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Ashan 36, 718
Qit slowly walked through the door to the Order, for once entering it while not being terribly injured. Her cloak hung loosely around her shoulders, and the woman wore a face of passive indifference. She was greeted by a healer she didn't recognize, but the woman remembered Qit from when she was brought in following her run in with a Nightmare beast. She looked on nervously at the huntress, expecting more tirades, swinging arms, and angry snarls. But Qit'ria was the epitome of politeness.
"I want see Faith, please. Will wait."
"Another healer can see you hun, Faith is extremely busy these days. What seems to be the problem today?"
Qit'ria shook her head, "I wait. Please."
The healer shrugged and gestured to some comfortable furniture. Qit'ria nodded and made her way to the two person couch. There were a few other patients about, all staring at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Qit'ria just ignored them, and watch as the Order went about its business. She never once moved from her seat, and her eyes seemed to be taking every detail in. She watched as a man left a room crying. She saw a woman who couldn't stop scratching her groin enter a room.
She watched the little conversations between the healers, watched as the took small breaks to just shut their eyes while standing against a wall. They clearly worked tirelessly, just as Qit'ria's father had. She hoped he still was working. It was his truest passion. Every person in their little slice of Desnind was in his family.
She watched as an Aye-aye mouse snuck out of its hidden hole near a corner, sneaking through the shadows, looking for food. She gripped her fist tight, resisting the urge to draw a knife and cut it down for desecrating a place as sacred as a house for healing. But her spark reached out, it wanted to join the mouse. To see the world from the smaller vantage point, to hear the sounds Qit'ria couldn't hear, smell the smells she couldn't. It had been very insistent lately. But from the moment Qit'ria knew she was with child, she refused to Become anything. Instinct told her that it would be a catastrophically bad idea.
Her hidden hands alighted on the small bump that was rounding out her stomach. She couldn't feel anything yet, and wasn't quite sure when she would. Her stomach grumbled loudly. She was hungry again already. She'd just eaten a couple breaks ago, but she was famished again. For the last couple of trials, she was absolutely voracious. But she gave no visible sign of discomfort, trying to behave as best as she could for Faith. She did remember something though... She tapped into the aye-aye mouse totem on her wrist with her spark, and drew out the sense of smell, echoing it into her own.
Instantly so many more smells assaulted her senses. And it all smelled delicious. She didn't know what half of it was. Qit'ria closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in figuring out the smells, her mouth watering heavily. She was fairly certain that in aye-aye form, she could eat basically anything. To the mouse, the entire world was a buffet. And so, she passed nearly two breaks, following her nose, picking out the smells of the candles that burned, the questionable smell coming from the woman who scratched at her groin, the sandwich a healer was eating behind a closed door. She could smell the ham on it. Part of her wanted to go steal the sandwich. But this was Faith's heal house. She would respect it.
And so, she waited.
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Kashehino Text
Ashan 36, 718
Qit slowly walked through the door to the Order, for once entering it while not being terribly injured. Her cloak hung loosely around her shoulders, and the woman wore a face of passive indifference. She was greeted by a healer she didn't recognize, but the woman remembered Qit from when she was brought in following her run in with a Nightmare beast. She looked on nervously at the huntress, expecting more tirades, swinging arms, and angry snarls. But Qit'ria was the epitome of politeness.
"I want see Faith, please. Will wait."
"Another healer can see you hun, Faith is extremely busy these days. What seems to be the problem today?"
Qit'ria shook her head, "I wait. Please."
The healer shrugged and gestured to some comfortable furniture. Qit'ria nodded and made her way to the two person couch. There were a few other patients about, all staring at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Qit'ria just ignored them, and watch as the Order went about its business. She never once moved from her seat, and her eyes seemed to be taking every detail in. She watched as a man left a room crying. She saw a woman who couldn't stop scratching her groin enter a room.
She watched the little conversations between the healers, watched as the took small breaks to just shut their eyes while standing against a wall. They clearly worked tirelessly, just as Qit'ria's father had. She hoped he still was working. It was his truest passion. Every person in their little slice of Desnind was in his family.
She watched as an Aye-aye mouse snuck out of its hidden hole near a corner, sneaking through the shadows, looking for food. She gripped her fist tight, resisting the urge to draw a knife and cut it down for desecrating a place as sacred as a house for healing. But her spark reached out, it wanted to join the mouse. To see the world from the smaller vantage point, to hear the sounds Qit'ria couldn't hear, smell the smells she couldn't. It had been very insistent lately. But from the moment Qit'ria knew she was with child, she refused to Become anything. Instinct told her that it would be a catastrophically bad idea.
Her hidden hands alighted on the small bump that was rounding out her stomach. She couldn't feel anything yet, and wasn't quite sure when she would. Her stomach grumbled loudly. She was hungry again already. She'd just eaten a couple breaks ago, but she was famished again. For the last couple of trials, she was absolutely voracious. But she gave no visible sign of discomfort, trying to behave as best as she could for Faith. She did remember something though... She tapped into the aye-aye mouse totem on her wrist with her spark, and drew out the sense of smell, echoing it into her own.
Instantly so many more smells assaulted her senses. And it all smelled delicious. She didn't know what half of it was. Qit'ria closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in figuring out the smells, her mouth watering heavily. She was fairly certain that in aye-aye form, she could eat basically anything. To the mouse, the entire world was a buffet. And so, she passed nearly two breaks, following her nose, picking out the smells of the candles that burned, the questionable smell coming from the woman who scratched at her groin, the sandwich a healer was eating behind a closed door. She could smell the ham on it. Part of her wanted to go steal the sandwich. But this was Faith's heal house. She would respect it.
And so, she waited.