[SWP] ACT I: The Trembling of a Distant Land

[Samaira]

Samaira is in the hospital wings when the commotion starts, first with the animals. They flee to the highest tree tops in the swamp, landing on window sills and the rooves, disappearing into every nook and cranny. More than one ends up lost in the halls of the hospital, running and flying in panic. They take cover beneath beds, beneath tables, anywhere they can hide.

The earthen woman tries to see, tries to ask what is happening, but nobody knows. None of the doctors, none of the nurses, the pages, the patients. Every equine is as confused as the one next to them, until the first one arrives with news on their tongue and panic in their eyes. ’The volcano,’ they say, ‘It has erupted.’ Samaira turns to the elder healers, to her mentor, and the question is plain in her eyes, even before she speaks it.

“What do we do?”

There is nothing they can do about the volcano, they say, but they need to prepare herbs in case of the smoke and the ash, which is sure to come. For sore, dry, scratchy throats. For irritated eyes, for aching lungs. That is their job, because they cannot stop the eruption but they can ease the physical effects it may cause on their citizens.

And the smoke does come, and the always-night sky rains ash, and Samaira is too busy preparing and aiding and comforting to feel worry. There is too much to do to be concerned about the lava and the lightning, as her seniors say the island is too far away for it to matter. They say all that matters is the people. So she buckles down, and she works, and she doesn’t go to sea to watch the volcano or fly in the darkened sky.

"Speaking."

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***STAFF EDIT
@Samaira has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +80 signos