23rd Cylus 717
There was a bit of her that was nervous about this, but Faith knew that she was being silly. She had no intention whatsoever of being held back by what had happened in Rharne, she was determined that she, and they, were going to get on with their lives. She had earned this cloak that she wore, that was that. Mattieus, her mentor in Rharne had given her his letter of support and she was happy to have it, standing outside the Order of the Adunih outpost here in Scalvoris.
Yet, she hesitated just for a few trill. What if they'd heard? What if the knew? Faith wasn't ready or willing to talk about what had happened with anyone other than Padraig and she really didn't want to get to the point of it being something that was known. What had happened in Rharne was too private, too personal and still very much too raw. She simply couldn't talk about it.
He wasn't with her, but Faith knew without a doubt what Padraig would tell her. Ironically, although it was said very differently and from an entirely different place, it was something Jamal used to say to her. Jamal used to call it 'chasing carts', like she was chasing things which had not yet become a problem so following the cart in case it became a runaway danger. He used to tell her it to correct her, to remind her what it was that she should be focusing on. Padraig would tell her with a smile that she was fussing, that they would see her for who she was. How strange, she thought, how two people could say almost the same thing and yet it be a completely different message. One telling her what her lack was, the other reminding her that she lacked nothing, in his eyes.
"Come on, then," she whispered to herself and she made her way in. The door was ajar, not fully open but then it was the depths of Cylus, so Faith made her way in. Stepping over the threshold was the difficult thing, she told herself and she walked in with an interested expression on her face.
The place was clean, well cared for. There was a sense of busy, though, and at a quick glance she could tell that there were less healers per patient than there had been in Rharne. They were stretched here, by the looks of it. Other things that she noticed, too, was that there were a lot more green cloaks than anything else. Which was fine and was usual, but actually, as she looked around it was only green cloaks that she saw.
That was unusual. She stood and waited until one of them approached her. A tall man, Biqaj Faith thought judging by his vivid eyes. "Can I help you, miss?" He had a quick smile and he looked at her with interest.
"Yes. My name is Faith and I a member of the Order. I've just moved here from Andaris and I want to be put on the roster, please?"
He looked at her and his expression was a mixture of slight disbelief and hope."What colour cloak are you?"
"Blue. I'm also studying medicine at the university"
He looked at little surprised at that, "You look kind of young to be starting your letter?"
"Thank you. I'm doing my Diploma"
He looked at her and waved, suddenly and rather frantically. "Galena! Can you come over here?"
The woman who made her way over was a human woman. Faith wasn't particularly good at judging ages but she reckoned that she must be in her late thirties and the earnest young ex-slave smiled. The woman who walked up, Galena by all accounts, wore a gold cloak. Thank Famula that the place wasn't run by greencloaks, Faith considered.
"This is Faith. She's just moved here, she's already a member and she's a blue cloak.", the Biqaj spoke quickly and Galena nodded.
"Thank you, Dhatri," Galena smiled at him and turned to Faith as the Biqaj turned, almost tripping over himself as he did and then muttering about being off to tell someone called Rami.
"I am Galena. Come into my office," the older human woman said and Faith nodded.
Yet, she hesitated just for a few trill. What if they'd heard? What if the knew? Faith wasn't ready or willing to talk about what had happened with anyone other than Padraig and she really didn't want to get to the point of it being something that was known. What had happened in Rharne was too private, too personal and still very much too raw. She simply couldn't talk about it.
He wasn't with her, but Faith knew without a doubt what Padraig would tell her. Ironically, although it was said very differently and from an entirely different place, it was something Jamal used to say to her. Jamal used to call it 'chasing carts', like she was chasing things which had not yet become a problem so following the cart in case it became a runaway danger. He used to tell her it to correct her, to remind her what it was that she should be focusing on. Padraig would tell her with a smile that she was fussing, that they would see her for who she was. How strange, she thought, how two people could say almost the same thing and yet it be a completely different message. One telling her what her lack was, the other reminding her that she lacked nothing, in his eyes.
"Come on, then," she whispered to herself and she made her way in. The door was ajar, not fully open but then it was the depths of Cylus, so Faith made her way in. Stepping over the threshold was the difficult thing, she told herself and she walked in with an interested expression on her face.
The place was clean, well cared for. There was a sense of busy, though, and at a quick glance she could tell that there were less healers per patient than there had been in Rharne. They were stretched here, by the looks of it. Other things that she noticed, too, was that there were a lot more green cloaks than anything else. Which was fine and was usual, but actually, as she looked around it was only green cloaks that she saw.
That was unusual. She stood and waited until one of them approached her. A tall man, Biqaj Faith thought judging by his vivid eyes. "Can I help you, miss?" He had a quick smile and he looked at her with interest.
"Yes. My name is Faith and I a member of the Order. I've just moved here from Andaris and I want to be put on the roster, please?"
He looked at her and his expression was a mixture of slight disbelief and hope."What colour cloak are you?"
"Blue. I'm also studying medicine at the university"
He looked at little surprised at that, "You look kind of young to be starting your letter?"
"Thank you. I'm doing my Diploma"
He looked at her and waved, suddenly and rather frantically. "Galena! Can you come over here?"
The woman who made her way over was a human woman. Faith wasn't particularly good at judging ages but she reckoned that she must be in her late thirties and the earnest young ex-slave smiled. The woman who walked up, Galena by all accounts, wore a gold cloak. Thank Famula that the place wasn't run by greencloaks, Faith considered.
"This is Faith. She's just moved here, she's already a member and she's a blue cloak.", the Biqaj spoke quickly and Galena nodded.
"Thank you, Dhatri," Galena smiled at him and turned to Faith as the Biqaj turned, almost tripping over himself as he did and then muttering about being off to tell someone called Rami.
"I am Galena. Come into my office," the older human woman said and Faith nodded.
