Healing More Than One Thing At Once {Myth, Open}

[iamontda]

Tioren blinked her eyes. She shook her head and fluffed her wings. Another day in the infirmary, another day of learning. She looked around for anyone, then Tioren outstretched her wings all the way, and one was slightly bent all the way down. "Here goes nothing..." Tioren flapped har wings a bit, still outstretched. She stopped and closed her eyes, imagining herself gliding through the air, just soaring with many birds, owls, allies. But something suddenly made it sour.

The sky turned dark, black and then red-black clouds. The center of the clouds turned rose red, and enemy birds cascaded the owls from them. They attacked, Tioren got picked up, thrown and pummeled by birds of her type, good and bad. She was soon falling, falling... and quickly opened her eyes. Tioren screeched and tried to quiet herself after a second. "That was a bad choice..." Problems that Tioren had, other than flying, were dreams and locked-up wings. She had once again accidentally fallen asleep for a while. When would the problems end? And the same dream over and over again? It didn't seem right.

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[atrb=background,http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/Astoll3.png,true] "Hmph," Astoll wasn't best amused by youngsters complaining. It drove him mad, sometimes, the complaints they'd make. Oh, Astoll! My foot hurts! Why does it hurt? I don't know! Go away then. It was the same every time. They'd come in, complain about something, he'd ask why, they didn't know, then he'd tell them to go away. Most of the guardians found him... annoying. He was grumpy and always snappy. Few knew why. Astoll supposed only King Arctus was aware of why he was such a moody owl. Maybe. He could have said his friends knew, but wait! Astoll didn't have any friends. He was too busy shooing everyone away so the infirmary was nice and peaceful and quiet. Unfortunately for the snowy owl, the infirmary was never nice and quiet and peaceful. He'd been instructed to look after an owl called Tioren. Looking after her didn't bother him, but... the fact he had to teach her to fly all over again? That was what annoyed the old owl. He may had been looking forward to it when he had his brood, but.. not so much any more. Why couldn't the youngsters who were branching help her? It'd be much more useful for him if he was allowed to do his work in sorting the herbs and making the place look tidy. Astoll squinted as he heard Tioren screech. "Oi! Stop your screeching! You're frinking me off!" Okay, maybe he was being a gollymope, but what else could he be. The owl hopped over to Tioren, stepping close like he did so he could see her properly. He stared at her, unblinking. "You need to concentrate on your exercise, not falling asleep in your croft," the owl muttered, hopping away from her, wings spread out so he could see where he was going. "I swear those owlets are rearraging the crofts. It's frinking different every frinking time." Description = a48c8c Speech = 7b6b6b

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Tioren closed her wings. She ruffled her feathers. "Sorry..." She was used to Astoll's language. Tioren was actually... a bit fond of him. Not in the real way, of course, she was too young. She still wondered in any terms when she'd get done with flying lessons and such, when flying was a naturality, like before. Tioren had made up her mind. It seemed like the strangest place to ask, but Tioren figured other may have asked before. She twittered after Astoll as he hopped away, raising then lowering her voice again. "Astoll? I'm wondering... I'm wondering if you've ever been considered better than your peers before, for something you did when you weere a really, really young owlet... And that if your friends like you alot."