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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 8:24 am
There was another apprentice healer here.
Malta had noticed this for some time, but had never actually gone over to speak to him.
She remembered seeing the older apprentice around the Healercrafthall. Maybe she had fetched something for him once or twice... she didn't remember, but she had fetched things for just about everybody.
But she had never actually spoken to him. Hadn't seen him around the other apprentices, actually.
And, while at Warden's, she was perfectly content not to...
Or she had been.
Meeting her brother had given her some confidence. She knew that he had her back. And Disk.
And the thoughts of that egg still popped into her head.
PUT YOUR SHOULDERS BACK.
CHIN IN THE AIR.
Maybe she should give it a try? He wasn't a prisoner after all, and she... she had to start somewhere, right? Be just a little brave?
She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and walked over.
"H-hi..." she fidgeted slightly, "What... you... I mean..." Noooooo, she was making a huge fool of herself.
She shrunk under her own embarassment.
"I... Do you need anything?"
She had said something, at least.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 5:13 pm
Ralvyn was halfway through his inventory of the herb stocks. As an apprentice healer, he still wasn’t really permitted to treat patients one-on-one; he was a senior apprentice which meant he was able to tend to the likes of bumps, scrapes, and colds, but nothing serious without a Journeyman’s supervision. In the meantime however, there were plenty of tasks that needed to be done.
The other crafts, prisoners on their best behavior could help sometimes. Weaving, farming, beastcrafting… They liked to make the more reformed inmates work for their keep, which Ralvyn approved of. But there was no way they could permit any prisoner into the infirmary stockrooms. Numbweed, fellis, scalpels, needlethorn – too many things that would be problematic if a prisoner got their hands on. So Ralvyn was keeping track of the inventory, jotting down lists of everything they had on a piece of hide.
A younger girl approached him hesitantly, and Ralvyn blinked at her, mildly surprised. He recognized her as one of the other healer apprentices, but couldn’t quite put a name to her. “Mm? Er, actually, if you wouldn’t mind helping me with the inventory… If you could help me keep track of which drawers are already done, so I don't accidentally do any of them twice?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 8:43 pm
"Oh! Yes! Of course!"
She was relieved that he didn't seem upset by her fumble, or make fun of her for it.
She was also happy to have a task. That was always good.
She set to work helping him. This was at least something she was used to doing. She was fairly good at it too.
She relaxed a bit as she set to the familiar task of inventory. There were no inmates in the storage rooms, and it was sort of a reprieve from the...
well...
the outside.
Almost like being back at the healer hall. Where she was treated as a person all the time. Most of the time. It was starting to get difficult to remember the truth.
She'd heard a mindhealer say that the mind invents things about what it remembers. So maybe it wasn't as happy a place as she remembered?
Wardens wasn't a cup of klah so maybe everything was good in comparison?
Through her musings she kept track of where in the inventory the other apprentice was checking.
"How long... have you been here?" she asked, cautiously.
Normally she didn't like chatting while working, but she was trying to be brave today. If he didn't want to talk though, that would be fine...
She tried not to be distracted by nervousness.
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