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‘Are you real?’ she asked.
Scaychie hesitated. ‘What?’
‘Are you real?’
‘I.... Uh, yeah.’
‘Oh, good!’ the woman stood up straighter, tucking her wings behind her back and pushing her hair out of her eyes. ‘Sometimes it’s hard to tell. You know?’
The opening of Stars' third eye (literally)
For context, Stars is a nurlak; a four-eyed race of humanoids. However, Stars was born with her second set of eyes imperforated, meaning her eyelids were fused together at birth. She was never treated for it and her second set of eyes were always just sort of under the closed lids.
There's an accident when she's training with Baku, and she's nicked by the tip of his sword... And it doesn't go well.
cw: blood / gore / facial injury / pus / general gross stuff
Stars made for the block. She stepped back and lifted her own sword in one motion, preparing to expertly block Baku’s swing. But at the last second Stars’ foot slid on a rock; her ankle twisted and she dropped her sword as she fell to her knee.
Baku stumbled back awkwardly, too far through his swing to halt. The tip of his sword barely tapped Stars’ face and Ka’harja sighed with relief. At worst she’d have a cut on her forehead, at best it would just be a light scratch…
But then Stars fell forward, gripping her forehead and screaming, and Ka’harja leapt to his feet.
‘It hurts!’ Stars exclaimed. ‘Baku! Help me! It hurts!’
‘It’s just a scratch,’ Baku tried to comfort Stars. He stepped to her side and put a hand to her shoulder. ‘It’ll hurt for a bit but it’s not—’
Baku’s pause made Ka’harja’s chest tighten. His heart felt like it was going to explode as he raced over to Stars.
She still clutched at her head and blood oozed between her fingers; lots of blood. Too much blood. And there was another, pus-like liquid. Yellow-brown and thick, Ka’harja could smell its rank oder as he reached out and grabbed Stars’ arm.
She squeaked and pulled away as Ka’harja tried to see what Baku’s sword had done.
‘It hurts!’ she repeated. ‘It hurts like fire and scratches and punches all at once!’
‘Get Coff,’ Ka’harja demanded to Baku.
Baku nodded and started back to the caravan.
Ka’harja tried to coax Stars off the ground, but she refused to move. Tears streamed down her face and she struggled as Ka’harja forced her to her feet and dragged her towards the caravan.
‘Stars, you’re hurt!’ said Ka’harja, his voice breaking. ‘You have to get to Coff!’
Stars shook her head and collapsed to her knees again. She trembled for a second before looking up to Ka’harja. ‘How bad is it?’ she asked nervously.
Ka’harja watched in horror as she slowly pulled her hand away from her forehead. Blood and pus trailed after it, sticky and stringy like too-thick gravy. It dripped down her arm and face and she had to wink her eye to stop the blood from getting in it. The small cut Baku had made had torn open wider and jagged-edged skin sliced across almost half of Stars’ forehead.
Ka’harja nearly threw up when he saw the wound. ‘Bad.’