[Kiwi, being the scrawny songbird they are, is not very strong and hasn't done a lot of manual labor in their time. Thus, their contributions to the rebuilding efforts are out of the ordinary, as they have something they CAN contribute; their sonorous tenor pipes. While they help carry lighter items or toss tools across the work area with a surprisingly practiced accuracy - always landing in a perfect catch for the other person - they sang light-hearted jaunty tunes to motivate the team through the work day. For everyone who listened, not only would their spirits be lightened by the cheery songs, but even their heavy equipment would seem more effortless to carry, as if the bard literally took the weight off of the hard work.]
II: idk I'm out of songs about illness SICK TENT THREAD.
[But after a day or so of doing their bardly duty, it became immediately apparent when something was wrong. It started with feeling vaguely winded after a song, which they attributed to just needing to slow down a little on their songs. But even trying their usual tricks to continue singing like normal, they rapidly deteriorated - they weren't out of breath. The stagger and lean against the nearest solid surface.]
I. I can't breathe.
[That was the most they could muster before their head swam and clouded with a familiar fever and they sank to the ground, feeling as though they were made of lead.
It turns out they weren't alone, as a handful of Havenwell residents rushed to carry Kiwi away from the site to a cozy tent, where a few others were also now resting. They didn't argue the point; they wouldn't be able to stand up if they wanted to. And at least here with the others in recovery they weren't alone. They did, however, whenever they could muster the strength, lift an arm out from under their blanket and stare deliriously at it, making sure it didn't go transparent.]
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Kiwi | Wandersong
[Kiwi, being the scrawny songbird they are, is not very strong and hasn't done a lot of manual labor in their time. Thus, their contributions to the rebuilding efforts are out of the ordinary, as they have something they CAN contribute; their sonorous tenor pipes. While they help carry lighter items or toss tools across the work area with a surprisingly practiced accuracy - always landing in a perfect catch for the other person - they sang light-hearted jaunty tunes to motivate the team through the work day. For everyone who listened, not only would their spirits be lightened by the cheery songs, but even their heavy equipment would seem more effortless to carry, as if the bard literally took the weight off of the hard work.]
II: idk I'm out of songs about illness SICK TENT THREAD.
[But after a day or so of doing their bardly duty, it became immediately apparent when something was wrong. It started with feeling vaguely winded after a song, which they attributed to just needing to slow down a little on their songs. But even trying their usual tricks to continue singing like normal, they rapidly deteriorated - they weren't out of breath. The stagger and lean against the nearest solid surface.]
I. I can't breathe.
[That was the most they could muster before their head swam and clouded with a familiar fever and they sank to the ground, feeling as though they were made of lead.
It turns out they weren't alone, as a handful of Havenwell residents rushed to carry Kiwi away from the site to a cozy tent, where a few others were also now resting. They didn't argue the point; they wouldn't be able to stand up if they wanted to. And at least here with the others in recovery they weren't alone. They did, however, whenever they could muster the strength, lift an arm out from under their blanket and stare deliriously at it, making sure it didn't go transparent.]
III: Wildcard
[PM me or catch me on plurk or discord to throw other thread ideas at me! :>]