Running through the small field,   hands clutching the skirt of her dress billowing about her.   Isis runs with some of the  youths of the community.   Playing an ancient game called football.    Her attention diverted as her gaze drifts towards the commotion going on at the north gate of the community.    She miss the pass that comes sailing at her and smacking her in the face.  As with all day long, the wind picked up and another brutal gust swept over the pitch.   Staggering with a yelp of pain as the makeshift ball, a pigs bladder  stuffed hurt when it hits.     The ball careens off of her and hits an opposing player.  Who is caught unaware within the play.   The ball rolls out of bounds on the pitch.<br/><br/>Instead of gathering herself and fetching the ball to throw it back into play.    Isis comes  to  a stop and looks on.   Taking in the abusive rant of  Detta on one of the returning party.    A slight frown crosses Isis expression for a moment.    Then seeing the one making his way towards the infirmary.<br/><br/>"I'm done  guys,   perhaps another time."<br/><br/>Isis says as she grabs the skirt of her dress and lifts it again.  As she hurries to go assist the one limping to the infirmary.       For all practical purposes the match was over.   A haze has filter into the area.    Making it not only windy but hazy.<br/><br/>Reaching the wounded boy,   Isis slips a around in assisting him to the infirmary.   "Come on  lets get you inside and I can take a look and what has happened."   Assisting the young man into the infirmary.   She immediately get him to sit.    As she now begin accessing what kind of injury he had.   Was it a simple sprain.  Or had he broken something.   Or is it something else.   Had a kreature gored him or such.<br/>