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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 12:08 pm
Canoake looked over the new bundle of healer's uniforms. They had been sent in recently and she was not pleased with the quality. If it had been the prisoner's clothes, she might not have cared as much. But there were so many shades of green and Canoake was pretty sure that none of them were the right color.
Sighing, she gathered the bundle and headed towards the Master Healer's room. Maybe he could figure out which color he wanted and then they could dye them the proper color. Maybe, she could even get some of the stronger men of Warden's to get the dye vats ready. Grumbling to herself, she made her way through the halls, arms full. Canoake really wishes she had one of those flits to send a message ahead.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:31 am
Bereck was busy, but this was hardly breaking news. The morning had consisted of fixing a guard's rather nastily shattered arm, then there had been four hours of sweeps, and now he was going over some papers that the Weyrhealer had asked him to double check. Two more hours until his next sweep; he could get this done and a bit of work on his own paper too with luck....
He had, however, just read the same sentence ten times or so. Removing his glasses Bereck sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Ugh.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:24 pm
Now how to get the door open? Canoake snorted and wished she had grabbed one of the other helpers so they could carry the uniforms for her. But truth be told, she wanted the time out and alone. Seeing a small shelf of sorts near the door, she placed the bundle down and knocked on the door just loud enough to be heard but not pounding on it to be annoying.
She was glad she had worn her hair tied back and her more conservative clothes. Whatever the Healers wanted, Canoake was willing to stay and fix the problem. The longer it took, the better.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 1:16 am
Bereck had just got to his feet and stretched when the knock came suppressing a yawn he took a couple of moments to tidy himself up a bit and put his glasses back on before calling; "Come in!"
The main feature of Bereck's office was bookshelves. They lined three of the walls, and each one was full to bursting of books and files. Other than that the furniture consisted of a large solid wooden desk and chair set facing the door, the former covered in stacks of yet more papers; two comfortable chairs set beside a little round table by one of the bookshelfy walls; and set against the one wall without bookshelves there was a large sideboard. It was towards this last item that Bereck began to move, or more to the point towards the rather monstrous contraption of brass and glass sitting on top of it. The only major clue to the machine's function was a jug sitting underneath a small tube, not that this was so very big a clue in the end.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 6:20 pm
She frowned at this. Apparently common courtesy was lost on the Healer folk. After all, she was going to have to carry the clothing in and she couldn't do that if she was opening the door. Deciding to play the damsel in distress, Canoake once again scooped up the multi shaded clothing and called out, sounded a little worried.
"I would if my arms were not full. Can you please open the door for me?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 2:38 am
Bereck paused in the action of pouring himself a mug of excessively potent klah and gave a frustrated sigh and a shake of his head. What the shards could the girl want, whoever she was? Rubbing his face again and then his stiff neck the healer moved over to the door and pulled it open.
"Yes, what can I do for... you?"
His visitor was a young woman that he didn't recognise. For some reason she had brought him a heap of assorted green cloth. Bereck blinked and looked her up and down a second time, waiting for another thought to arrive in his tired brain. It didn't happen. Needed that klah.
"Come in." If she came in he could go and finish pouring his drink.
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