15min fic #105
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yrae
Title~ Flying Doctor
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'min is mine~~ haha
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 105. Yes, it's very, very loosely tied to the word, but bugger that, it works for me =P
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“Thank you, Madame Yamin!”
Yamin grinned and ruffled the young stable-hand’s hair as he pressed his hands together—one of them newly bandaged—in thanks. She dipped her head in reply and watched the young boy race out of the healing house.
Someone tapped her tentatively on the shoulder. She turned, eyebrows raised questioningly, to find herself looking up at a woman in a ragged, tan-coloured cloak, the hood drawn back from her sharply-featured face. It was a strange position to be in—though only sixteen and still growing, Yamin was already taller than most women who came into the healing house. Only the desert people were taller than she was.
The woman dipped her head respectively. “I understand you are busy,” she said, her voice husky from shouting into the desert wind, “but one of our tribe has been bitten by a snake.” Her anxious eyes occasionally broke contact with Yamin’s to glance at the other healers in the house. Evidently she’d had to hide herself in order to simply reach the healing house without being hassled in the streets on the way, and was still worried, even in the healing house.
Her eyes dropped now to the stone at Yamin’s wrist. “Am I correct in assuming that is an yrae stone? We have heard rumours…”
Yamin nodded, cutting off the desert woman’s train of thought. ‘It is, though only the healers and a few others know this. I’d prefer that it stayed that way.’
The woman looked startled for a moment at Yamin’s desert magic telepathy, enhanced as it was by the yrae stone, but soon regained her composure. “Certainly,” she agreed, “Were I to tell anyone, they’d hardly believe me anyway.”
The healer smiled compassionately. ‘How far away is your tribe?’
“No more than a day on foot, though less if we might be permitted to borrow a pair of camels.”
Yamin’s grin broadened. ‘We’ll only need one,’ she reminded the desert woman, flaring her wings briefly.
The woman gasped, then gave an abashed giggle. “Of course. Thank you, Madame.”
The healer dipped her head once more. ‘You’re quite welcome.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'min is mine~~ haha
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 105. Yes, it's very, very loosely tied to the word, but bugger that, it works for me =P
“Thank you, Madame Yamin!”
Yamin grinned and ruffled the young stable-hand’s hair as he pressed his hands together—one of them newly bandaged—in thanks. She dipped her head in reply and watched the young boy race out of the healing house.
Someone tapped her tentatively on the shoulder. She turned, eyebrows raised questioningly, to find herself looking up at a woman in a ragged, tan-coloured cloak, the hood drawn back from her sharply-featured face. It was a strange position to be in—though only sixteen and still growing, Yamin was already taller than most women who came into the healing house. Only the desert people were taller than she was.
The woman dipped her head respectively. “I understand you are busy,” she said, her voice husky from shouting into the desert wind, “but one of our tribe has been bitten by a snake.” Her anxious eyes occasionally broke contact with Yamin’s to glance at the other healers in the house. Evidently she’d had to hide herself in order to simply reach the healing house without being hassled in the streets on the way, and was still worried, even in the healing house.
Her eyes dropped now to the stone at Yamin’s wrist. “Am I correct in assuming that is an yrae stone? We have heard rumours…”
Yamin nodded, cutting off the desert woman’s train of thought. ‘It is, though only the healers and a few others know this. I’d prefer that it stayed that way.’
The woman looked startled for a moment at Yamin’s desert magic telepathy, enhanced as it was by the yrae stone, but soon regained her composure. “Certainly,” she agreed, “Were I to tell anyone, they’d hardly believe me anyway.”
The healer smiled compassionately. ‘How far away is your tribe?’
“No more than a day on foot, though less if we might be permitted to borrow a pair of camels.”
Yamin’s grin broadened. ‘We’ll only need one,’ she reminded the desert woman, flaring her wings briefly.
The woman gasped, then gave an abashed giggle. “Of course. Thank you, Madame.”
The healer dipped her head once more. ‘You’re quite welcome.’