Post by Kaya on Aug 26, 2012 14:23:34 GMT -8
74.02.08 | Late Afternoon | Healers' Quarters
There was some sort of bug going around the creche. Eira had seen one sniffling little boy a few days ago and now there had been four more in the healer's bay that afternoon. Needless to say the entire thing needed to be cleaned, and as the main healer on duty that afternoon, she had her hands full. The other healers had left to clean up and get something to eat. They had skipped lunch to deal with a particularly demanding and ill child. Eira had volunteered to stay behind and clean. It meant she didn't have to eat with them and therefore be a part of their conversation. She didn't mind working with them, they were all decent people of a sort. It was that even after Turns of her life straddling Hold and Weyr she was still uncomfortable with too much time with the same people. They started to get too close to you, wanted to know more things. They started to pry.
So it was Eira had a set of particularly ragged clothes on as she sanitized the entire sick bay that the children had inhabited. It was thankless work, and tiring as she had to make sure to get all the spots. She wouldn't have this illness spreading any more than it would already. Then she and Wivish would be truly exhausted. As it was her arms were just a tad sore when she finished.
Now food? You have been working all day, EiraLinked. All day. All those cares weigh you down so. We should go flying, the light voice of Wivish chirped into her mind as Eira set her cleaning things away in the closet.
In what order, WivishLove? Eira questioned, a smile spreading on her face. The sky brought the two of them alive. It was where they truly belonged, Wivish believed. Still, they had to help all the little squishy, helpless humanets.
You have cleaned the room enough that you must be clean too, EiraLinked. The humanets are so messy. Grab something quick to eat and let's go flying!
Yes, Love. Eira thought back, looking around for her things. She located her pack kicked behind a bed after a short search (kids really did pose a threat to the well being of her things, but she just couldn't blame them). She retrieved the pack, and satisfied to have found it (and therefore found her change of clothes), looked around the room and expecting no one, stripped off her cleaning rags and put them in the to-clean basket for linens.
Eira opened the brown pack and dug around. She had most of her life in here. Clothes, a bit of food for traveling (which she munched on, she was that hungry), and her healing supplies. She was still working on a piece of dried fish (when wasn't it fish in the north?) when she found her riding pants. The jacket was easy enough to find, it was bulky, but the pants just liked to disappear. She threw the jacket loosely over her shoulders and kept searching for a good riding shirt. She sighed. The ones on top still needed washing so she kept looking.
There was some sort of bug going around the creche. Eira had seen one sniffling little boy a few days ago and now there had been four more in the healer's bay that afternoon. Needless to say the entire thing needed to be cleaned, and as the main healer on duty that afternoon, she had her hands full. The other healers had left to clean up and get something to eat. They had skipped lunch to deal with a particularly demanding and ill child. Eira had volunteered to stay behind and clean. It meant she didn't have to eat with them and therefore be a part of their conversation. She didn't mind working with them, they were all decent people of a sort. It was that even after Turns of her life straddling Hold and Weyr she was still uncomfortable with too much time with the same people. They started to get too close to you, wanted to know more things. They started to pry.
So it was Eira had a set of particularly ragged clothes on as she sanitized the entire sick bay that the children had inhabited. It was thankless work, and tiring as she had to make sure to get all the spots. She wouldn't have this illness spreading any more than it would already. Then she and Wivish would be truly exhausted. As it was her arms were just a tad sore when she finished.
Now food? You have been working all day, EiraLinked. All day. All those cares weigh you down so. We should go flying, the light voice of Wivish chirped into her mind as Eira set her cleaning things away in the closet.
In what order, WivishLove? Eira questioned, a smile spreading on her face. The sky brought the two of them alive. It was where they truly belonged, Wivish believed. Still, they had to help all the little squishy, helpless humanets.
You have cleaned the room enough that you must be clean too, EiraLinked. The humanets are so messy. Grab something quick to eat and let's go flying!
Yes, Love. Eira thought back, looking around for her things. She located her pack kicked behind a bed after a short search (kids really did pose a threat to the well being of her things, but she just couldn't blame them). She retrieved the pack, and satisfied to have found it (and therefore found her change of clothes), looked around the room and expecting no one, stripped off her cleaning rags and put them in the to-clean basket for linens.
Eira opened the brown pack and dug around. She had most of her life in here. Clothes, a bit of food for traveling (which she munched on, she was that hungry), and her healing supplies. She was still working on a piece of dried fish (when wasn't it fish in the north?) when she found her riding pants. The jacket was easy enough to find, it was bulky, but the pants just liked to disappear. She threw the jacket loosely over her shoulders and kept searching for a good riding shirt. She sighed. The ones on top still needed washing so she kept looking.
