Plane Crash RP!

"Yes, ma'am.." Robin allowed himself to be led to a small clearing with a couple tents in it.

"Oh, no need to call me ma'am," Dara laughed, pointing a finger gun at him. "I'm still a kid. Basically. Kind of. Still in college, so I'm still a kid."

"My parents always say its polite to call your superiors 'sir' or 'ma'am', but I'll try not to if you don't want me to."

Dara waved a hand. "It's alright if you slip up. It just makes me feel so old." She motioned to the tent, her hand waving. "Go on in."

Robin cautiously entered the tent and sat down, unsure what to do now. He tapped his fingers anxiously on the floor beside him, looking around the tent.

(I gtg for a little bit, I'll try to be back within approximately half an hour)

Celestia soon got worried when Dara and Fin hadn’t returned. She fumbled with her blanket, hoping they would be all right. If anything had happened to them, it would be her fault.
Just then, the tent parted and Dara came inside, along with a small boy, possibly 11. Celestia felt her breath leave her lungs when she found no adult.
It can’t be…

"H-hello, my name is Robin." He introduced himself nervously to the person in the tent.

(I gtg to bed now, see you guys tomorrow ^^0

Mihaka stood outside. She knew that she was freakish, all her life she knew that.

Mihaka saw the woman laying down. Mihaka fashioned a pair of crutches, a few sticks, some rope, some hide to cushion. She put the crutches down, and gave them to the woman. She made a splint for the legs, and an herbal blend to releive pain. Mihaka's hands glowed once more, and slowly, the legs began to heal. It would take a day or so, but walking would be easier.

Robin was confused. "Er, y-yes? I'm eleven." He watched Mihaka making the splint.

(Oh gosh diddly darn it, should Fin just be in the tent with everyone?)

(Wait, but Fin was with Carson in the plane)

(just say you followed us and if carson shows up he could have followed us too)

"So, Mihaka," Dara started, trying to keep her voice light, "how'd you learn to heal people like that?"

(just say you followed us and if carson shows up he could have followed us too)

"So, Mihaka," Dara started, trying to keep her voice light, "how'd you learn to heal people like that?"

"Always did. I fix people."

"But how?" Dara pressed, her hands fiddling with her bracelet anxiously. "Who taught you? Where does it come from?"

Celestia carefully moved her legs. It still hurt a little, but the pain was not unbearable anymore. She smiled, grateful for the help.
"Thank you," she breathed out, taking the crutches from her. Finally, she could be useful to the others. Celestia didn't pay much attention to the sorcery that was used. Mihaka helped her and that was all Celestia needed. Then her eyes fell on the little boy again, and the way he was so similar to her little brothers made her heart ache. Celestia decided she would do whatever she could to ensure that he would be safe.
"But how? Who taught you? Where does it come from?" Celestia snapped out of her thoughts as an anxious voice filled her ears. She looked curiously at Mihaka and Dara and tilted her head.

"I heal. I always heal. From when I born, I heal."

"No!" Everyone jumped at Dara's outburst. She clamped a hand over her mouth, ashamed. Lowering her head and her voice, she said, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I just –I don't understand. It's not possible. I don't believe in…stuff like this."

"It is possible. I was only one who heal. I always heal."

"Herti raid my home. All of us died, but me." she stated, "And they take most of map. The Herti will find you if we do not leave, plane was to big, crash to loud."

Dara picked at her fingernails, her hands shaking. "Okay. Okay. That's…okay. So what's happening exactly? Are you creating new cells? Are you just speeding up the natural process? How would someone go about doing that? Is it like…I don't know, chi? Or life force, or whatever? Is it…" she trailed off, continuing to mumble to herself.

"You are using many hard words. I know few. I heal, when blood runs dry, I make it flow, bones fix, skin comes back."

"What is chi?"

Dara snapped out of her trance, sighing, her ruined nails littering the bottom of the tent. "Never mind, Mihaka. I'm just going to accept it. Maybe i'm dreaming. Whatever. Let's talk about the Herti. Who are they?"

"Bad village who burn and destroy." The language was coming back to her, "And if you surrender, you are dead, or if they show mercy, a slave to them."

"If you are rich, they take all you have. If you are poor, you either die, or are a slave."