As the curious Naturalist retreated from the impact zone, the small white bullets stopped to pounnd against the ground. As if someone in the sky had called a cease-fire in order to allow the creatures below to stop fearing the falling bits of sky. With a last glance at the sky,Amelie walked into the open, trusting the treuce given by the rainclouds.
The ground was now covered with tiny pebbles that contrasted against the earthen hues of the autumn floow. As the girl continued to trot along, she stopped herself to get a closer look at one of the peculiar sky-rocks. The moment she lowered her head to sniff the tiny rock, Junior's retching caught her attention.
She pulled way from the rock brusquely, soon losong interest as the Healer-to-be inside of her dragged her to the sick juvenile. Though Amelie had not had many lessons (Blue was busy and the Plateu was hectic), she had trained herself on the basics: headaches, cuts, sore throats and nausea. Hopefully some of her newly acquired knowledge would be of some help.
"Are you alright, Junior?" she barked softly as she approached the teen. Though she could not see her face clearly, Amelie could smell the tangy scent of vomit lingering around the girl's head.
