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 Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 1:51 am
 Estelle was a healer. She supposed she had known it from the moment she was woven, even with the uncertainty at first. In the beginning,
her beginning, that was, she just knew that she was woven loving her tribe:
The Light Tribe. She wanted to help others to feel happy and stay safe and healthy.
So, after a bit of wandering, she came into the Prism District and after a bold declaration expressing her desire to help her fellow Light Tribers, they took her in and started to train her. She spent seasons training, both through studying and in actual practice. She found out that her most favorite things about healing were to see her fellow Light Tribers on the path to recovery (and later seeing them out and about, healthy again) and making various salves to cure any number of ailments.
These days, Estelle was considered a healer among them and took care of patients like any other healer in the District.
When she wasn't interacting with others, she was in the Amethyst District discussing the trade of specific herbal goods and if she might be able to make and trade salves with other tribes. She still hadn't gotten a clear answer on that, but the trading within her tribe was easy enough.
Today was not a market or trading day, however. No, today had been another day in her usual practice and she milled about her work space, moving containers and brushing her tail against surfaces. She was just tidying up before she left for the day. She always tended to loiter for a time after many other healers had left, just in case there was a final straggler before she left to go to her home again. Maybe it was a sixth sense, a basic instinct or just her caring nature that made Estelle linger, but when she did, she was typically not disappointed. It seemed that today, even at the end of the day, she wouldn't be either.WC: 332
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2018 5:44 pm
 It was toward the end of the day, and Zion had to cut his training a bit short. It had been training he had been doing with out his family’s knowelge, for fear they might look poorly upon it. To them, justice was to be done by hearing and trail, when Zion beleived on a more...paws on approch. In this particlar sercret session, he had injured himself and couldnt simply show his mother or Father magus-with out beinf interrogated. Benefit and curse of beinf a carved of the arch magus.... It was late, and a lot of the stalls had closed for the night-however one seemed to have it’s light still on, so to speak. elegantly a lit prism colored orb slipped past the entrance of the tent of a well know healer. Dark ebony lochs shifted past uniquely multicolored eyes, that he had gained from his father. “Hello....” Zion deep gruffy voice broke the silence carefully-yet boldy. “Is there any b’alam about?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2018 8:02 pm
Estelle perked her ears when she heard the voice of a Tah at the front of her workshop. Turning she moved around so she could confront the other, a smile on her maw.
"Good evening, friend!" She was greeting. "How might I help-" She was cut short when she saw the Tah who had called out. She blinked in something that was similar to awe and surprise. Of course she knew him, everyone in the Prism District, if not the entire tribe, knew the arch magus' children and their names. His name was Zion. This certainly was a surprise.
Her blue-green eyes cataloged his wounds automatically. Her features softened sympathetically for a moment, before she straightened, her demeanor gentle and professional simultaneously.
"If you'll follow me, I can get a better look at you." She beckoned him with her tail as she turned towards the place she usually took patients. Orbs of light glowed from the ceiling of her tent, illuminating it brightly with their light. She indicated where he could sit and then began to inspect him. "Can you tell me where you were when you received these injuries?" She inquired. If dirt had gotten into any scrapes or cuts, she would see it, but it rarely hurt to ask for a better understanding first. She glanced up at him,with a smile realizing a mistake she had made already. Hopefully she wouldn't be faulted for it. "I am Estelle, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you."WC: 250
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 12:39 pm
Zion's careful dark ears rotated and perked carefully as a Nan's voice rang out to his call. Elegantly the larger b'alam's head straightened proudly and his stoic gaze relaxed with an air of princely demeanor. If looked upon closely, his unique mulit-color gaze held a glint of contempt, not for her or anyb'alam in particular but perhaps brought upon by pass events from life. It was common, though hushed knowledge that the family had suffered a significant lost in their family....and the Arch Magus' littler that had been carved was one less from what was woven.
"Yes." The Word fell from Zion's maw as he over looked the pause and shock that presented to him. She didn't seem to acknowledge it, and nor would he. It wasn't worth his time to address such a thing, she no doubt knew who he was.
Zion stood still as the Nan looked him over, his messy ebony bangs covered the bridge on his maw where there was noticeable scaving on his scales that crowned around his horn. The alabaster, rainbow hued fur above paws was muddled and dirty. Normally sleek fur was tiffed and faintly disheveled with a hue of red that crawled up from his dark toes. Though that did nothing to take away from his upper left shoulder and the wound and missing scales that his dark lochs failed to hide.
His whiskers seemed to flare momentarily as her eyes fell on his shoulder and her demeanor turned more sympathetic. His stubborn white chest expanded in silently taken breath, as his gaze seemed to flick a warning not to pity him in anyway.
As he was directed, Zion flicked his sight over to the entrance behind him, as if to check and make sure he was not fallowed. Large paws where delicately quiet regardless with what ware was evident with them. Taking a sit, Zion's hunches and tail shifted gracefully to wrap around his body. The Tah posture was as poised as a king sitting on a thorn, even if he was just in a healer's tent.
"In the Crystal woods." The Tah was unhelpful and unfortunately vague.
"Well met, Nantlil. Light Shine within you." Zion responded with a nod. " I am Zion, Thank you for seeing me so late in the day." The Tah spoke and stated, even if she did know who he was. It was polite and his parents thought him to be such and never assume that others knew him...it was a poor show of arrogance, to do so.
[quote="Belloblossom]
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 4:10 pm
Estelle inwardly chided herself for staring as she had earlier, but there would be more time for thought on that later. Regardless of who he was outside of her tent; inside her tent, he was her patient and that was all that she needed to think on.
She stepped around him in the available space. When he gave his answer at where he had been upon gaining the injuries, she flicked an ear.
"I see." She replied. Eventually she moved to a corner of her tent where she had set a medium-sized basin, which was by no means fancy, but suited her job just fine. It was half way full of water and using her magic she was able to place a cloth into the water and withdraw it to wipe away any of the dirt or grit that she spied in any of the wounds.
"And with you, Tah Zion." She replied as she gave a final look over, before she asked. "When I touch the wounds with this cloth, does it sting or hurt at all? Do any of them hurt more than the others?" They were typical questions, but as she reminded herself, there was no cutting corners in her practice, even when she may be slightly more distracted by a handsome face.WC: 216
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2018 12:24 pm
Zion took in a deep breath as Estelle moved the cloth over his chest and shoulder. He remained still, but there was a slight wince in his gaze.
"That was uncomfortable." The Tah stated in a more flat tone, without so much movement then that of his chest, and subtle twitch of his tail tip. Releasing another breath, he did so slowly as if to help coax the pain at his chest and shoulder from his body. The Prince was the eldest and easily the most stubborn of his litter. It wasn't easy for him to admit any short comings, let alone pain that he may be feeling.
Zion's ears turned forward as his mulitcolored eyes looked down at Estelle as if to gauge her answer, and reaction. His body remained poised and firm. He would not allow himself-even with a healer to show weakness....
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 12:22 pm
Estelle, an experienced healer, though she didn't brag about it, had become accustomed to the various kinds of b'alam that came into her stall. She would coax the shy ones into speech and discern what was really the problem when the chatty ones would claim that everything hurt. Yet, the Tah standing before her wasn't shy and he definitely wasn't chatty. If anything, she would call him stoic, or perhaps dignified.
Either way, she had noticed the change in his breathing such to a point that he needn't have told her. Yet, she had asked him in attempts to make him more at ease with speaking with her, though she was uncertain if such a thing was working.
"I see." She replied evenly, dabbing at the wounds softer. It seemed that the wounds were not significant, just scratches, if anything. Nothing so deep that she would worry much over them. "It seems to be just a couple of scratches. I can apply some numbing salve to them, to stop the pain and see that it doesn't get worse." She remarked. "If I bandage them, it will be more noticeable that you've seen a healer, but if you'd rather edge on the subtle side, for whatever reason, I can leave it with only the salve on." She met his eyes. "But you'd need to be careful rubbing it off, until it dries." She warned gently, though her eyes were serious. The notion of wasting salves in such a manner was not one that she liked to entertain. "Which would you prefer?"WC: 260
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 2:22 pm
The regal tip of Zion's dark tail, that had been so elegantly wrapped about his paws, rose and fell very slowly and subtly in a mild flick. His mult-colored eyes remained fixed on Estelle as she worked on his shoulder and neck. A soft breath released from Zion as his body remained very still.
He was reserved a poised, wanting to make her work easier and to be out of the tent quicker....
Not that he didn't want not be in the Nan's presence, but he didn't want to be seen in the tent for the same reason he didn't want others to know he was hurt.
Dark tipped ears turned back ever so slightly, as it was only mentioned to be 'scratches'. It sure as the Weaver felt like more then just scratches.....
A breath left the Tah, as he let he eyes study the Nan in front of him who looked him over. She seemed to understand stand that he wanted be be subtle about the wound to offer not to wrap it up.
"The Save should be fine." Zion stated.
" Thank you." He added. "I assure you that I will take care to let it dry." the prince assured the Nan, being carved from his mother and father-he knew how difficult it was to make things and the care that was put into some. Before she was one of the arch Magus, his mother did travel the world-and gain a lot of knowledge and trades-in such he knew the importance and difficulties of somethings-others take for granted and think just grows on trees...
and are easy to replace.....
Nothing important was easy to release, and some could never be.
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