Genesis 117
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Title~ White
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ She's mine~
Notes~ Genesis 117. Back on the introduction fics, this~ is Madame Yamin, Nimay's twin sister and head of the palace healing house in Ni-Yana. Unlike 'may, she does~ remember life before arriving at the palace, including how they both ended up with the yrae stones, but that's too much to fit into 500 words XD; Srsly, that's what Silent Harmony is for. So this is 'min in the Now, doing what she does best =3
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“Madame?”
Yamin held up one finger to halt her apprentice’s question. She didn’t take her eyes from the antivenom she was measuring out. As with anything involving snake venom, it was critical that she keep a steady hand while measuring out the drops. One too many could be fatal.
The jewel of clear liquid dripped into the jar, and Yamin was able to set the eye dropper aside, pushing her snowy white hair back over her shoulders as she looked up at the green-robed healer.
The younger girl jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating a young man sitting on one of the bed blocks and looking at them with pained eyes. He cringed and held his left hand tenderly in his right.
“He’s broken his finger, Madame,” the apprentice Yamin, holding up her little finger. “It hurts just to touch it, he says, and I don’t know what to do. The other healers are all busy. I’m sorry.”
Yamin nodded and set her not-yet-finished antivenom on a shelf at the back of the healing house, glancing back over her shoulder at the young man. He wore the dusty-red robes of the palace staff, and judging by his pale hands, he worked in the laundry.
Yamin looked over at the apprentice. It would probably be best to wait for a warrior to come in to teach her about broken fingers. They were more accustomed to the pain.
The head healer sighed and wiped her hands dry on the blue robes that showed her rank, then wove her way through the bed blocks to where the man was sitting, biting his bottom lip to give himself some other pain to think about but the shots in his finger. She took his hand lightly in her pasty white ones, inspecting the damage carefully.
The finger was bent at an awkward angle at the first joint, but thankfully none of the bones themselves had been splintered.
Yamin looked up, catching the man’s eyes with a sympathetic, pale blue gaze, doing her best to silently warn him that this would hurt.
The man’s pained look steeled, and he turned his head away, eyes and teeth clenched in preparation.
The healer patted him once on the shoulder, then gripped his finger tightly to pull it back into its rightful position. A strangled sound, halfway between a yell and whimper, came from the man’s throat, and his arm jerked back in a reflex action.
Yamin held on tighter, making sure the bones were aligned properly before allowing the magic of her yrae stone to flow through her fingers, healing the broken tendons and swollen flesh in the man’s finger. The familiar coolness spread down each digit, turning the tips of her fingers almost numb with cold, but she could feel the hotness of the broken finger melting away under her touch.
The man visibly relaxed, as though he’d only just realised every muscle in his body had been tense. “Thank you, Madame.”
Yamin just smiled.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ She's mine~
Notes~ Genesis 117. Back on the introduction fics, this~ is Madame Yamin, Nimay's twin sister and head of the palace healing house in Ni-Yana. Unlike 'may, she does~ remember life before arriving at the palace, including how they both ended up with the yrae stones, but that's too much to fit into 500 words XD; Srsly, that's what Silent Harmony is for. So this is 'min in the Now, doing what she does best =3
“Madame?”
Yamin held up one finger to halt her apprentice’s question. She didn’t take her eyes from the antivenom she was measuring out. As with anything involving snake venom, it was critical that she keep a steady hand while measuring out the drops. One too many could be fatal.
The jewel of clear liquid dripped into the jar, and Yamin was able to set the eye dropper aside, pushing her snowy white hair back over her shoulders as she looked up at the green-robed healer.
The younger girl jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating a young man sitting on one of the bed blocks and looking at them with pained eyes. He cringed and held his left hand tenderly in his right.
“He’s broken his finger, Madame,” the apprentice Yamin, holding up her little finger. “It hurts just to touch it, he says, and I don’t know what to do. The other healers are all busy. I’m sorry.”
Yamin nodded and set her not-yet-finished antivenom on a shelf at the back of the healing house, glancing back over her shoulder at the young man. He wore the dusty-red robes of the palace staff, and judging by his pale hands, he worked in the laundry.
Yamin looked over at the apprentice. It would probably be best to wait for a warrior to come in to teach her about broken fingers. They were more accustomed to the pain.
The head healer sighed and wiped her hands dry on the blue robes that showed her rank, then wove her way through the bed blocks to where the man was sitting, biting his bottom lip to give himself some other pain to think about but the shots in his finger. She took his hand lightly in her pasty white ones, inspecting the damage carefully.
The finger was bent at an awkward angle at the first joint, but thankfully none of the bones themselves had been splintered.
Yamin looked up, catching the man’s eyes with a sympathetic, pale blue gaze, doing her best to silently warn him that this would hurt.
The man’s pained look steeled, and he turned his head away, eyes and teeth clenched in preparation.
The healer patted him once on the shoulder, then gripped his finger tightly to pull it back into its rightful position. A strangled sound, halfway between a yell and whimper, came from the man’s throat, and his arm jerked back in a reflex action.
Yamin held on tighter, making sure the bones were aligned properly before allowing the magic of her yrae stone to flow through her fingers, healing the broken tendons and swollen flesh in the man’s finger. The familiar coolness spread down each digit, turning the tips of her fingers almost numb with cold, but she could feel the hotness of the broken finger melting away under her touch.
The man visibly relaxed, as though he’d only just realised every muscle in his body had been tense. “Thank you, Madame.”
Yamin just smiled.