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10-11-2016, 02:40 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer
She is often somewhere near the greenhouse. When she’s not out gathering herbs, or trying to teach Gawen to fly or healing one of his many cuts and bruises, she comes here. It’s become something of a permanent spot for her, and she can’t imagine what life might be like if or when she ever isn’t a healer, and the garden is no longer hers to tend. Similar, she supposes, to what life was like when she no longer called Morham home. It takes some adjusting, and eventually, you move on.
But for now, she doesn’t dwell on that thought. She’s not planning on going anywhere, and hopefully she can continue to do her job well enough to keep her title. She plans too, which seems to have been enough for now. She’s learned so much in a year, and feels far more confident with her knowledge of herbs, her ability to use the healing magic. And she keeps learning. There’s always new herbs to learn, find, plant.
Today though, as she wanders around the vicinity of the garden, she hears a familiar voice call out of healers. Tembovu. She’s not entirely surprised. As far as she knows, their King spars enough that injuries are probably not uncommon for him. Granted, this is not going to be the normal type of injury one might get in a spar – not that she knows that yet.
She turns her course and makes her way toward where her King stands, one foot just barely touching the ground. Immediately, she assumes his leg is injured. But he walked here. Which, perhaps, is doable on a leg injury, but it’s not likely. She nods at him for a moment, studying the way he holds himself, silent as she thinks it through. She probably doesn’t need to know the details of what hurts to heal him, but she suspects the magic is more effective if she knows where to direct the energy. “Can I ask what hurts, exactly?” she says, not entirely convinced it’s his leg, but rather uncertain just want else it might.
Of course, she has an idea. It just seems so…unlikely.
But for now, she doesn’t dwell on that thought. She’s not planning on going anywhere, and hopefully she can continue to do her job well enough to keep her title. She plans too, which seems to have been enough for now. She’s learned so much in a year, and feels far more confident with her knowledge of herbs, her ability to use the healing magic. And she keeps learning. There’s always new herbs to learn, find, plant.
Today though, as she wanders around the vicinity of the garden, she hears a familiar voice call out of healers. Tembovu. She’s not entirely surprised. As far as she knows, their King spars enough that injuries are probably not uncommon for him. Granted, this is not going to be the normal type of injury one might get in a spar – not that she knows that yet.
She turns her course and makes her way toward where her King stands, one foot just barely touching the ground. Immediately, she assumes his leg is injured. But he walked here. Which, perhaps, is doable on a leg injury, but it’s not likely. She nods at him for a moment, studying the way he holds himself, silent as she thinks it through. She probably doesn’t need to know the details of what hurts to heal him, but she suspects the magic is more effective if she knows where to direct the energy. “Can I ask what hurts, exactly?” she says, not entirely convinced it’s his leg, but rather uncertain just want else it might.
Of course, she has an idea. It just seems so…unlikely.
lyanna
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