Someone call a healer?

[Milla Caranthyr]

Location: Australis Estate

Milla was tired, more so than usual. The young girl stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and noted how pale she looked, which matched how awful she felt. Her body ached and felt sore all over, while a slight headache had started to form early in the morning. Even her horns felt a little sensitive as she clasped the silver bangles around the lower portion of them.

A small shaky sigh escaped her lips as she backed away from the mirror. Each step was almost painful to her bare feet. She slowly turned to avoid more dizziness and headed for the living room to find her buir. Her breathing almost seemed labored as she entered the room and slowly looked around. Milla's tired blue eyes spotted her buir sitting a short distance away. Steadying herself, she walked over to Cassi and spoke in a quiet, almost pained, voice. "Buir. I don't feel so good."

[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]
[member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia stared at the datapad as she bit her nails. Medically speaking, [member="Milla Caranthyr"] seemed fine. Yet, something plagued the poor girl. Fevers, dizziness, headaches & soreness. Cassiopeia didn't have an answer for it. And the medical tests kept coming up with no reason. Which only made Cassi furrow her brows even more in worry. How could Milla be sick with no underlying cause? She was a doctor, and so was everyone who had seen Milla.

All that only led Cassiopeia to one possible situation - Milla hadn't naturally been born with horns and a tail. And while her genetic structure may have changed due to what could only have been Sith Alchemy, could it be creating a prolonged sickness for her? Who in the galaxy could she call for that?

She nearly jumped as she heard Milla come into the room. "Oh, Milla, sweetheart, come here," she said as she stood and walked over, sweeping Milla into her arms. "You doin' okay, honey?" She asked as she sat down on the couch, cuddling Milla close to her. One hand touched her forehead, finding it much warmer than it should be. Worry ate at Cassi's heart. Something had to be done, and if this had to do with the Force... Well, she wasn't exactly friends with people who knew how to cure such a thing.

Desperate times caused for desperate measures, though. And she had to protect Milla and bring her back to full health. No, she wouldn't, and couldn't, lose another baby.

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla didn't protest as her buir picked her up and carried her to the couch. Her tail wrapped around her buirs arm for safety. Being picked up wasn't exactly fun with how she was feeling, but she knew how her buir could get and she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

The young girl closed her eyes when Cassi put a hand on her forehead. She felt warm, far warmer than she was used to and it was making her feel worse. "No. I feel worse. Even my horns feel sore and I don't ever feel anything with them."

She looked up at her buir, the normally bright blue eyes seemed almost glazed over from how tired she was. "Why am I getting so sick?" Closing her eyes, she buried her face against her buir and pulled herself closer. "I just want this over with."

[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia was careful as she held her. A small smile as she felt her tail wrap around her arm. Cassiopeia bit her lip as she thought, clearly puzzled by the strange outbreak. Her horns hurt, too? She frowned as she examined them, although she wasn't quite sure what she was even looking for.

An even worse frown as she watched how tired her eyes looked and her next comments nearly broke Cassi's heart. "We'll figure it out. Something will come around, I'm sure." She said confidently, although internally she was panicking. Who could she call? She assumed by now it had to do with the Sith, but who or what could help her?

She took a moment, "Milla, honey, do you remember anyone from the time you were with the Silvers?" She held her breath, hopeful. [member="Milla Caranthyr"]

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla could feel Cassi check her horns when she mentioned that they were also sore. She knew her buir wouldn't find anything, there was no nerve endings or such to cause soreness. Her buirs nervousness slight feeling of helplessness was almost tangible. Milla made a small sound of acknowledgment when her buir said they would find something eventually.

Cassi's next question made Milla pause for a moment. The Silver Jedi Order, she knew them but why did her buir want to know? Several names, however, did come to mind. Mainly those she had gone on expeditions with. She looked up at her buir and gave a small nod. "Yeah. There's Sabine and Ronak. [member="Cassius Droma"] is another one. I went on several expeditions with him."

[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia wasn't sure what to do at this moment. She gently let her hands rub down [member="Milla Caranthyr"]'s hair as she thought about what their best move would be going forward. What could she do to help her? She took a breath and exhaled as she clearly was lost in thought. Medicine had failed, but this was greater than medicine. Something else would have to happen to help her.

She gave a nod, taking the datapad on the chair's edge and began to input a message to who she could only hope was them. The intelligence networks she had access to helped, at least, narrow down their names and who they were. [member="Cassius Droma"] would probably be their best option. "Thanks, sweetie. Things are going to be okay, okay?" She said with a small smile as she gave a small kiss on her forehead. "We're going to ask him to come - maybe the Jedi can help us."

She gulped. Cassiopeia could only hope they would. The Clans and the Order weren't exactly on friendly terms. But, hopefully, since this wasn't official or anything she could get the help she needed to help Milla.

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla watched her buir with tired eyes. She seemed to be in deep thought about what to do. The young girls condition had only deteriorated the past few days, despite the best efforts of several doctors.

Her gaze turned from her buir to the datapad on the chair. Milla could tell her buir was nervous about more than just her condition. The source of her nervousness revealed itself when Cassi stated that she was going to try and get ahold of Cassius. She wasn't exactly sure why Cassi was nervous, but she thought it had something to do with the Jedi and Mandalorians not being on good terms with one another.

Giving a small nod, she closed her eyes and tried to relax some. "Okay." She was tired, and it was starting to show. Moments after closing her eyes, Milla was suddenly struggling to stay awake.

[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia could tell how tired [member="Milla Caranthyr"] was getting. With a soft smile, she stood up, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl as she took her back to her room and gently laid her down in her bed. Cassi tucked the small, sick child in with a deep sigh. She ran a hand over her cheek once more.

Things would be okay. They had to be okay - and there was nothing in this world that was going to change that. She'd hopefully hear back from this Cassius fellow soon. And he'd help, at least she prayed so. At a loss of what to do, she was running out of options. And while it may be more Force related things going on, one thing didn't change - how sick the girl was.

And in truth, the body still reacted the same. If she wasn't healed, something terrible could happen.

 

[Cassius Droma]

The hangar at the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk was always a flurry of activity. Whether it was the flight crews doing cursory repairs, transports taxing in, or fighter pilots getting ready to fly patrol, there was always something happening. Amidst it all, Cassius Droma walked towards his ship, the Spectre Melody, datapad in hand. He was checking off various repairs and tune-ups that had been done to the VCX-100, making sure nothing would pop off while he was in hyperspace or en route somewhere.

A notification on the datapad made him pause for a moment. Opening it, he saw the message from a woman named Cassiopeia. His brows furrowed as he continued on his path, albeit a little slower than before. He had wondered where the little girl Milla had went… now he had an answer.

By the time he’d read the message for the third time, he was stepping up the ramp of the Spectre. He clipped the datapad to his belt as he ascended the ladder to the cockpit, where his trusty droid T-4D4 was sitting in the co-pilot’s seat. Before the droid could say anything, Cassius spoke, “Spool up the engines, Tee. We’re headed out.”

“Already?” T-4D4 asked, his glowing yellow eyes darting to Cassius as the human sat in the pilot’s seat. “Where are we going?” The droid was already queuing up the navicomputer so that he could start calculations.

“Mandalore.” Cassius said curtly, all business. T-4D4 stopped and looked over at Cassius, who just nodded back.

In a relatively short amount of time, the Spectre Melody was gliding through Mandalorian airspace. Due to the circumstances, he’d considered trying to bring along a healer from the Circle, but figured the less Jedi he brought, the better. After sending a message to Cassiopeia letting her know he was about to land, the VCX-100 began to touch down. As the landing gear locked into place, Cassius sighed and unbuckled his crash webbing.

In a moment, the landing ramp would lower, and he’d step out.


[member="Milla Caranthyr"] | [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]