"A psychiatrist?" Shay asked. Oddly, she was considering it. Maybe it was her vulnerable state. She didn't usually have the desire to lay out all her trash for people she didn't know. "I don't have any money to pay for something like that."
Alessa shook her head "Oh no I didnt have to pay her anything, I just gave her a call and set up an appointment.". She took her phone out of her bag and pulled up the psychiatrists number. "Do you have a phone on you, I can give you her number if youd like it."
"I... don't own a phone." She didn't have money for one. Plus, Shay had no friends to speak to on a regular basis. Why would she need a phone? "But, if you tell me her name and address I can just walk there and make an appointment."
It felt polite to tell Alessa that she would do it, but Shay was doubting herself. She couldn't comprehend going to someone she knew nothing about (who wasn't expecting to be paid? That was fishy) and telling them all her dirty little secrets.
"Oh im sorry..." Alessa apologized, she did that a lot, the young witch felt bad for making the assumption that Eroshay would have a cell phone. "Well her name is Emily Kirkpatrick (played by nightstripe). Im sure you'll be able to find her, I could help if you like..."
Shay didn't know what to say. If she agreed to let Alessa help her find Emily, then she would have to make a session, wouldn't she? But would that be all bad? Maybe it really would help?
Shay nodded slowly, thoughtful, unsure. "O-Okay." Slowly, Shay stood up. Her knees were green with grass stains, even after she rubbed at them. "And you're certain I won't have to pay anything? She'll still accept me?"
Want to tag them?
Alessa stood up when Eroshay did, giving her a kind nod "Yes, I didnt have to pay her anything when I saw her.". She had made sure not to get any grass on her uniform, or on her knees.
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I sent them a message on skype asking
Shay was still having trouble believing that, but she wouldn't keep asking the same question only to get the same answer. She nodded and turned to Alessa. "Erm, well, lead the way I guess. Might as well at least see the place, right?"
Shay rubbed her eyes vigorously to try and erase the evidence of tears, but the redness did not ebb away, instead it was only worsened by her constant rubbing.
Alessa nodded, and started leading the way. "I hope shes in her dorm room." she realized shed be missing class, but she was alright with missing it today.
They arrived at Emilys dorm, and Alessa gently knocked on the door.
((I SUMMON THEE! @Nightstripe !!!)
They arrived at Emilys dorm, and Alessa gently knocked on the door.
((I SUMMON THEE! @Nightstripe !!!)
Emily had only gotten home from her own classes a short while before the two witches found their way to her door. She had managed to squeeze a shower in before she found herself summoned by the knock on the door.
Clutching a bathrobe around herself, and already blushing at the fact she was answering the door this way, she cracked the door to see who it was. "... A-Alessa?..." Her gaze dropped down from the elder witch to Shay with a blink and a lock of her lips.
"... Wh-Who is this little one?... She t-tastes... D-Distressed?... Is s-something wrong?..."
@FoxalypticWorld @Saryn
Clutching a bathrobe around herself, and already blushing at the fact she was answering the door this way, she cracked the door to see who it was. "... A-Alessa?..." Her gaze dropped down from the elder witch to Shay with a blink and a lock of her lips.
"... Wh-Who is this little one?... She t-tastes... D-Distressed?... Is s-something wrong?..."
@FoxalypticWorld @Saryn
Shay blinked at that. She tasted distressed? That made things more interesting (and uncomfortable). Was this woman some form of empathic? She must have been. Shay wondered if it was like a how a snake tasted, with the tongue.
"Alessa said I could talk to you?" Shay said. She hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but at least, her voice was firm and clear again, even if her eyes were still outlined in dark red. "But that you don't charge?" Now her suspicion was showing. As the saying went, you got what you paid for. So, what did this woman want?