11-04-2013, 04:45 AM
((Sounds like a good idea to me!))
There was a voice. It was distant and muffled. The fairy was speaking, but Naomi was somewhere else in her mind, focusing her energies. She sat there like that for some time with both hands held over the man's body. Her eyes continued to glow. A strange glow, almost like a tattoo appeared on her face and various other places on her body, though unseen under her fur coat.
Even her hair seemed lighter, almost as if the gravity around it wasn't as strong, causing stray hairs to flit around her face and her braid to loosen. Little beads of energy appearing as golden streams of light would course through her black hair. And she would remain perfectly still, like a statue. Only the slightest movement from her chest as she breathed.
Zeus sat nearby. Well enough away from the fire that he could see beyond it without the light affecting his vision, already better vision than most, but also close to Naomi. She counted on him one hundred percent when she was in this state. She was nearly completely defenseless at the moment.
Some few minutes later, Naomi's eyes began to dull. They returned to their normal purple and blue color, and her hair fell around her face, disheveled. The energy had disappeared from her skin and hair and her hands fell to her sides, where they caught her from falling.
She was breathing heavily. "That's the best I can do," she said weakly. "He'll survive, and should be healed by morning." She paused, trying to regain enough energy to continue speaking. "I wish- I were stronger..." That was all she could manage. Zeus recognized this state and he was already beside her. She leaned into him as he laid down beside her.
"I just need... to rest... for a minute..." she said, her voice trailing off at the end. Her eyes drifted shut as her head met the soft cushion of fur. One hand rested on the man's shoulder protectively, not that it would actually protect him. Naomi did believe though that if she remained in constant contact with him, as her energy rose, some would transfer to him.
She wasn't exactly asleep, but certainly not awake. She'd more or less passed out from exhaustion, her body lacking enough energy to even remain sitting upright.
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