[ooc: The first half of this is a bit of a going over of the character and events that take place before the attack on reathin]
Barely three years ago Suunavia woke up with no memories. No recollection of who she was, what she did or what sort of person she was. An old woman puttered about the hut she found herself in. She smiled at her kindly and peered into her eyes to be sure they were clear of fever. The old woman's name was Milineas. Because the girl didn't remember her own name Milineas bestowed a name on her from her own language, A name meaning in the roughest translation, a breath of fresh air.
As the days passed in a blur Suunavia learned thing about Milineas and about healing people through the usage of herbs. Milineas came from a land to the east and she came to this land because of the war that plauged her homelands,
potshies is a plant that make people itch and break out in large red bumps if it touches the skni but if drinken as an elixer it lowers fevers. Her days went on like this for sometime. Learning bits about the old woman and plants and their uses in bit and peices. Not even six months ago did the old lady die and Suunavia took over her little hut and helping the local farmers and fishermen over ther ailments.
The hut was located fifteen minutes outside of Reathin. It's small and afford very little protection from the elements in the winter. None of that bothered Suunavia though. She liked the sunlight and a fresh breeze and those she healed always brought her thicker clothing and blankets in the winter. They watched out for her and she watched out for them. There were the select few though that tried to take advantage of her kindness and niave nature.
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{two days before the attack}
"Shhh, shhhhh, shhh,"she crooned to a young boy, her grassy green eyes and mellow voice soothing, as she held his arm in her hand and smeared a thick cream over a gash. He's been in the feilds with his father when he'd triped and fell, his wait on his arm on top of a gardening tool of soom sort.
He continued to mewl and wimper in pain as she wound a strip of clean white cloth around the wound. As she made sure it was tight but not too tight she stood and spoke to the child's father.
"Make sure it stays dry and clean. Bring him back in the morning."
The man nodded and left with his child.
People often came to see her when modern medicine failed. Not that modern medicine was much more advandced that what she did but she knew that cutting open one's arm and letting them bleed dry wouldn't heal a thing. It took much work to make people understand this simple idea. When her medicine failed people moved on to use magic. That is to say if her medicine failed.
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{The night of the attack}
The sun was setting and the lesser moon was moving higher in the sky as Suunavia was straighting vials and jars. She had heard the cannon fire and the sounds of battle, but the old woman had taught her that when batting was invovled it's best to stay away until some of the comotion died down. The wounded would still be there and the ones that owuld live would still be alive, the ones that wouldn't live would be, well, dead.
She looked at the sky then turned and picked up a large satchel full of supplies. Clicking her tounge she wlaked towards a bony back bent nag. SHe tied the bag to the side saddle someone had given her when they had also give her the nag. Climbing up in the saddle, she settled herself and picked up the reins. This night would definatly not be short.
[ooc: I've also already been given the go ahead to post
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