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just_1_word 43.5 Devastated
Jan. 15th, 2010 12:32 pmIt's been a very long week.
Eirene left Kansas about two hours after the quake struck Haiti, and she's been there ever since, trying to help anyway she can; whether it's healing the wounded, searching for victims, soothing children whose parents cannot be found in the chaos - anything. She is stronger than any human, despite her small stature, and spends each night picking through the rubble for survivors and victims alike.
Everyone is devastated. So many people were left without homes, countless others missing family members, that the entire area could be the poster child for ground zero in a war zone. Aid is now arriving slowly, but pledges and promises are still coming in from many parts of the world. She's lost count of the death toll so far, more interested in trying to keep people alive by providing magic-ed up food and water for ever small group of refugees she can locate in the areas not so easily accessible by mortal means. Even then she knows it's probably already too late for some of them.
By Friday morning the goddess is so exhausted, mentally and emotionally, that she finds herself wading out into the water near Port-au-Prince and watching the horizon. Waiting for the ships to arrive with emergency supplies and food. An American carrier is slowly chugging its way in, and from her vantage point, Eirene can see the sheer amount of space available across its surface. It's when she realizes she's crying, that she knows its time to go home.
She'll return in the days and weeks ahead - it's not within her to ignore so much suffering and misery, but curling up in an empty bed, knowing her husband and daughter are alive, and at work or with grandparents respectively, that allows her to get the first taste of -- well, peace in three days.
But it still won't erase the devastated condition of her heart.
Eirene left Kansas about two hours after the quake struck Haiti, and she's been there ever since, trying to help anyway she can; whether it's healing the wounded, searching for victims, soothing children whose parents cannot be found in the chaos - anything. She is stronger than any human, despite her small stature, and spends each night picking through the rubble for survivors and victims alike.
Everyone is devastated. So many people were left without homes, countless others missing family members, that the entire area could be the poster child for ground zero in a war zone. Aid is now arriving slowly, but pledges and promises are still coming in from many parts of the world. She's lost count of the death toll so far, more interested in trying to keep people alive by providing magic-ed up food and water for ever small group of refugees she can locate in the areas not so easily accessible by mortal means. Even then she knows it's probably already too late for some of them.
By Friday morning the goddess is so exhausted, mentally and emotionally, that she finds herself wading out into the water near Port-au-Prince and watching the horizon. Waiting for the ships to arrive with emergency supplies and food. An American carrier is slowly chugging its way in, and from her vantage point, Eirene can see the sheer amount of space available across its surface. It's when she realizes she's crying, that she knows its time to go home.
She'll return in the days and weeks ahead - it's not within her to ignore so much suffering and misery, but curling up in an empty bed, knowing her husband and daughter are alive, and at work or with grandparents respectively, that allows her to get the first taste of -- well, peace in three days.
But it still won't erase the devastated condition of her heart.
