Five-Fingered [maybe open]

Ill edit this soon enough, add some quality...

Illiana wasn't sure whether or not she trusted the number five. It seemed as though for most of her life, five had been her lucky amount. Five digits per each hand and foot. Five family members, five people who knew Lana better than she knew herself, and still loved her even though she was a weird one. As a child of five, Lana had learned to read and write, she had still believed the dirty, littles lies her older brother told her about Illiana Annwn being a child of the Faerie King, hidden in the mortal realm to protect her identity as his sole heir. Five was such a momentous number. Lana was pretty sure she had even been born in the fifth month of the year, although it was hard to tell whether or not this was true, all things considered.

As a mature adult of eighteen years, Lana was beginning to believe her old pal, her great buddy number five had betrayed her. Those same five, loving family members had destroyed any chances of Illiana ever having a normal childhood, ever being a normal person for Petes sake! She did not think she could forgive them for taking so much away from her, even if they had opened their home up to an infant Illiana. Then of course, there was the matter at hand. Her weight. Lana eyed the Healers machine warily. It was a new addition to the small amount of technology in her former Mistresses home. Lana stood on it, curious to see how much she weighed. Apparently for being so tall, Lana was underweight.

Lily, her former healing Mentor walked into the room and a sardonic grin lit up her aging face. "Honey, you need to gain, I'd say, about five pounds," Lily told Lana. She stood on the small thing for a little longer, shifting her weight until it read a pound higher than it had. She hesitantly smiled in the general direction of where Lily had run off to. Four pounds, not five. She needed to put on four pounds! Illiana thought fiercely, willing herself to believe it. A small voice within her head protested though. Lana knew she did not need to gain weight, she needed to lose it.

Her eyes had seen much in the past year, Illiana was a changed girl. A daughter of the Fair Folk had become a skilled, cool Healer capable of dealing with the sight of a persons guts flowing out of them like stuffing coming out of a toy-animal. Heck, as a little girl, she would have cried if an animal lost its stuffing. Now her thoughts worked a different way, Lana's hands itched with the need to sew up the toy-animal and make it all better. She was extremely capable for only having trained formally for a year and not having much field practice. Lana knew the ways of medicines, she knew when a person was starving, her body was showing some of the signs of slowly fading away into nothingness...

...yet she did not care. At all, whatsoever. Illiana pinched places and held the 'flabby' skin between her pointer and thumb. She ran a hand over the bones beneath her skin and smushed her face together. Illiana frowned and walked outside to the broken mirror Lily owned. It had once been in an unstable patients room, and now was a smashed up, broken thing set up at the side of her house.

Lana walked outside, breathing in the warm air of a summer day. Her feet crunched on dried leaves as she made her way to the mirror, finally catching a glimpse of white-blonde hair, the girl stopped and stared at her own body. Her lips pulled down in a frown. Fat. Everywhere, everywhere she looked there was fat. Illiana knew this was an unhealthy obsession to have, this weight thing, but she couldn't help herself. Her hands skimmed over the tops of her legs, finding imaginary stretch marks. It was all proof of what she had already known: Lily had meant to tell Lana she needed to drop a few pounds, not gain them. This was all a simple misunderstanding that had led Lana down a panicky, frightened road.

Leaves crunched, Lana half turned to watch Lily making her way toward the mirror as well, but instead two shocking events happened in that one moment. Illiana caught sight of a complete stranger crunching through the leaves--and her concave stomach growled angrily.

ooc- I've spent all my quality muse but I want to get back to posting with Lana ^^