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04-21-2015, 07:09 AM
Healing – he should have guessed. Where others plucked the gallows of vehemence, violence, and brutality, some took to mending, assuaging, and soothing; such rites and paragons would never be realms he’d adhere to, but they were necessary factions. In their increasing dominance, in their constant state of supremacy, barbarity, and mercilessness, restoring and revitalizing was necessary. After battle, after invasion, after disaster, as they limped and dragged and stumbled across the earth, the Menders found them, trickled and dabbled over the senses, over the lacerations, over the grating shards, renewing soldiers for one more day in the field. How many times had he required their aid? How many instances and junctures had led him towards time’s benefitting wiles, the ghostly hands of sweeping hours away? So he made no sign, no growl, no disapproval, no displeasure at the thought of another doctor joining their ranks, searching for herbs, scouring the wilds, the tundra, the eaves, for cures and poisons. He’d seen their capabilities, witnessed their faculties, watched their talents, either by fusing, sewing, weaving his sinew back together, or by the dreaded venom stored in their grasp, little, lithe serpents gathered beneath blossoms and flowers. No matter how whimsical their smiles, each and every individual within the Basin was mighty, skilled, and strong; even the hidden insolent, even the silken paragons. They were to be a respected class, like the scholars and their wisdom, like the soldiers and their prowess, like the spies and their slinking information. The rapier depravity of his speech loosened more words into the fray, stringing them alone in quiet, unearthly acceptance, another sword, another rebel, another beast added to their numbers. “We welcome more healers.” He nodded his skull, the hallowed oeuvre of death, provided her with the information, the names, the calls she should grasp and clench in order to delve deeper into her craft. “Consult with our Time Menders, Lena or d'Artagnan, to hone your skills.”
