Recognition
Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 9:56 pm
65th Vhalar 717
The Medicine House
The Medicine House
Cognition
Re-cognition
Desnind was like nowhere Faith had ever seen before and she had to admit to loving the place. It was peaceful here, there was no slavery. The people were, by and large, friendly and Moseke herself walked here. Of course, Faith had to admit to being ever so slightly biased regarding the place. After all, she and Padraig had wed here just a two-trial before and she felt quite relaxed here. It was a rare feeling, for them both. Both of them, her and her husband, were so very busy on any given trial that to have some time where they had nothing to do except to be together, to relax. Each trial and every break while they were here was like the snatched moments of quiet which they had at home. There, on Scalvoris, when they closed the door for the end of the trial and spent their evenings together, it felt like this. Here, in Desnind,there were no deadlines, no appointments. No classes to teach or business to run. Here, it was blissful.
Of course, it was a lie, also. If they lived and worked here, then it would be different and they would be busy. It was not the place, but the context which meant that they had nothing to do and all the time on Idalos to do it.
Still, there was a medical center here and Faith wanted to go and see it. There were a number of reasons for that, to do with her as a person and her as a medic. Faith, at this point, was nearing half way through her pregnancy; she looked and felt healthy and energised but good medical care was important. Also, though, she had to tell the healers here what she had found out about the Rot, it's greater tendency to attack Sev'ryn and the cure.
Padraig would tease her, she was sure, but Faith liked the feeling of the earth beneath her bare feet. As she made her way through the town and towards the Medicine House, Faith looked at the building with a smile on her face. There was something fundamental about a house of healing to her. It was home - it was freedom. Faith had wanted to practice medicine, to save lives for a long time. However, when Tristan owned her she had been a chef and a seamstress, because the schedule for those jobs was better - it allowed her to be a better slave to him. As soon as she was free, however, Faith had become a medic and had realised her true calling. She knew that.
So, there, before her, was the House of Medicine and she smiled and breathed in as she walked towards it. As she did, Faith caught sight of someone from the corner of her eyes, following her in her peripheral vision and, as she recognised who it was that was stalking her, even here, Faith's heart seemed to stop in her chest and her blood ran cold in her veins.
Of course, it was a lie, also. If they lived and worked here, then it would be different and they would be busy. It was not the place, but the context which meant that they had nothing to do and all the time on Idalos to do it.
Still, there was a medical center here and Faith wanted to go and see it. There were a number of reasons for that, to do with her as a person and her as a medic. Faith, at this point, was nearing half way through her pregnancy; she looked and felt healthy and energised but good medical care was important. Also, though, she had to tell the healers here what she had found out about the Rot, it's greater tendency to attack Sev'ryn and the cure.
Padraig would tease her, she was sure, but Faith liked the feeling of the earth beneath her bare feet. As she made her way through the town and towards the Medicine House, Faith looked at the building with a smile on her face. There was something fundamental about a house of healing to her. It was home - it was freedom. Faith had wanted to practice medicine, to save lives for a long time. However, when Tristan owned her she had been a chef and a seamstress, because the schedule for those jobs was better - it allowed her to be a better slave to him. As soon as she was free, however, Faith had become a medic and had realised her true calling. She knew that.
So, there, before her, was the House of Medicine and she smiled and breathed in as she walked towards it. As she did, Faith caught sight of someone from the corner of her eyes, following her in her peripheral vision and, as she recognised who it was that was stalking her, even here, Faith's heart seemed to stop in her chest and her blood ran cold in her veins.