to keep the man as level as possible. Without warning, hailstones a little larger than snowflakes began peppering the roofs nearby and thumping into anyone on the street as well. Thankfully it was not enough to be terribly damaging, but surely their time was running out.
When Lavana asked if Sephira was doing alright with the weight she nodded before glancing back up at her. “I’ll be fine.” She said as calmly as she could manage. But in truth her normally calm brown Biqaj eyes were begin to show her anxiety with a thin growing ring of silver around her pupils. “We just have to hurry.” The mage said to no one in particular.
Looking closely they might notice that the man on the stretcher was beginning to occasionally flutter his eye lids. He wasn’t awake yet, but it might be soon. They needed to get him to the medics before he started moving.
After several bits had passed of the pair moving the stretcher slowly down the street in the midst of the quickening storm, they eventually turned onto the street that they were looking for. Elements Hall sat proudly, blanketed in the glow of bright oil lamps. An array of people were constantly running in and out of the building, however there were three people standing at the entrance waiting on their arrival.
The wife of the man they had rescued stood with two Land Troop medics; the green pins at their necks denoting their branch in the military and their armbands sporting the universal medical symbol of dual snakes spooled around a stave marked them as medics. They were both young men who immediately rushed forward to Lavana and Sephira, gesturing for them to bring the stretcher inside the Hall
“I hope you kept his head stationary.” One of them asked sharply as both took up walking along side Lavana and the mage. “If not, it may not be a blessing that you found him…He could be handicapped for the rest of his life.” The other said grimly, ignoring the fact that they had taken such care to bring him to them.
“We did the best we could. He wouldn’t even have the chance to live if it wasn’t for her.” The mage said; mentioning Lavana’s part in all this with a nod toward the woman. With care they entered the door to Elements Hall where a room had been converted into an infirmary in the back with various tables and beds set up.
The man’s eyes fluttered again as the stretcher was lifted up and placed on one of the tables. His wife stood back, for once she was as silent as death while she watched the medics unwind the bandage Sephira had roughly placed on the man’s head to inspect the wound.
Lavana and Sephira had done everything they could.
Occasionally a few members of the Elements would be seen passing by Sephira and the armored woman , either with wounded also bound for the Hall or with tools to help clear rubble out of the roads. Their time was running short to perform triage for the people of Almund since the storm was surely beginning to return in force.
The mage flexed her shoulders, as the weight of the stretcher was beginning to wear on her. Her knuckles were as white as Lavana’s while they worked to keep the man as level as possible. Without warning, hailstones a little larger than snowflakes began peppering the roofs nearby and thumping into anyone on the street as well. Thankfully it was not enough to be terribly damaging, but surely their time was running out.
When Lavana asked if Sephira was doing alright with the weight she nodded before glancing back up at her. “I’ll be fine.” She said as calmly as she could manage. But in truth her normally calm brown Biqaj eyes were begin to show her anxiety with a thin growing ring of silver around her pupils. “We just have to hurry.” The mage said to no one in particular.
Looking closely they might notice that the man on the stretcher was beginning to occasionally flutter his eye lids. He wasn’t awake yet, but it might be soon. They needed to get him to the medics before he started moving.
After several bits had passed of the pair moving the stretcher slowly down the street in the midst of the quickening storm, they eventually turned onto the street that they were looking for. Elements Hall sat proudly, blanketed in the glow of bright oil lamps. An array of people were constantly running in and out of the building, however there were three people standing at the entrance waiting on their arrival.
The wife of the man they had rescued stood with two Land Troop medics; the green pins at their necks denoting their branch in the military and their armbands sporting the universal medical symbol of dual snakes spooled around a stave marked them as medics. They were both young men who immediately rushed forward to Lavana and Sephira, gesturing for them to bring the stretcher inside the Hall
“I hope you kept his head stationary.” One of them asked sharply as both took up walking along side Lavana and the mage. “If not, it may not be a blessing that you found him…He could be handicapped for the rest of his life.” The other said grimly, ignoring the fact that they had taken such care to bring him to them.
“We did the best we could. He wouldn’t even have the chance to live if it wasn’t for her.” The mage said; mentioning Lavana’s part in all this with a nod toward the woman. With care they entered the door to Elements Hall where a room had been converted into an infirmary in the back with various tables and beds set up.
The man’s eyes fluttered again as the stretcher was lifted up and placed on one of the tables. His wife stood back, for once she was as silent as death while she watched the medics unwind the bandage Sephira had roughly placed on the man’s head to inspect the wound.
Lavana and Sephira had done everything they could.