A Walk in the Moonlit Night (Open)

It was a rather chilly night. Delphine couldn’t be assured whether it was the coldness of the wind or of her own mind. The Dark streets had always been a place of taboo for her. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what made her come all the way to that dark and dingy place anymore. Hours ago, she was inside the coziness of her own shop, tending to aching and complaining customers as usual, listening to their worries and woes and even smiling prettily for them while wanting nothing but to throw them out. It was a normal day, a day like any other and she didn’t even get visited by that purple haired arrogant noble. So why was it that she had deviated from her “normal” path by walking into a place like this with nothing but a dagger hidden deep within her clothes? She would probably have to blame her own foolishness. Or was it really foolishness?

She remembered a man; a dark, dirty looking man covered in tatters with an eye-patch on his left eye. He was about a feet taller than her and far more muscular and his red eyes were dull with no shine to them whatsoever –as if he had not smiled for a long time- and the white beard that covered the majority of his chin looked knotted and grubby. In short, even Delphine, known widely for her tolerance to any sort of people felt a slight stab of disgust at the appearance of the middle aged man that ran into her shop. However, all of that was soon forgotten when she noticed that he was panicking, appearing as if he was almost going to drop dead any minute. Between agonizing breaths, he formed words, first incoherent and then making sense in a way that Delphine caught the words wife and ill in one sentence and then a please.

Now Delphine had been in this line of work for as long as she could remember, the earlier part of her life being instances she forced herself to forget. And she was aware, within moments that this man was in serious need for a medic, not for himself but his wife who seemed to have gone into a dangerous state while giving birth. It seems that he had rushed here –after being recommended to by a gentleman who found the crying man- to fetch her and bring her immediately to his dying wife. In almost an instant, Delphine was ready as well, grabbing a small satchel and throwing some necessary things into it before running out the door after the man who led her to the last place she had hoped to ever venture into. But of course she wasn’t in her right mind at that time what with it being filled with images of a dying woman, a newborn baby and numerous medicines and treatment methods.

Their home was small, very small and very unhygienic. Delphine didn’t even have to wonder how the woman caught any sort of disease anymore. It was obvious from their home that they did not lead any healthy life and she wasn’t going to be the judge or critic because not everyone in the city called Braedon led a happy and satisfied existence. And then it took her hours, cleaning out the blood, shifting the baby to another room and then proceeding with the treatment. She had to mix up seven different herbs and plants, mix it with clean water and feed the woman who was running a high fever. Somehow, she did manage to cure her but the woman was still tired and in serious need of some healthy food. She instructed the man and instead of accepting any money, gave him some silver coins instead, telling him that he should take better care of his wife.

And it was this incident that threw Delphine into her current predicament. She was going to tread through the dark streets on her own. Though Delphine was strong in the sense that she was stronger than most other woman, she was still very vary of the place filled with more than sixty percent of criminals and crooks. Only if she could find some good company…


OOC: Excuse any grammatical errors D: I didn't read and correct it after writing it xD