kawa~ inspiration #6
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yrae
Title~ Fried Fingers
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine~ all mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #6. Finally, some of 'min's training =D
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Auin watched as the tiny girl’s pale hands worked at the burn salve she had been instructed to mix. She’d been told how to make the mixture a week ago and already had the ingredients memorised to the point where she could add exactly what was needed without needing to measure it out. Most healers took three or four weeks to reach that stage.
It was clear to the head healer that Yamin had the healing gift, as her mother had so often suggested. She’d not even been an apprentice healer for a full year yet, but she was most definitely showing promise.
Auin had been reluctant to admit her first off—after all, she was not even eight years old when she first approached the palace’s head healer, and she never spoke a word. She had to admit, it was eventually the yrae stone and the potential healing power it held that drove her to accepting the girl as her apprentice. She’d only recently admitted to herself that the girl, even without the magical stone, showed great potential.
In light of what she knew the girl had been through, she was reasonably bright and happy, perhaps in the knowledge that her sister was safe and content. Given time, she would certainly brighten further. Training to become a healer would probably be just what she needed to take her mind off things.
Yamin looked up from the bowl towards the door, where one of the kitchen staff searched the room for a free healer. She smiled at him and beckoned him over while she disappeared out the back to fetch some water.
“Honestly, boy,” Auin scorned, “Can the kitchen not last a full week without spilling hot water on one of their staff?”
The boy scowled. “It wasn’t boiling water this time,” he said defensively.
The healer folded her arms, eyebrows raised in anticipation.
“It was boiling fat. I dropped a spoon in the vat and reached in to get it out again without thinking.”
Auin pursed her lips as she spied the boy’s bright red fingertips. The amount of stupidity she witnessed in her line of work was incredible.
Yamin returned and poured the bucket of water into the stone basin, encouraging the boy to dip his fingers in to clean them. He winced at first, jerking his hand back, but Yamin gently forced the fingers under so she could wash the fat from them.
The boy bit his lip and let out a small whimper; head healer almost rolled her eyes. She’d seen far worse burns than this emerge from the kitchen, and far rougher healers dealing with them.
Yamin patted his hand once to let him know he was supposed to keep the hand under the water, then fetched some small bandages and the burn salve she’d just finished working on. Carefully, she massaged some of the waxy mixture into his finger tips, then wrapped a bandage around each finger. Neat as the bandaging was, the white lumps at the ends of his fingers gave his hand quite a comical appearance.
“That is an yrae stone, is it not?” he asked, gesturing to the girl’s bangle with his good hand.
Yamin nodded and fingered at the stone. Auin had noticed that she did that whenever it was mentioned.
“Then could you not use that to heal?”
Auin grinned and answered for her. “Not before she’s learnt to do so the traditional way,” she said sternly, then motioned to the door.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine~ all mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #6. Finally, some of 'min's training =D
Auin watched as the tiny girl’s pale hands worked at the burn salve she had been instructed to mix. She’d been told how to make the mixture a week ago and already had the ingredients memorised to the point where she could add exactly what was needed without needing to measure it out. Most healers took three or four weeks to reach that stage.
It was clear to the head healer that Yamin had the healing gift, as her mother had so often suggested. She’d not even been an apprentice healer for a full year yet, but she was most definitely showing promise.
Auin had been reluctant to admit her first off—after all, she was not even eight years old when she first approached the palace’s head healer, and she never spoke a word. She had to admit, it was eventually the yrae stone and the potential healing power it held that drove her to accepting the girl as her apprentice. She’d only recently admitted to herself that the girl, even without the magical stone, showed great potential.
In light of what she knew the girl had been through, she was reasonably bright and happy, perhaps in the knowledge that her sister was safe and content. Given time, she would certainly brighten further. Training to become a healer would probably be just what she needed to take her mind off things.
Yamin looked up from the bowl towards the door, where one of the kitchen staff searched the room for a free healer. She smiled at him and beckoned him over while she disappeared out the back to fetch some water.
“Honestly, boy,” Auin scorned, “Can the kitchen not last a full week without spilling hot water on one of their staff?”
The boy scowled. “It wasn’t boiling water this time,” he said defensively.
The healer folded her arms, eyebrows raised in anticipation.
“It was boiling fat. I dropped a spoon in the vat and reached in to get it out again without thinking.”
Auin pursed her lips as she spied the boy’s bright red fingertips. The amount of stupidity she witnessed in her line of work was incredible.
Yamin returned and poured the bucket of water into the stone basin, encouraging the boy to dip his fingers in to clean them. He winced at first, jerking his hand back, but Yamin gently forced the fingers under so she could wash the fat from them.
The boy bit his lip and let out a small whimper; head healer almost rolled her eyes. She’d seen far worse burns than this emerge from the kitchen, and far rougher healers dealing with them.
Yamin patted his hand once to let him know he was supposed to keep the hand under the water, then fetched some small bandages and the burn salve she’d just finished working on. Carefully, she massaged some of the waxy mixture into his finger tips, then wrapped a bandage around each finger. Neat as the bandaging was, the white lumps at the ends of his fingers gave his hand quite a comical appearance.
“That is an yrae stone, is it not?” he asked, gesturing to the girl’s bangle with his good hand.
Yamin nodded and fingered at the stone. Auin had noticed that she did that whenever it was mentioned.
“Then could you not use that to heal?”
Auin grinned and answered for her. “Not before she’s learnt to do so the traditional way,” she said sternly, then motioned to the door.