Post by Raisa Artunis Shehzad on Nov 5, 2018 1:33:16 GMT -5
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[attr="class","title1"]Monster
[attr="class","subtitle1"]How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
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Raisa had not expected to find an epidemic when she'd exiled herself away.
Maybe she should have seen a Seer, cast some Arithmency of her own, practiced a higher-level Divination. Why had she focused more on Astronomy? Why had that been her choice? It wasn't quite that Raisa shrunk from her duties, she just really would have like a little more time to prepare, to learn the ways and spells that were done here before she was to work as a team facing a brand-new epidemic. But she was a graduate of Bayt al-Hikma, and the only one she knew in this godforsaken island who was trained there. She couldn't let her university down, especially not after how hard she'd worked to be there, to stay there.
No, she was trained, and trained well. She had studied epidemics across history, categorized them, had seen ancient the ancient bodies of victims, kept in their stasis charms and wrapped in in spells, potions, and linens. She had been a Healer for two years, she could do this. She could resist this, she could be strong, she could--
she could continue to lie, and claim she was. . .there were only so many days she could take off the full moon. She'd claimed familial visits in the past, schedule out ahead of time, and had been careful to take other days off so that it wouldn't be noticed it was surrounding the full moon. Weariness and exhaustion could be claimed by the exhilarations of youth. Her reports from Gondēshāpūr had called her stoic, she knew, serious and focused. She'd rarely taken time off, and had never shown up late. She was sure her changed performance would be mentioned, and she would only be able to spin the yarn about the change for so long. Luckily, with the madness of the epidemic, the day-a-month she'd taken off was of little enough ntoice.
But now things were calming down again, and Raisa's continued good health and magic was necessary. Healer Buchanan wasn't precisely her superior-- that was an older mage, Bulstrode. She still wasn't precisely sure if she was supposed to call him Lord Healer or something of the like. Her mother had certainly put on very few airs of her own, and had expected Raisa to be equally frank. There was a difference of birth, that was all. There was another between herself and Healer Bulstrode, as he was in a better position than she at the moment, for all that she'd kept her magic and he'd lost his.
There was. . .no, she was being suspicious, but it would do well to raise the thought. A Healer, trained for years and well-used to this-- he would know if there was any merit to her thought. Her shift had ended earlier than his, but waiting around was no matter. "Healer Buchanan?" she took a breath, trying to stand tall. She was a graduate of Uagadou and of Bayt al-Hikma, and she would not disgrace her schools. "I have . . . the sickness, there's something I was toying with. . ."
Raisa had not expected to find an epidemic when she'd exiled herself away.
Maybe she should have seen a Seer, cast some Arithmency of her own, practiced a higher-level Divination. Why had she focused more on Astronomy? Why had that been her choice? It wasn't quite that Raisa shrunk from her duties, she just really would have like a little more time to prepare, to learn the ways and spells that were done here before she was to work as a team facing a brand-new epidemic. But she was a graduate of Bayt al-Hikma, and the only one she knew in this godforsaken island who was trained there. She couldn't let her university down, especially not after how hard she'd worked to be there, to stay there.
No, she was trained, and trained well. She had studied epidemics across history, categorized them, had seen ancient the ancient bodies of victims, kept in their stasis charms and wrapped in in spells, potions, and linens. She had been a Healer for two years, she could do this. She could resist this, she could be strong, she could--
she could continue to lie, and claim she was. . .there were only so many days she could take off the full moon. She'd claimed familial visits in the past, schedule out ahead of time, and had been careful to take other days off so that it wouldn't be noticed it was surrounding the full moon. Weariness and exhaustion could be claimed by the exhilarations of youth. Her reports from Gondēshāpūr had called her stoic, she knew, serious and focused. She'd rarely taken time off, and had never shown up late. She was sure her changed performance would be mentioned, and she would only be able to spin the yarn about the change for so long. Luckily, with the madness of the epidemic, the day-a-month she'd taken off was of little enough ntoice.
But now things were calming down again, and Raisa's continued good health and magic was necessary. Healer Buchanan wasn't precisely her superior-- that was an older mage, Bulstrode. She still wasn't precisely sure if she was supposed to call him Lord Healer or something of the like. Her mother had certainly put on very few airs of her own, and had expected Raisa to be equally frank. There was a difference of birth, that was all. There was another between herself and Healer Bulstrode, as he was in a better position than she at the moment, for all that she'd kept her magic and he'd lost his.
There was. . .no, she was being suspicious, but it would do well to raise the thought. A Healer, trained for years and well-used to this-- he would know if there was any merit to her thought. Her shift had ended earlier than his, but waiting around was no matter. "Healer Buchanan?" she took a breath, trying to stand tall. She was a graduate of Uagadou and of Bayt al-Hikma, and she would not disgrace her schools. "I have . . . the sickness, there's something I was toying with. . ."
[attr="class","tags1"]☆Artunakara Buchanan , 517 words, out of robes☆
[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai
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