Nest Migrations

               Hayatiento Aerie, Late Afternoon

Some time ago, when magics were growing unstable and the Felwood began its faltering of its curse, an Aerie far to the north in the Sky Curtain Mountains suffered a terrible loss. A landslide decimated nests and buildings, decades and decades of bridges and ladders torn asunder. Most were safe by jumping off and gliding away. Some suffered injuries. A few didn’t make it

Those of the Sliabhgeiko Aerie were faced with a choice: move in with their Khazad allies and live with them, or make the migration towards a sister Aerie that could handle their numbers. Twenty or so families chose the former.

And now some forty nests have arrived for the latter in this overcast weather, muggy and hot. Led by a stooping egalrin man whose feathers were striped grey and white with patches missing and a cracked beak, stubbornly scaling the uphill trail with a clack of his staff. The wind and altitude unfasing them, especially after batting away a tepid and worried youngling that offers to take their bag.

Behind them was nothing short of a several hundred yard long line of egalrin in various states of disarray. All of them tired and ragged. Some were carrying affects. Others were carrying sick or injured kin. Broken wings and limbs with haphazard splints were not an uncommon sight.

Across the bridge, the lone, swaying rope bridge acting like the last roadway to serenity, leads to the residential tunnels under the Commons. Sections inside that has been cleared away ahead of time to add and welcome the Sliabhgeiko to the Hayatiento Aerie, the eerie Tower looming above greeting them visually.

The opening to the Residential tunnels is a warm yet busy flurry of entities. Woven textiles of banners mark welcomes and greetings, symbols of Ceiwen and Cernan dangling from banners and dream catchers drift against being pinned to the stone walls. Hayatiento residents offer what they can in terms of food, clothing, and care. As well as showing those moving in where they can stay.

Those from Hayatiento aren’t the only ones here, assistance from Alexandria is here as well, in the form of…

GAME: Reithak rolls craft/tailoring: (18)+7: 25

Two mules pull a merchant cart slowly along the mountain road. The Human driver wears the colours of Daeus: Golden robes edged in white and platinum. Seated beside him is a Goblin Navosian. Sitting comfortably in the back is a woman Althean. The cart is filled with burlap sacks, blankets, and wicker baskets.

The wagon slowly makes its way towards the Aerie, crossing the bridge at a modest pace.

"Sad sight, but sure does look familiar." Carver says, eyeballing the downtrodden Egalrin with something almost like bitter nostalgia; as if something hits close to him. "Like they ain't got any legs wot ain't about to give out." The woman herself is saving her own legs, astride her mount, a beautiful gray mare who steps lightly almost as if in dance.

"Easy, Lambchops." She pets her companion fondly as they stride forward, the ranger only needing her knees to guide. Even at a higher elevation, she cranes her head back to take in the Tower with a thoughtful harrumph. She falls into step behind the merchant cart, though her own clothes are far more plain and without their sense of grandeur displayed in the bold colors and symbols. She looks, and is, your humble hunter-guide.

A sorcerer can be absolutely terrifying on the battlefield. But spells can be used for helping as well as harm, and Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon has been taking the opportunity to assist. The half-elven archmage has been flying overwatch on the column, only moving ahead once to check in at the Aerie. On his return, Telamon glides down on his wings of light, and gently, quietly asks if those who are worst off with sickness or injury can be moved with teleportation. With the ability to take up to seven others with him, he's been fast-tracking the most serious cases to the Aerie's healers for care.

The familiar flickering sphere appears overhead as Telamon translocates over the wagon. "Hey, Simony! I've been moving the worst cases directly to the Aerie's infirmary. Hopefully skipping part of the journey will help them."

Reithak had been made aware about the families who would be arriving soon to the aerie. While the inquisitor did not feel she was a member of the aerie, she had no desire to ignore kin in need, and so many arriving in various states of injury and poverty especially. So, the large egalrin had gotten to work.

Among the many at the entrance Reithak had set up a large table of her own. Several dozen blankets, stacks of shawls, and various bags and other clothing which was all set out, with the large egalrin sat down on the ground nearby, with a tailoring kit opened next to them, and a needle sticking out of the side of their beak. "Welcome, welcome! You're all welcome here, feel free to take anything you feel you need." The inquisitor greets to some of the families coming in. "If you need anything mended, repaired or made with needle or thread, please do not even think about hesitating to ask."

Several members of the Hayatiento direct coming cart as it crosses the bridge, clearing out a spot near the entrance to make it easy to distribute its wares. Some peek into baskets, curiosity getting the better of them.

A pair of grey feathered egalrin approach Carver as she crosses the bridge into the Residential opening. "Hi! Hi!" they say in tandem before one of them steps forward. "You here to help? Many things to haul!" "Many!"

It takes some sweet talking from the archmage to get them to accept assitance, but given the distance and time, some egalrin have caught some kind of cold. In addition to their injuries, it's a potentially deadly combination. But those were thinned out as a medical ward has been cleared out from a few nearby homes, groans of pain escaping those halls.

Several of the newcomers stop by Reithak's stall, the shawls and blankets being accepted, some trying to pay for it with wildberries and game roasted fro travel. One fledgling sticks around, one of dark red plumage that sniffles. "Can... can ya fi' m'doll?" she asks, holding up a khzard plush to them.

Simony and the Althean cleric look up at Telamon, with the Goblin waving. "I'll go straight there! Thanks Telamon!"

After some chatter between the three clerics, the Goblin leaps from the wagon, hitting the ground in a crouch and then running ahead. "Show me where the infirmary is please!", she calls out loudly, then repeating herself in tradespeech. <Khazad>

The wagon pulls into the opened spot, and shortly afterwards, the Althean cleric begins distributing wooden bowls of beef stew, each with a fresh, crunchy bun and a wooden spoon. The Daeusan adherent in turn begins distributing raw food, prepacked potatoes, root vegetables, freshly caught and dressed rabbit, and fruit. His biggest draw, though, is the fresh water, kept cool in large clay pots.

Telamon drifts down, looking a trifle fatigued, and waves to Simony as she charges off. "Alright. Multiple teleports? Not enough to make me sick but I feel like I've been working the garden all day." He leans against the wagon for a minute, before straightening up again. Looking around to see who he can help. He doesn't really look important, despite flying around and teleporting people earlier -- he's wearing adventuring garb, durable linen tunic and trousers, reinforced with canvas at the elbows and knees, with his black boots and sleeveless over-cloak.

Raking a hand through his hair, he catches sight of Carver, and raises a hand in greeting, before nodding to the priests. "Anything I can do to assist?" he asks politely.

"That's us then!" Carver says, with a wide gap-toothed grin. "S'why they call me Hauler. Jus' point me at things wot need movin'." She will wait for direction from the dynamic duo before moving aside, presumably to help get things from point a to point b since infirmary work isn't her go-to.

"How long were you all on the path anyway?" She looks back to her guides, curious. "From the looks of the caravan, weeks a'leas." Simony's barked Khazad is too much to ignore, the ranger squinting against the pounding sound before trying to pick out the cleric from a distance. Then Telamon's greeting spooks her. "I'm Haulin'. You good at that, Pretty Man?"

"Oh please, please, you don't need to trade anything for these, I'm happy to do my part. But thank you all for your support." The large egalrin chuckles warmly as she waves away all the offers of trade. "If you really don't need it, once you're all settled in, bring the extra food to the kitchens, and medicinal herbs to the infirmary set up down the halls here, the other folk here can point you that way." She continues, gesturing to where the injured and sick were being brought, gesturing so the goblin in the process. "Got a good set of pipes on ya Simony, but try not to get too loud. Lot of folks are exhausted, and there's plenty out resting. Infirmary is down that way."

The large egalrin pauses, and looks down to the small egalrin who was remaining. The inquisitor's gaze softens, and she reaches over to ruffles their head before gingerly accepting the doll to take a look. "I think I can fix your doll, so don't worry about that. My name's Reithak, what's your's, and your doll's?"

As indicated by Reithak, the medical ward is down the way in the tunnel, several of the houses having been temporarily repurposed to house the ill and injured. Next to the medical ward is a peculiar roost; a cyan mass of silk acts like a billowy tent with several slik pillows arranged to be laid upon. A rust red and white feathered egalrin woman, a runt in comparison to all her kin, sits on a pillow within. A small sign outside reads in both Trade and Auran: Healing Services. Some people stop by, peer inside, them move on to the ward. The woman inside keeps her eyes closed.

The food is quickly attended to, but, those coming in attempt to trade with whatever they have: quartz and herbs they've found along the way.

"Good!" "Good!" the duo chirp, looking to the horse before one climbs on the other's shoulders and points across to the bridge. A large section of the refugees have brought in what appears to be salvaged materials. "They need a hand! "That looks like some haul hauling!"

One egalrin near Carver, a refugee, answers tiredly. "'bou' five mo'ths." Everything on going is a flurry of squawks and wings flapping. The answer goes as briefly as it came.

Those coming in take a bit to get their bartering waved off. Clearly Khazad ties with them run deep. They break, though, too tired to haggle. Taking what they can and offering at least blessings of Ceiwen and Cernan.

The little girl rubs her eyes as her feathers are ruffled. She gives the doll over. "U-Um. M'nam's Nainai. A-and tha's Lil' Kallie...."

GAME: Slixvah casts Web Shelter. Caster Level: 8 DC: 17

"We would be pleased if you help us share out the food.", says the Daeusan priest to Telamon. "Please, call me Seth. A pleasure sir, if only it were under better circumstances for the Egalrin." A well tanned hand is offered up briefly to the Half-Sil. "We'll distribute the raw food. Sister Astrid there is well practiced at doling out the cooked meals." The Althean smiles brightly at Telamon a moment, before being absorbed back into her task. "There you go dear, be careful not to spill any, and take that one for your brother." A fledgling runs off with two wooden bowls, squawking cheerfully.

Meanwhile, the Goblin continues along as fast as she can, even running under the legs of much taller Birdfolk. Reithak's warning is hardly registered, speed prioritized over noise level. Simony skids to a stop inside the ward, peering around. "Slixvah!" The Gobbo approaches the Egalrin woman, arms open for a hug. "I'm here to help out. My fellow Navosians will be joining us, and if need be, we can get some Korian and Angorite monks to do moving and heavy lifting. They'll join us soon. How're you holding up?"

"Am I allowed to cheat?" Telamon replies with a twinkle in his starry eyes. But he clasps the Daeusan priest's hand. "Brightest days, and Her light upon your path." He nods to Carver. "Let me get this sorted first. If you need magical assistance, I'll come in and teleport the material if we need to."

For all his polish and elegance, there's no denying Tel is a hard worker. Granted, as he noted, he cheats; a soft incantation of "Sisig bursag," and an unseen servant is helping him move sacks and distribute foodstuffs, the half-elf's easy charm soothing raw nerves and worries. During a break in the rush, he leans over to Seth. "Let me know if we start to run short. I hate seeing people go hungry and I'm -definitely- not above cheating to make sure it doesn't happen here."

Carver reaches into a pouch, where a strange treat has been stored away. A wrap, in a pungent leaf, filled with... dead ants? She mutters something beneath her breath and then eats it. Ravenously. Without manners. Like some wild beast with her face paint and manic eyes and half-gagging through the taste. Lambchop, presumably her horse, looks on unperturbed.

"A'ight. Hauling." A little paler for the experience, she goes to haul. She's aiming to make trips as efficient as possible, layering first her steed and then herself with as much as they can reasonably carry. It's a long's day work. She doesn't have Reithak's skills, Telamon's charm, or the healer's deft touch. So she'll make do with her own limited skillset. Move here and there.

Reithak takes a moment to look over the doll, and the needle sticking out of her beak is tucked between too fingers as she went. "Nice to meet you two, Nannai. You two have been through a lot, I know, but things will get better, I promise. Starting with Kallai here getting fixed up right as rain!" The egalrin hums softly, as she pauses, and preens at her shoulder for a moment, coming out with a beakful of down feathers that she works on stuffing back into the doll, after she stops to offer a wave to Slixvah. "Is your family here, Nannai? Who are you staying with?" She asks idly as she pulls out some of the old damaged thread to start anew.

Slixvah cracks an eye open as Simony enters, her expression flipping fast between relief, mild disappointment at it not being kin, then settling on her usual fondness. "Heya Moni," she hums, reaching an arm out to give a brief hug. "Tha's good. They can use all th' help they can get. I'm... aight," she intones, looking out of the tent as more of her homelanders step on by into the medical ward instead of her tent. She offers a wave to Reithak across the way, her mood perking up further, doubly so as she spies Telamon across the way.

Several nearby egalrin stare on in surprise at Carver's sudden manic eating. Ants were a good snack though. There's so much to move, from supplies offered and supplies brought in. Nainai watches Reithak closesly, her peering over the edge of the table, little wings fidgeting and repeatedly folding back up. "U-Um... dad is... is wit' th' peoples fixin' peoples. He got sick..." she mumbles. "Thank ya Miss Reithak."

The last family that crosses the bridge cannot be described as anything other than a subdued gaggle. Unlike the others, their builds are large and muscular, most notably with larger wings than others. A working kind of people. And most notably, there’s fourteen of them, all of them a smattering of greens and reds, with accents of whites. They’re lead by two egalrin, a muscular dull white and green feathered man with a large skinning knife on his belt, as well as a plump rust red and black striped woman wearing a blood stained apron, several bandages and poultices bulging out of the pockets.

Amongst them, being carried on a stretcher by two brothers is a fledgling whose down feathers peek out in splotches past dull greens. Both wings are pinned in a brace, but one is heavily clad in clay plaster and sticks at an odd angle. “Stop jostlin’ Baby Bani, Kalthi!” one of the brothers snipes at the other.

“Ya th’ one doin’ ya bobbin’ bullshit, constantly, fo’ th’ past ten days, Xez!” they counter.

“Boys,” the woman, apparently the mother, sharply snips at them. “Stop ya bickerin’ fo’ twelve seconds. Or I’m throwin’ ya off th’ bridge.”

“... yes mamaw,” they mumble.

“Zanzi, find Baby Slivvie,” she looks to a towering- even taller than the father- son of a dull green and white with a longbow unstrung over his back. He nods once, and breaks off into the crowd.

GAME: Carver rolls handle animal: (10)+8: 18

Simony squeezes Slix and then looks around. "They won't come into your tent?", she wonders. "That's awfully silly.", she sighs. "Would you come to the ward then, to help? I should go and check, help where I can."

Seth tosses his head back a little to laugh at Telamon. "A dangerous glint that, as you ask to cheat. However, in the interests of doing well by these people, I think cheating is in order. If you know of the central area of the Daeusian temple well enough, you could send me there. I would gather more food, and we can see about getting it back here. I think..." The sunny man glances around the cart. "I think we are alright for a short bit, so, perhaps we could do that shortly, yes? You could stay here while I get things in order."

Telamon chuckles in return. "I am very much in the business of saving lives and helping others, Sunguard. Sadly, though, Alexandria is warded to prevent teleportation and summonings. The best I could do is drop you at one of the outer watchtowers." He taps his fingers. "Still, it's faster than walking back. Review what you might need."

He pauses, seeing the last of the egalrin coming across, and frowns, seeing the injured fledgling. "In fact, you probably should go ahead and do that inventory now. I might be needed." He offers the man a reassuring smile. "Let's hope for the best."

Carver is busy not only loading herself down with supplies, but also her steed. Blankets, sacks of food, hats, coats, whatever she can get her grubby hands on. Not with the intention of stealing it but simply making certain it was once here and is now there. Her shape, silhouette really, begins to loose its definition and become more of a burlap montrosity with legs poking out beneath it. To her horse, a sharp whistle. It seems to understand this command to heel and follows right behind her as they began to make their ungainly way to the staging ground. "Jus' like old times, eh?" Her horse who is a great listener but not a particularly great conversationalist shakes her head. "Well, *I* think so." She blows a strand of hair that slips free to fall into her face. "I wonder who led this trail. Musta been a helluva caravan leader. Jus' the amount of people and supplies alone is bogglin'."

GAME: Reithak rolls perception: (10)+12: 22

Reithak continues her work with the doll, quickly, but meticulously sewing up all the seems and tears and tying them off. Once she seems happy with it, she stops and holds it up for a few moments at different angles, before holding it out to the fledgling again. "There you are, good as new! And your dad'll be taken care of just as well, I promise." The inquisitor hums. "Now, why don't you stay with me for a bit? We'll get you sorted with a nice spot, and I'll help you get it ready for when your dad's out of the infirmary. Just got a few things I need to do first. Have you had anything to eat yet? I'll show you over to where all the food is being served, and I'll be back."

The large egalrin can't help but notice another family, and one that seems to match a few memories. With a big stretch, Reithak gets back to her feet and heads over to the nearby tent, after making sure Nannai is taken care of. "Good to see you, Slix, or should I call ya Slivvie?" The egalrin teases. "I think the Unmesi's have arrived, and your mom's looking for you."

"They'll come soo' 'nuff," Slixvah intones. "Th' ward'll fill. People have aches. They'll suck it up an' come ta me when word gets 'round I can heal every single one tha' passes through." Her hand curls into the silk sheets. "Go help in th' ward. This is a stop and go place. Thankies fo' comin', shug."

That gaggle of a family ends up being the one that Carver carries their things. A lot of hunting supplies, pelts, bones, things to trade and offer. Not to mention rolled stacks of medicinal herbs. "Yoooo," one of the younger women of dull green feathers and red stripes grins as she helps Carver. "Yo girl, ya got all tha'? Shoo'! Dis way, dis way!" she helps lead.

Zanzi threads through the crowd, him carving a path for the two brothers behind him with the girl on a stretcher. His wandering finds a half-sil among the feathery masses. The ranger approaches. "Lord Lupecyll-Atlon, pleasure seeing ya here," he greets. A glance back to the sibling in the stretcher. "Though, I wish it were under betta circumstances. Have ya seen Sliv-Slixvah?"

Nainai happily takes the doll back, hugging it tightly as she gives a nervous thank you. She shakes her head at having eaten, and her answer comes at hiding under Reithak's table for the time being.

The witch perks at seeing a familiar face peer in. She blinks at the nickname, and her attention shifts sharply past Reithak to the crowd. "... Good ta see ya too, Reirei. Can.. ya lead mamaw here? It's dense out there."

The Daeus priest laughs again, winking at Telamon. "And here I had hoped you could... really cheat. Ah well, close is a lot better than negotiating the wagon down that damnable road. My thanks, Lord Lupecyll-Atlon. Your reputation is well deserved. I shall take inventory and get back to you shortly." One less, at least, as he eagerly gives a youthful male Egalrin a care package of raw food. With blue feathers puffed up, the Egalrin struts away, looking pleased.

Simony looks up at Slixvah. "I'll be back in a moment. I want to be here, if only for you to see me, and feel supported." The Gobbo dodges round Reithak, the wee woman offering the Egalrin both a wave. She disappears quickly into the crowd, making her way into the ward.

Telamon actually grins at the Daeusite priest's sally. "Even I can't break -all- the rules," he quips, as he goes to meet this last group. As he's approached by the large egalrin, he nods slowly. "Zanzimar. It's been a while. She is here, though I've not seen her yet. I've been busy teleporting the worst cases to the ward and then helping hand out food and supplies."

He glances past, eyes on the injured fledgling. "I can imagine why you might want her assistance, though. Hold on..." He levitates up about six feet, easily peering over the heads of the crowd, eyes searching for Slixvah's rusty-red plumage. Of course, he's also really obvious hovering like that.

"Ye, ligh' a'feather." Carver grumbles beneath her burden, turning slightly toward the voice. When given direction, she is happy to follow them even, beneath her breath building a mantra to focus on. "Dat way, Dat way...." A goal once stated makes achievement feasible. Or something to that. To her guide, a breathless introduction. "I'm Carver. I'm from Dran. Know what its like, to not have A home. Gotta move on. Carve your own path and what not. Scary."

HUFF. HUFF. STEP STEP. "I like your feathers. Real pretty." Awkward compliment. Uncomfortable pause. "Dat way, Dat way."

Reithak waves to Simony as she passes, and the large egalrin tilts her head to one side for a moment at Slixvah's reaction and answer, before stepping in to pick up the egalrin in a hug. "Hey, I know it wasn't easy coming here, but I'm glad you did." They hum before setting the witch back down. "Sure thing, be right back with them!"

Reithak departs the tent, stopping to check on Nannai as she passes, before heading to where she sees the small gathering she was looking for. "Misses Unmesi, I presume?" The inquisitor asks, smiling with their eyes and holding out a hand. "Name's Reithak, pleasure to meet you and your family! Slixvah is in a tent nearby, I'll show you to them if you'd like." She offers.

It's easy to spy Slix in that cyan silk tent across the large tunnel entrance. She's currently looking out, head craning this way and that next to Reithak, the news seemingly have met her that her family has arrived. She gives a wave to Simony as the gobbo scitters off. It's clear to see that Slix is the runt of the family, seeing them all and her. Her red head flits over to the man floating, her giving an idle wave across the way.

Zanzi softly sighs. "Good. Both her presence and your aid." He'd join Telamon in the air, but flying in a crowded tunnel is not a good move.

The eglarin with Carver giggles as they go along, her using her wings to push a path through the crowd as they head deeper into the tunnel where there's open homes. "Ey Carver, nice ta meet'cha! Peace on ya nest! Wait- no- tha's makari. I ain' eva been ta Dran! Th' name's Loekia Unemsi!" Her expression drops slightly. "... mayb' mi' wanna pick ya brain on tha'. This is... a first fo' a lotta us..." But perks right back up. "Thanks! I like ya face!" she fires right back. "Dis way! Dis way!"

The witch is picked up in an embrace. She blinks before returning it. "I know... jus'... worried," she murmurs before she's left alone. Nainai is still under the table, now nibbling on some bread that someone gave her, but she's doing alright.

The matron of the gaggle of Unmesi turns after sending the father and a group off to get food stuffs, her wiping her grey hands off on her apron. "Oh, howdy hon," she coos, tired, but smiling as she easily takes the hand. "Das me. Jiranu Unmesi. Pleasure, hon- Baby Slivvie?? Come, come, lezzgo!"

"Surely, good sir, there are still rules left to break. I could invent a few, just so you have choice." Seth chuckles as he takes stock of what is left. "Another pot for you, Astrid?" The Althean priest nods. "Scraping the bottom as it is." The sunny priest vaults over the side of the wagon, landing lightly on his feet. "I am prepared, Lord Lupecyll-Atlon. How do I let you know I am ready to come back?"

The Goblin dives head first into the medical ward, and immediately calls upon her patron for support, the glow from her holy symbol bright. "I'll lend a hand here, you can help her." The glow from her hour glass around her neck returns.

Telamon watches as Slixvah is reunited with her family, and smiles gently. "Alright, this looks like it's going well..." He pauses as Seth approaches. "I was thinking about that, actually. When you get there, my wife will be waiting. Tell her when you're ready to be picked up; she'll pass the message along to me and then I'll be along shortly."

He gives Seth a wry grin. "Ah, the perils of trafficking with friendly sorcerers. But it's for a good cause."

"S'not so bad. Home means less. Family means... more." Carver huffs, finally arriving at the destination, just in time to see the family reunion. To not realize that her sentiments are more fitting than she realized since this is exactly the moment of family reconnecting and seeing what the future holds.

"Dat way, dat way." She will begin to unload the supplies. First, herself, then 'Lambchop' her silent but dutiful companion that had heeled her all the way across. Bundled herbs, spices, salted meats, bones and leathers for trades. It begins to pile off as soon as she pulls it off herself and her companion to be neatly stored.

"Yeah, Slixvah's over this way!" The large hums, grinning based on their expression. "I won't keep you waiting."

She does however, stop to wave. "Hey Carver, Telamon! Wasn't expecting you folk here, but glad to have your help." The inquisitor greets them both. "Seriously, it's a lot going on, and it means a lot to see folk outside the flock pitching in. Cernan and Ceiwen both smile on Althea's favored helping out, too!" She adds to the nearby cleric, before leading Jiranu by the hand back to Slixvah's tent. "Slix? It's Reithak again, Jiranu's here to see you."

Having a proper priestess helps the medical ward immensely. Especially since the ward was starting to get a bit full. But Simony has her work cut out for her. A lot of minor injures, some worse. A decent amount of illness going around too.

Loekia pats Carver on the arm as they help the human unload. "Yeah, fam means a lo'. Jus' glad I still gotsem!" She watches Carver for a moment overlong before reaching into her bag and handing over an intricately woven dream catcher, the symbol of Dana strung up in the middle. "Here. I thinkies ya may like thi'. Helps keep th' bad dreams away," she smiles. "Also fo' helpin'. You wanna come ova fo' dinner sometime? Lotsa friends!"

Eventually, Jiranu Unmesi breaks through the crowd to Slixvah's tent. She smiles brightly, throwing her arms and wings open wide as she glides through towards her. "My /baby/! 'ows my lil' Slivvie?" she coos warmly, all but swallowing Slix in an encompassing embrace.

"Mamaw!" Slix cries, throwing her full weight against the large and plump egalrin matron.

"Oh how I've missed ya..." Jiranu softly says, rocking Slixvah back and forth slowly. Then there's a pause. And arms flex tautly, trapping the runt of a daughter as she picks her up and shakes her about. "... how I've missed ya writin' back ta me! D'ya eva bother sendin' anythin'? Worried sick constantly!"

Slixvah's back pops in several places as she's held aloft and limp. ".. I'm- ack- sorr'! Agh!"

"Don' ya sorr' me, missy! Ya feathered rear is ploppin' right down at th' dinner table an' we havin' a loooooooooooooooong talk!"

The daughter can't refute, she's being strangled with love.

And just in after them, Zanzimar strides in with the stretcher behind him. "Slixvah."

She cranes her head. Freezes. "... Bani..."

The Daeusian priest is sent back to the gates of Alexandria, and the sorcerer turns his attention to handing out the remaining packages of food. The Althean priest runs out of her stew, and takes to handing out the remaining fresh buns, with promises of more hot stew soon.

Simony huffs, and throws herself into organizing the ward a little more efficiently, separating those with illnesses from those with injuries. Instructing a few of the other healers to take stock of the illnesses, the Navosian concentrates on dealing with the worse injuries first, and then the minor ones, clearing a number of beds. As the injuries start to lessen for the moment, she cracks her knuckles. "Now to see what these sicknesses are. Hopefully nothing contagious."

Carver puts the last of this first trip down, turning to accept the gift. It's unclear what her emotional response to it is. Perhaps bemusement is the strongest at first. In the end, she just gives a crooked grin and turns to tie this gesture of kindess to her mount's saddle. "For both of us. Lambchop has terrible nightmares sometimes."

The horse huffs, shaking off its mane. "An' yeah, I'd like to have dinner. Coul' be nice." She looks over to see the Huggernaut, nodding approvingly.

Reithak can't help but hum a happy tune as mother and daughter are reunited, and there's an imperceptible weight being lifted from their shoulders. She had not been certain how things would go with the family meeting up again. "Glad to see you all together. Sounds like your ma' cares about you a lot Slix." The inquisitor notes as she steps off to the tent door, and out of the way of the stretcher. "You're in for a treat, egalrin dinners are usually great. And I think when people settle in here, it'll be cause for celebration, of a sort." She muses to Carver, as she pauses, and peeks back in. "Slix, I'm gonna make sure Nanai out there is taken care of. You let me know if you need any help or anything at all, alright?" She calls back in, giving a dip of her head and a sympathetic look to the injured fledgling before she's on her way.

There is quite a lot of takers for those fresh buns. Trail crackers only work so well for so long. Some linger for the promise of stew.

The little Temperance has a lot of work on her hands. And talking with the refugees, she learns that a number of them have fallen ill, seemingly having caught it from someone else. It seems like the entire group caught it at one point or another, and its been bouncing around. The worst injuries seem to be broken wings that healed wrong. It's... a lot of work ahead of her.

Loekia cackles. "Well I hopes Lampchop gets a good nights rest afta all thi'! Thankies again!" A glance to Reithak, and several sharp nods. "Yeah yeah! Foods da best! Can't wait ta have a right proper meal! Ya invited fo' sho'! Swing on by anytime!" she grins, smacking the entrance to a door of an empty home. Apparently, that's where they're staying.

"'course she do," Slixvah manages to get out as she's being ragdolled. "As do I."

The Matron plops Slixvah down, smoothing down her daughter's feathers and inspecting them. Many questions on her kind face, but now wasn't the time as Zanzi steps in with the injured kid. Four of the family is present, and not a word is shared, something unspoken as Slixvah stares at the ten year old with a broken wing. Her fingers curl.

"... aight. I'll be here, Reirei," she murmurs to the inquisitor, her placing a hand on their shoulder as they're left alone.

A sort of somberness falls over the tent. This should be a time for reunion. But instead, a heavy air plagues as relief goes on outside. Slix puts a hand on the Bani's uninjured side. "... get meds. And a saw. I can fix it-" She blinks, slides a hand up to rest on their neck. "... and she's sick too. Shoo'. Let's... one thing at a time."

"Yes! One thing at a time, hon!" the Matron coos. "Like, who was tha' girlie in here? Hmm??"

"Later, Mamaw," Slixvah chuckles sadly, reaching up to a flap and closing the tent.

With the effort and aid of the Hayatiento Aerie, and especially neighbors from Alexandria providing food, aid, comfort, and laborous relief, for once, the poor souls from Sliabhgeiko can finally have a moment of rest. And can rebuild what has been lost.