Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on May 7, 2008 18:23:17 GMT -6
Aislin Creed- Late afternoon had found Aislin and Aman-ud-Din walking among the enchanting gardens of the infirmary. Made for those that would have to stay within the stone walls for some time more then a visit, it was a height of beauty, wanting to send peace and calm of nature's ambience. Aman-ud-Din had been called to her office from the castle so she could give him the latest tested ointment, perfect for helping the skin heal with less of a scar over the areas that were open and raw. Aislin had already tested such on a few people, of course telling them it was a new herbal remedy and one that was proving to be a break through. Roots in Skye's forest was plentiful and Aislin had many go on such errands daily. Moving towards the entrance of the gardens after a nice walk and idle conversation with her dear friend, she finally pulled the ointment from the pocket of her vest and passed the vile towards him. "Ah promise it be safe my friend. Ah would nay be giving it to ye if it was nay. It is all natural, roots and such of course. Smells a bit funny, but the scent fades as it dries. How be ye head?"
Danae Galanos- Merick and Danae had left the campsite on the shores where the Avarian warriors were stationed. White tents of many all decorated with charms and other things to show signs of how these people were. Danae had only been in Skye for a short time and had met very few people thus far. However, that would change today she was sure of as she and Merick made their way into a side entrace of what looked to be the gardens for the infirmary. She had been informed that the Healer would most likely be found here and if not then to try the halls afterwards. Her cream white tunic decorated in many splotches of blood and the tunic clung to a damp body. The High Ranger of Avaria had pushed to hard to soon it seemed and most likely undid some of the stitching handiwork of a Pirate. Pain was of course felt but the woman would never really let on to others she was feeling such. Her dark features setting her aside from many anywhere she went nearly and always drew attention. She smirked to Merick several times on the way here with some of the looks she had got and though it would bother most, Danae found amusement in it. Once inside, she slowed and wild pale blue eyes gazed about in search of the one they called Head Physician.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-Good news, predictable news; he had survived twenty-four hours of no sleeping, which had been rather difficult considering the stitched gash on his head made him all the more drowsy. Thankfully, he made up the sleep that had been lost a few days ago, and was now well rested and walking without threats of blacking out for a moment. It was now late in the afternoon, and Aman-ud-Din had an appointment with Aislin for a much needed walk in the gardens. Tahirah remained in their new home with the three hounds, already drawing and writing in her new book. A new ointment she had crafted, one that would help minimize scaring, which Aman-ud-Din did not care too much about, however, if Aislin insisted on it, well then he would take whatever if was that she had to prescribe. The vile was taken from her hands, and the tall Arab glanced over it. He chuckled softly. "Well, you are the healer here, and I trust you. You would know more about this than I. My head still aches, but not quite as badly as it had been." He replied, tucking the vile into the folds of his black sash around his waist. "How long should I keep the bandage around my head?" He inquired, motioning to the bandaged wrapped around his head.
Aislin Creed-Aislin had learned to always be looking about her no matter where her attention ran. It was how she could hear the footsteps of the lady Duchess before she came into view, or how she had been able to see the woman of a different culture, or so Aislin assumed due to the way she appeared in skin and features. Not like the others she knew, well more like Padma or Aman-ud-Din then anything else. Eyes drifted back to Aman-ud-Din as she saw him pointing to his head and smiled. " For another day, then remove it and let the air get to it to dry it out. We do nay want it to begin to puss." Always blunt and straight forward, she had the worst bedside manners ever because she said things plainly, never sugar coating them for others. They needed the truth and Aislin would give them such. Eyes drifted back to see Bess, for she was not so hard to miss. "Evening Bess." It was hard to greet the duchess in a formal fashion and Aislin had given up trying. When eyes turned back to the entrance, she spoke out the the two that were moving towards them. "Evening. Ye be going in the wrong direction." dressed in men's attires, had she not said much and kept her head low, she could have passed off as a boy. Her husband had called her such in war, not knowing otherwise and he slept with her often enough to know her body structure. Moving from Aman-ud-Din, she assumed he would follow her as she took the few steps to meet the other two. "Who be ye and what has brought ye here to the infirmary?" If it were more serious, then they would not have come to her and would not have been walking. The calm and slightly detached demeanor was given as she looked back and forth between the two.
Danae Galanos-Danae and Merick continued to walk and look about as they both heard steps behhind them. Danae would glance over her shoulder to see a golden blond, nudging Merick to side step and make room to let the Lady pass. Both would move aside and allowed her to do such only to follow and then head in the direction to where two others were spotted. The voice and words it said were heard and Merick glanced to his Commander with a questionable gaze. The High Ranger gave a shrug and called back. "Evening... I was told this is where I could find the Healer called Aislin." The Grecian woman then stopped as the distance between she, Merick and the others were closed. Merick pointed to the tunic of Danae. " I believe she's busted a few stitches open... she's bleeding again in several places." Danae rolled her eyes at Merick, making it sound as if it was so terrible. She smirked and he caught sight of it, giving her a look in return as if to say 'what?' but no words expressed. The pale blue eyes settled back on those before here. "If we are in the wrong place... please direct us to the correct one?" She politely and respectfully asked. They were on foreign lands and Danae was always one to show such manners. It made things easier for everyone, at least that's how she was taught and knew from expirence.
Beathag Aberdeen-Unbound strands of gold fell to the mid point of her brown leather, vest clad back. Doe-skin skirt was brushed with absent fingers flicking at pieces of dandelion. "G'eve Aislin, Aman-un-Din. How be ye both, Ah trust e'eryone is well put taegether?" Turning over her shoulder, she gave a nod of her head to the people who were of yet unknown. The reason for their presence would be learned soon enough if she but settled to being an observer in the background. The sun was dipping toward the Western line, bringing out the light carriers to gather the oil, tinder, and flint needed to catch lanterns and torches. "Nay, ye aren't in the wrong place. This beh the Infirmary n' Lady Aislin is the Court Physician , thus head here. Wot is ye name, who shall the lady beh treatin?" An answer was given and Aislin's question was echoed a bit, but it was a point of interest that wanted to be found out. Turas Lan was a large principal city, and Skye a large territory, but Beathag made it a point to know as many who came into it as possible
Aman-ud-Din of Pern- After tucking the vile away, chocolate eyes glanced about, hearing the sounds of other footfalls. Of course, little sounds still tapped at his head and caused a bit of ache, but he learned to ignore the pain and shrug it off. Eyes turned back to Aislin for a moment, listening to the instruction of keeping the bandage on for another day. He expected such, and nodded lightly. "Then for another day it shall remain." He replied, before the lofty Arab turned to the newest arrivals, following the healer Aislin. Aman-ud-Din dipped his bearded chin to Bess reverently, respectfully, before lifting his eyes to the woman of blonde hair. "Good afternoon, Lady Bess. Indeed, still in one piece thanks to the skilled hands of Aislin." Smiling a bit, his eyes turned then to the two strangers, and a soft nod in acknowledgement was given. Well, it seemed like the question in his mind were already adressed by both Aislin and Bess. So he remained silent and listened
Aislin Creed- Aislin listened first and foremost, waiting for a answer from all ends before replying. Before anything more could be said, Bess spoke and did not give a hint that Aislin was standing right there it seemed. In truth, Aislin did not care about names. That was the least of her worries. Eyes drifted to Aman-ud-Din as he said he would keep it on another day. It was his own risk to follow or not, Aislin was not a mother to all. She gave the information and it was up to them if they wished to follow or not. Was there a repeat of her name about ot was that just her? For a moment she perked one full brow high up over her left ocean eyes and then lowered it for a moment. Hm. " Ah can see that she bleeds, but thank ye for telling me of the stitches. They should nay take long. Come..ah be Aislin. Follow after me." Aislin did not think to ask if they needed assistance. Many men were full of so much pride that after a while she simply stopped asking. Moving to the large oak double doors, she pressed them open and lead the way. The hall was grand indeed, spreading out as long as a church. Cots were set along each side and through the middle, well organized as healers moved back and forth with all kind of items in their hands. Peasants were giving extra coin to come and stay for all times of the day, washing the floors every hour so that it always remained clean and cut back on germs that came from other's blood or illness seeping out. Aislin did not seem phased by the soft screamed of people who had crushed their limbs by accident or slices themselves as healers cleaned them and tried to fix them. She continued to walk in that confident pace until she reached the far end of the hall where the rooms were held to the right wing. The smell of medicine filled the air, along with blood and soap that was used to clean everything down after each person was helped. "Since ye be female and yer wounds be upon yer chest, ah shall give ye a room for me to examine ye in. Do ye wish to be looked at in private or do ye have no modesty and wish for ye friend to join?"
Danae Galanos- Danae and Merick both caught the nod from the golden haired woman and gave one in return. The leader of the ranger division would listen as the woman answered her question and both were relieved. "I see ... and thank you." She met the woman's gaze and smiled as she answered the question. " I am Danae Galanos, Commader of the Ranger divison of Avaria. This is Merick my right hand man." Danae's ice blue eyes looked to the man and would nod back in acknowledgement, Merick did the same. " And your welcome M'lady." Merick said to the woman when she made it clear she saw the situation as it unfolded. Merick was a respectful man, not as prideful as others and Danae was the same. In fact, Danae made it appoint that all the men under her command were treat others with respect at all times unless reason was given to not do so. If any did not do as instructed, well they would reap the punishment for it. Danae was a woman that knew the actions of her men reflected on not just themselves but her as well and she would not have her men acting anything less than what was expected. The Grecian woman looked to Aislin as it was made clear this was the one she needed to see. Both would follow, but only after nods were given to the others as they departed. Not knowing is the two would follow or not. Danae did not mind and when Aislin asked if she wished to be seen alone or is Merick was permitted entry, the Grecian warrior would give her reply. " I am his Commander, he is a warrior like me and therefor I do not care. I leave it to his discretian." Merick gave a shake of his head. "No.. I'll stand outside...here I will wait."
Aman-ud-Din of Pern- When it came to wounds and abrasions of the flesh, Aman-ud-Din only new the bare basics,but Aislin knew details, things that he did not know. It would be in his best interest to heed her warnings and advice instead of being stubborn and pretend to know what he was doing. It was apparent that the woman was in need of Aislin's skills, which Aman-ud-Din had no business in. Nodding to Aislin, his eyes watched the trio head back into the infimary. Well, he would resume his pleasant time in the gardens. He turned to Bess, and smiled. "Thank you again for your help, Bess."
Aislin Creed- Aislin was not the best with titles. She always forgot to give her own and truly found it unimportant. After having been a peasant for so long, she ignored most titles unless it was for a greater cause. The fact that the woman was from Avaria meant no more then the fact that the woman was a human to Aislin. Aislin said not another word to the 'thanks' and 'welcomes' moved about as she waited for the two to speak on what they wanted to do. Aislin had no modesty at all. It was only human flesh, used to create more humans if people choose such. Shame could not even be taken in scars that others might have. "Very well. If ye would like a seat, ask one of the passing by women or men wearing the robes of browns and whites." opening the door, she waved for Danae to move in and waited until she brought up the rear. A small fire was always kept lit and watched within each room of stone. A cot rested along the far wall placed just under the window while the shudders remained open to allow the breeze to come in and keep the air moving so it did not smell and could be cleaned in the form of air. Water had already been waiting to be placed on the fire and Aislin moved her tall frame towards it to make sure it would start warming. "Remove ye tunic. How old be ye stitches and what type of material did ye use to do them or did the healer use to do them? What caused the wounds within ye skin and have ye noticed a smell from them or nay? Ah'll also need to know how deep they were upon receiving them. All this is useful in the matters of healing so do nay be coy with details. Ah have heard it all." While Aislin's words may have seemed harsh, arrogant or too blunt, her tone was always kept the same. A eerie calm and a hint of detachment. She had no use for emotions when it came to healing, so why bother to fake such if they were not needed.
Danae Galanos- Danae waited for Aislin to lead the rest of the way and Merick simply nodded to the womans words. The Grecian woman stepped inside, moved to the center of the room and awaited instructions. Within moments, request and questions were made and asked. Without any hesitation Danae removed her tunic to reveal the tattered banner of copper skin that was heavily decorated with scars and wounds of all sorts. Most were from battled and wars, taking hits for herself and others. "Spear heads on a exotic isle... many as you can see. I do not know what was used to stitch me up nor how deep they go." She paused a moment and shook her head. " No... no smells and the stitches are about a week old?" Danae was just as straight forward with Aislin as she was with her. Aislin was the healer and Danae was the patient. She respected the woman with being so blunt about things, that's how Danae preffered it.
Arkanis-Slight breeze blew that cloak a bit while he stood outside of the infirmary. Sigh pressed out from those lips while gloved hand gripped the shoulder of his cloak and ripped it away. "No need for this...", Ark held it up to his eyes for a quick view then tossed it aside in the wind. The two swords remained at his side and a few cuts in his light leather armor were visible. Where the hell had he been? No matter. Something he had to do by himself. Ark moved up to the doors and walked inside. Footsteps remained silent, but only from habit. Word had reached him that Danae had returned and he knew now that his pot must be given up now that she was back. Oh well. It was at least fun while it lasted. He moved inside and leaned against the wall and moved those arms across his chest simply waiting. For news that he was once again not needed.
Aislin Creed-Aislin closed the door and latched it before Danae could remove the tunic and expose herself to any who may be passing by. Answers came without hesitation and already Aislin was sighing a bit in relief. She hated to repeat herself and it only slowed down the process of healing. Scars were a sign of honor, not a sign of shame. Moving closer, she reached at her left thigh to pull out the small dagger from it's black leather sheath and looked over the stitches with a close eye. "Spears, can go past the muscle, so it could have been a deep wound..even..fatal. Ye be very lucky." Words were said slowly as she ignored looking to that which made a female , female. She had no use to goggle at things she had. Those she could see had torn, were already allowingt he wound to reopen and stretch them, showing the raw muscle and skin tissue found within. Slender fingers reached towards her bare body and paused. "Lay upon the cot please." once Danae did as asked, she moved her fingers to her flesh, cool to warm as she began the fast process of slicing away the materials. Cloth by the looks of it. "Here I use cleansed horse hair. It is stronger and does tear so fast. If ye keep doing activities that will continue to tear them, ye will find that the horse hair will slice ye skin before ripping. Something to remember the next time ye tear yer stitches aye." Each stitches was placed on the table near by so she could burn them later. the wounds were wiped with a dry cloth before she leaned clsoer to sniff each wound. It was a old technique, but one that was affective. Just because Danae said that the wounds did not smell, it meant little. She could have gotten use to such over time. "Ye have no infection so ah will nay pour any liquor in ye wounds. Do ye wish to have any to drink?" healer moved about within the great hall and every time someone cam in they would ask what illed them and if they were in need of assistance. The male with the two swords at his side would be asked much the same.
Danae Galanos- Danae stood still as Aislin began to inspect the stitches Peregrin had done, Healers of Avaria had did others. The copper skinned woman was not ashamed of her scars and would were them proudly. For it meant this woman had done more good while receiving them than bad if she had tried to avoid such. When it came to modesty, Danae was like Aislin she had none really. When the healer instructed her to lay on the cot, without hesitation she did just that. Arms were placed behind her head as so the woman could see any and all that needed tending to. " Everyone keeps telling me that...that I was lucky. I know this because from what I was told, there was quite a bit of blood loss. I had fever for days. And as far as I know, the spears were not poisoned. I can not tell you what was given to me for pain or otherwise..." Danae offered any information that would help Aislin see to things as needed. No sense in trying to be prideful or be someone she wasn't. It only made you look foolish to others and served no good purpose. "No.. no drink is needed.. I will handle it." She said in reponse."
Arkanis-Ears perked at the sound of Danae's voice. Snarl came from those lips and he just huffed once more. Head turned away from the room before he just growled kicking up off the wall and walked silently towards the room and saw the guard. Well the man was in the rangers and right now Ark was the commander. He simply nodded to the man and then knocked on the door. "Open up. This is the Commander of the Rangers.", Ark smirked silently knowing that would grab the attention of the proud Greek woman.
Peregrin Shakye- It didn't take much to please this Pirate, his passive mind finding many reasons to be aloft in the world tonight. Though perhaps some could say he had alternative motives for finding the infirmary. Whistles of a sea ballad passed down the stone paths and into the night like a lover's whisper into the flesh of a warm embrace. Yeah he was poetic huh? The tune was cheerful despite the departure he was to take in the coming hours. A once careless form slipped behind the mask of duty and even his rouge attire was tossed aside. Armor like the scales of dragons outlined his body stolen from an Asian ship no doubt. The deep green outlined in the darkest of reds seemed to add a whole new dynamic to a once outlaw of Avaria. "Commander of the Rangers huh?" His voice sounded at the back of Arkanis and he could only help but grin, "Movin' up huh? Last I heard we were to be hung by our toes." A pat to his back as his a nearby flower patch caught his eye. Pluck. Couldn't be caught unprepared now could he?
Aislin Creed- Hm. It was something that most would ponder. Aislin did not truly care as long as the woman still stood with little after affects. "They tell ye to remind ye that ye are mortal ah assume. Perhaps to turn ye away from yer adventures. Listen to them nay." and so she began. Lacing the horse hair through the needle, she waited until Danae was comfortable before she began a fine threading through the flesh, careful to not use old holes and sadly needing to make new ones that extended farther from the wound area so that she would have a strong hold. Were most used a series of up and down stitches, Aislin used a criss crossing method, one that made it stronger in the end. "In four weeks time ye should be able to remove, depending on how deep the wounds were. Also depending on how many more times ye rip them. Ah would suggest giving yeself a week or two longer before going back to brutal exercises or use of the bow. It will strain the muscles on the chest, stomach and even back and shoulders. Many people do nay know they use all the muscles, including that in their legs when using the bow. Ah am sure ye know such though. "Just as she was finishing the last wound, the pounding the the heavy wooden door echoed through the room. Ocean eyes glanced over her shoulder to stare at the solid object before she looked back and finished the job at her own steady pace. "YE WILL BE WAITING. AH CARE NAY OF TITLES HERE." She called out. This was her domain and they would have to get patience if they wished to be inside. Once she was done, she moved to wash her hands in the hot water, hissing for a moment as they turned her flesh red before dipping a cloth inside and the moving back to Danae to wipe her clean of the extra blood that now seeped out. Gathering the wraps of thin cloth, she began to weave them around Danae's chest, back, stomach, shoulders and then secured it with a pin. One done, she rose and moved to clean her dagger in the hot water. When Danae was finished and no doubt move to open the door, Aislin looked up to see him. Unlike others..her muscles did not stiffen, for she was generally calm. Still she made sure to keep cleaning that dagger, for should he step too close, he would not be standing for too long. She had promised Maahes such. Other then a glance, no stare was given as she looked back to her task at hand.
Danae Galanos-Danae gave a roll of her eyes as she heard the all to familiar voice of one other man that rubbed her the wrong way besides Maahes. It was Arkanis and making it well known he was enjoying his position of power. How badly did Danae want to remind him it was temparary and shove an arrow up his arse to enforce? Pretty damn bad...but she would not give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his yelling. Instead, she laid still and greeted her teeth as each stitch was carefully made by the healers hands. Her face twisted a time or two to give proof of the pain felt but pushed it aside and beared through it like the hard arse she was. Crying or making noises would not help, never has and never would. When Aislin moved to reach for the bandages, Danae sat up as so the woman could better wrap her. The Grecian woman nodding as Aislin told her what to expect, what to do and suggested taking more time off from any strenuous activities. "Yes... many tell me to do nothing to further mark my skin...to flaw it. I ignore it all the same. I am what I am and if they do not respect me or accept me for it,that's their loss not mine." Danae looked to the healer and nodded. "And I promise.. I will do as instructed. I do not wish to come here again for the same reasons as today." When Aislin was done and moved away, Danae stood and began to pull the tunic back over the badly scarred torso. Both front and back showed signs of the many things this woman had endured and would continue to endure as long as there was breath in her. Tunic was at the mid-drift when door was open and she turned to glare at whatever face stood there. Seeing the the Healer saw to it herself, Danae relaxed and awaited any further instructions, or to be given anything to take or apply to her already healing body.
Arkanis- Ark heard the woman yell back at him and a smirk appeared on those lips. Good, at least that meant Danae had heard it. Hearing the voice of that pirate he nodded, "I remember those days very vividly." Ark turned to face him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "How long ago was that? A month? Maybe three weeks ago?" Ark knew damn well that Perry was still in hot water with the general and others within Avaria, but he didn't see any harm from the man. Ark stepped away from the door a bit already completeing his task of annoying the hell out of Danae. Too bad she wasn't in fighting condition so they could finish each other off right here and there. Ark took a few steps towards the exit before hearing that door open and he stopped and smirked turning to face the door. "Well lady of the hall, how is my dear friend Danae? I have been worried sick about her!", pouty face was so played out on his sarcasim. Body fully turned allowing him to take steps towards the room once more so he could position himself just right to look into the gaze of Danae. A wince was given at her condition and he shook his head, "Damn woman... you must be slipping to allow anyone to beat on you like that other than me." The twin swords at his sides would be gripped softly alloting his thumbs to drum apon the elaberate ivory white and blue handles. Oh how he awaited for her to get well. Sure Brennah had managed to calm his spirits steadily, but it would still take time for her to completely sooth the beast within Arkanis. The man's heart seemed to beat to a different melody, but mostly only around her and select few. A cruel and evil beat. He stood there just begging for a remark from her. Something to add fuel to his fire of hatred and unrest.
Peregrin Shakye- As the door swung open all he could hear in his mind was, 'Oh Jesus Lord I've died and gone to heaven.' The healer's words boomed as he decided to make that two flowers. Silence passed over him as Ark spoke about Danae's condition, and every bit of cheer swept out like the tide from the pirate's features. Suddenly he had lost his confidence, and decided a moment to just linger before the door. Perhaps his visit would have to wait, he felt as if he were at sea and the land was all that was below. Ashamed eyes passed back to the healer as Ark passed and he suddenly felt a little foolish standing there looking like a Samurai holding two flowers. Like puppy love waiting below the window, a Romeo waiting for Juliet, his lips would only half curl into a brief smile at the woman. "Evening, I think I'm lost, is this the Library?" Lies told as he let his hands fall back and clasp behind his back, hiding the contents behind his back.
Aislin Creed-Aislin was a master at hiding facial expressions and like a switch being flicked, the emotions of any hint of anger were gone. Of course she did not trust the man known as Ark, but that did not matter. If he stayed on his side of the door, she would stay on her own. Moving from the bowl, she used a dry cloth to stroke the naked blade and clean it of the water before placing it pack within it's holder that was strapped to her outer thighs. "Ye have eyes. Ah'll nay speak the obvious." her words may have been that of a smart ass but her tone was flat, undetached from the emotion that should have followed. It was the blunt truth, be it he was making a joke or not. Moving back to the table a clear vile was picked up with green ointment in the contents. The same she had given Aman-ud-Din. "Here..this be good for the wounds. Spread them with care among the stiches. It will prevent them from tightening and slicing through ye skin. It will smell oddly to the nose at first but once it dries, it will smell no more. Ye may go." Ocean eyes moved to thre blond male that stood just beyond the door before passing only a glance to Ark and then looking to Danae, keeping Ark within eye sight. "Do as ye see fit..ah give ye what ye need to know to heal."
Danae Galanos-Danae watched as she glanced down and then back to the door, first seeing Arkanis and then a brief flash of wheat colored hair. Pale blue eyes peered past Aislin's form for a moment to look a little closer. Then she heard his voice, it was Peregrin and a slight smile tugged at her lips. She looked back to Aislin and accepted the vile she offered. Taking it in hand she lifted it and nodded. "Thank you for seeing to me and for the salve." Then Danae would exit the room and Merick straightened his stance. Hands moved to brush down the blood stained tunic that bunched up and exposed some of the bandaged abdomen as she walked past Arkanis and not even bothering to look his way. She paused at the doors and turned to see if Peregrin was following, she wanted to talk to him when chance was given.
Peregrin Shakye-He would peek around the few that blocked his view to grin at her. "Mon Dieu!" He would act surprised, dark cobalt blue eyes alive again. "Ma colobe..Imagine seeing you here." There his heart started again, just the sight brought him back to earth and back to life. The Pirate would extend a hand for her ready to follow wherever she would want to go. This was his last night on the Isle, and knew very well that perhaps it would be his last. Her form was taken in with one sly sweep of his gaze; stunning as always. So follow the leader it was, and how happy he was to play the game. However, true to his character Peregrin would look the healer over and pass her a careless wink before stepping out into the night.
Aislin Creed-When the male said nothing more to her, she moved about the room, gathering the cloth that held the stitches within them before heading towards the fire and casting the cloth and all into it. With a small growth of the fire, the items was destroyed. Nothing more was said from the healer as she gathered everything else to place it at the door outside the room so a passing by healer could grab it. A curt nod was given to Danae as the gentlemen escorted her away. Aislin did not msised that wink from the male with blond hair but all he would get in response was a perk of her full brow before she headed for her office to finish her writings.
Danae Galanos- Merick and Danae had left the campsite on the shores where the Avarian warriors were stationed. White tents of many all decorated with charms and other things to show signs of how these people were. Danae had only been in Skye for a short time and had met very few people thus far. However, that would change today she was sure of as she and Merick made their way into a side entrace of what looked to be the gardens for the infirmary. She had been informed that the Healer would most likely be found here and if not then to try the halls afterwards. Her cream white tunic decorated in many splotches of blood and the tunic clung to a damp body. The High Ranger of Avaria had pushed to hard to soon it seemed and most likely undid some of the stitching handiwork of a Pirate. Pain was of course felt but the woman would never really let on to others she was feeling such. Her dark features setting her aside from many anywhere she went nearly and always drew attention. She smirked to Merick several times on the way here with some of the looks she had got and though it would bother most, Danae found amusement in it. Once inside, she slowed and wild pale blue eyes gazed about in search of the one they called Head Physician.
Aman-ud-Din of Pern-Good news, predictable news; he had survived twenty-four hours of no sleeping, which had been rather difficult considering the stitched gash on his head made him all the more drowsy. Thankfully, he made up the sleep that had been lost a few days ago, and was now well rested and walking without threats of blacking out for a moment. It was now late in the afternoon, and Aman-ud-Din had an appointment with Aislin for a much needed walk in the gardens. Tahirah remained in their new home with the three hounds, already drawing and writing in her new book. A new ointment she had crafted, one that would help minimize scaring, which Aman-ud-Din did not care too much about, however, if Aislin insisted on it, well then he would take whatever if was that she had to prescribe. The vile was taken from her hands, and the tall Arab glanced over it. He chuckled softly. "Well, you are the healer here, and I trust you. You would know more about this than I. My head still aches, but not quite as badly as it had been." He replied, tucking the vile into the folds of his black sash around his waist. "How long should I keep the bandage around my head?" He inquired, motioning to the bandaged wrapped around his head.
Aislin Creed-Aislin had learned to always be looking about her no matter where her attention ran. It was how she could hear the footsteps of the lady Duchess before she came into view, or how she had been able to see the woman of a different culture, or so Aislin assumed due to the way she appeared in skin and features. Not like the others she knew, well more like Padma or Aman-ud-Din then anything else. Eyes drifted back to Aman-ud-Din as she saw him pointing to his head and smiled. " For another day, then remove it and let the air get to it to dry it out. We do nay want it to begin to puss." Always blunt and straight forward, she had the worst bedside manners ever because she said things plainly, never sugar coating them for others. They needed the truth and Aislin would give them such. Eyes drifted back to see Bess, for she was not so hard to miss. "Evening Bess." It was hard to greet the duchess in a formal fashion and Aislin had given up trying. When eyes turned back to the entrance, she spoke out the the two that were moving towards them. "Evening. Ye be going in the wrong direction." dressed in men's attires, had she not said much and kept her head low, she could have passed off as a boy. Her husband had called her such in war, not knowing otherwise and he slept with her often enough to know her body structure. Moving from Aman-ud-Din, she assumed he would follow her as she took the few steps to meet the other two. "Who be ye and what has brought ye here to the infirmary?" If it were more serious, then they would not have come to her and would not have been walking. The calm and slightly detached demeanor was given as she looked back and forth between the two.
Danae Galanos-Danae and Merick continued to walk and look about as they both heard steps behhind them. Danae would glance over her shoulder to see a golden blond, nudging Merick to side step and make room to let the Lady pass. Both would move aside and allowed her to do such only to follow and then head in the direction to where two others were spotted. The voice and words it said were heard and Merick glanced to his Commander with a questionable gaze. The High Ranger gave a shrug and called back. "Evening... I was told this is where I could find the Healer called Aislin." The Grecian woman then stopped as the distance between she, Merick and the others were closed. Merick pointed to the tunic of Danae. " I believe she's busted a few stitches open... she's bleeding again in several places." Danae rolled her eyes at Merick, making it sound as if it was so terrible. She smirked and he caught sight of it, giving her a look in return as if to say 'what?' but no words expressed. The pale blue eyes settled back on those before here. "If we are in the wrong place... please direct us to the correct one?" She politely and respectfully asked. They were on foreign lands and Danae was always one to show such manners. It made things easier for everyone, at least that's how she was taught and knew from expirence.
Beathag Aberdeen-Unbound strands of gold fell to the mid point of her brown leather, vest clad back. Doe-skin skirt was brushed with absent fingers flicking at pieces of dandelion. "G'eve Aislin, Aman-un-Din. How be ye both, Ah trust e'eryone is well put taegether?" Turning over her shoulder, she gave a nod of her head to the people who were of yet unknown. The reason for their presence would be learned soon enough if she but settled to being an observer in the background. The sun was dipping toward the Western line, bringing out the light carriers to gather the oil, tinder, and flint needed to catch lanterns and torches. "Nay, ye aren't in the wrong place. This beh the Infirmary n' Lady Aislin is the Court Physician , thus head here. Wot is ye name, who shall the lady beh treatin?" An answer was given and Aislin's question was echoed a bit, but it was a point of interest that wanted to be found out. Turas Lan was a large principal city, and Skye a large territory, but Beathag made it a point to know as many who came into it as possible
Aman-ud-Din of Pern- After tucking the vile away, chocolate eyes glanced about, hearing the sounds of other footfalls. Of course, little sounds still tapped at his head and caused a bit of ache, but he learned to ignore the pain and shrug it off. Eyes turned back to Aislin for a moment, listening to the instruction of keeping the bandage on for another day. He expected such, and nodded lightly. "Then for another day it shall remain." He replied, before the lofty Arab turned to the newest arrivals, following the healer Aislin. Aman-ud-Din dipped his bearded chin to Bess reverently, respectfully, before lifting his eyes to the woman of blonde hair. "Good afternoon, Lady Bess. Indeed, still in one piece thanks to the skilled hands of Aislin." Smiling a bit, his eyes turned then to the two strangers, and a soft nod in acknowledgement was given. Well, it seemed like the question in his mind were already adressed by both Aislin and Bess. So he remained silent and listened
Aislin Creed- Aislin listened first and foremost, waiting for a answer from all ends before replying. Before anything more could be said, Bess spoke and did not give a hint that Aislin was standing right there it seemed. In truth, Aislin did not care about names. That was the least of her worries. Eyes drifted to Aman-ud-Din as he said he would keep it on another day. It was his own risk to follow or not, Aislin was not a mother to all. She gave the information and it was up to them if they wished to follow or not. Was there a repeat of her name about ot was that just her? For a moment she perked one full brow high up over her left ocean eyes and then lowered it for a moment. Hm. " Ah can see that she bleeds, but thank ye for telling me of the stitches. They should nay take long. Come..ah be Aislin. Follow after me." Aislin did not think to ask if they needed assistance. Many men were full of so much pride that after a while she simply stopped asking. Moving to the large oak double doors, she pressed them open and lead the way. The hall was grand indeed, spreading out as long as a church. Cots were set along each side and through the middle, well organized as healers moved back and forth with all kind of items in their hands. Peasants were giving extra coin to come and stay for all times of the day, washing the floors every hour so that it always remained clean and cut back on germs that came from other's blood or illness seeping out. Aislin did not seem phased by the soft screamed of people who had crushed their limbs by accident or slices themselves as healers cleaned them and tried to fix them. She continued to walk in that confident pace until she reached the far end of the hall where the rooms were held to the right wing. The smell of medicine filled the air, along with blood and soap that was used to clean everything down after each person was helped. "Since ye be female and yer wounds be upon yer chest, ah shall give ye a room for me to examine ye in. Do ye wish to be looked at in private or do ye have no modesty and wish for ye friend to join?"
Danae Galanos- Danae and Merick both caught the nod from the golden haired woman and gave one in return. The leader of the ranger division would listen as the woman answered her question and both were relieved. "I see ... and thank you." She met the woman's gaze and smiled as she answered the question. " I am Danae Galanos, Commader of the Ranger divison of Avaria. This is Merick my right hand man." Danae's ice blue eyes looked to the man and would nod back in acknowledgement, Merick did the same. " And your welcome M'lady." Merick said to the woman when she made it clear she saw the situation as it unfolded. Merick was a respectful man, not as prideful as others and Danae was the same. In fact, Danae made it appoint that all the men under her command were treat others with respect at all times unless reason was given to not do so. If any did not do as instructed, well they would reap the punishment for it. Danae was a woman that knew the actions of her men reflected on not just themselves but her as well and she would not have her men acting anything less than what was expected. The Grecian woman looked to Aislin as it was made clear this was the one she needed to see. Both would follow, but only after nods were given to the others as they departed. Not knowing is the two would follow or not. Danae did not mind and when Aislin asked if she wished to be seen alone or is Merick was permitted entry, the Grecian warrior would give her reply. " I am his Commander, he is a warrior like me and therefor I do not care. I leave it to his discretian." Merick gave a shake of his head. "No.. I'll stand outside...here I will wait."
Aman-ud-Din of Pern- When it came to wounds and abrasions of the flesh, Aman-ud-Din only new the bare basics,but Aislin knew details, things that he did not know. It would be in his best interest to heed her warnings and advice instead of being stubborn and pretend to know what he was doing. It was apparent that the woman was in need of Aislin's skills, which Aman-ud-Din had no business in. Nodding to Aislin, his eyes watched the trio head back into the infimary. Well, he would resume his pleasant time in the gardens. He turned to Bess, and smiled. "Thank you again for your help, Bess."
Aislin Creed- Aislin was not the best with titles. She always forgot to give her own and truly found it unimportant. After having been a peasant for so long, she ignored most titles unless it was for a greater cause. The fact that the woman was from Avaria meant no more then the fact that the woman was a human to Aislin. Aislin said not another word to the 'thanks' and 'welcomes' moved about as she waited for the two to speak on what they wanted to do. Aislin had no modesty at all. It was only human flesh, used to create more humans if people choose such. Shame could not even be taken in scars that others might have. "Very well. If ye would like a seat, ask one of the passing by women or men wearing the robes of browns and whites." opening the door, she waved for Danae to move in and waited until she brought up the rear. A small fire was always kept lit and watched within each room of stone. A cot rested along the far wall placed just under the window while the shudders remained open to allow the breeze to come in and keep the air moving so it did not smell and could be cleaned in the form of air. Water had already been waiting to be placed on the fire and Aislin moved her tall frame towards it to make sure it would start warming. "Remove ye tunic. How old be ye stitches and what type of material did ye use to do them or did the healer use to do them? What caused the wounds within ye skin and have ye noticed a smell from them or nay? Ah'll also need to know how deep they were upon receiving them. All this is useful in the matters of healing so do nay be coy with details. Ah have heard it all." While Aislin's words may have seemed harsh, arrogant or too blunt, her tone was always kept the same. A eerie calm and a hint of detachment. She had no use for emotions when it came to healing, so why bother to fake such if they were not needed.
Danae Galanos- Danae waited for Aislin to lead the rest of the way and Merick simply nodded to the womans words. The Grecian woman stepped inside, moved to the center of the room and awaited instructions. Within moments, request and questions were made and asked. Without any hesitation Danae removed her tunic to reveal the tattered banner of copper skin that was heavily decorated with scars and wounds of all sorts. Most were from battled and wars, taking hits for herself and others. "Spear heads on a exotic isle... many as you can see. I do not know what was used to stitch me up nor how deep they go." She paused a moment and shook her head. " No... no smells and the stitches are about a week old?" Danae was just as straight forward with Aislin as she was with her. Aislin was the healer and Danae was the patient. She respected the woman with being so blunt about things, that's how Danae preffered it.
Arkanis-Slight breeze blew that cloak a bit while he stood outside of the infirmary. Sigh pressed out from those lips while gloved hand gripped the shoulder of his cloak and ripped it away. "No need for this...", Ark held it up to his eyes for a quick view then tossed it aside in the wind. The two swords remained at his side and a few cuts in his light leather armor were visible. Where the hell had he been? No matter. Something he had to do by himself. Ark moved up to the doors and walked inside. Footsteps remained silent, but only from habit. Word had reached him that Danae had returned and he knew now that his pot must be given up now that she was back. Oh well. It was at least fun while it lasted. He moved inside and leaned against the wall and moved those arms across his chest simply waiting. For news that he was once again not needed.
Aislin Creed-Aislin closed the door and latched it before Danae could remove the tunic and expose herself to any who may be passing by. Answers came without hesitation and already Aislin was sighing a bit in relief. She hated to repeat herself and it only slowed down the process of healing. Scars were a sign of honor, not a sign of shame. Moving closer, she reached at her left thigh to pull out the small dagger from it's black leather sheath and looked over the stitches with a close eye. "Spears, can go past the muscle, so it could have been a deep wound..even..fatal. Ye be very lucky." Words were said slowly as she ignored looking to that which made a female , female. She had no use to goggle at things she had. Those she could see had torn, were already allowingt he wound to reopen and stretch them, showing the raw muscle and skin tissue found within. Slender fingers reached towards her bare body and paused. "Lay upon the cot please." once Danae did as asked, she moved her fingers to her flesh, cool to warm as she began the fast process of slicing away the materials. Cloth by the looks of it. "Here I use cleansed horse hair. It is stronger and does tear so fast. If ye keep doing activities that will continue to tear them, ye will find that the horse hair will slice ye skin before ripping. Something to remember the next time ye tear yer stitches aye." Each stitches was placed on the table near by so she could burn them later. the wounds were wiped with a dry cloth before she leaned clsoer to sniff each wound. It was a old technique, but one that was affective. Just because Danae said that the wounds did not smell, it meant little. She could have gotten use to such over time. "Ye have no infection so ah will nay pour any liquor in ye wounds. Do ye wish to have any to drink?" healer moved about within the great hall and every time someone cam in they would ask what illed them and if they were in need of assistance. The male with the two swords at his side would be asked much the same.
Danae Galanos- Danae stood still as Aislin began to inspect the stitches Peregrin had done, Healers of Avaria had did others. The copper skinned woman was not ashamed of her scars and would were them proudly. For it meant this woman had done more good while receiving them than bad if she had tried to avoid such. When it came to modesty, Danae was like Aislin she had none really. When the healer instructed her to lay on the cot, without hesitation she did just that. Arms were placed behind her head as so the woman could see any and all that needed tending to. " Everyone keeps telling me that...that I was lucky. I know this because from what I was told, there was quite a bit of blood loss. I had fever for days. And as far as I know, the spears were not poisoned. I can not tell you what was given to me for pain or otherwise..." Danae offered any information that would help Aislin see to things as needed. No sense in trying to be prideful or be someone she wasn't. It only made you look foolish to others and served no good purpose. "No.. no drink is needed.. I will handle it." She said in reponse."
Arkanis-Ears perked at the sound of Danae's voice. Snarl came from those lips and he just huffed once more. Head turned away from the room before he just growled kicking up off the wall and walked silently towards the room and saw the guard. Well the man was in the rangers and right now Ark was the commander. He simply nodded to the man and then knocked on the door. "Open up. This is the Commander of the Rangers.", Ark smirked silently knowing that would grab the attention of the proud Greek woman.
Peregrin Shakye- It didn't take much to please this Pirate, his passive mind finding many reasons to be aloft in the world tonight. Though perhaps some could say he had alternative motives for finding the infirmary. Whistles of a sea ballad passed down the stone paths and into the night like a lover's whisper into the flesh of a warm embrace. Yeah he was poetic huh? The tune was cheerful despite the departure he was to take in the coming hours. A once careless form slipped behind the mask of duty and even his rouge attire was tossed aside. Armor like the scales of dragons outlined his body stolen from an Asian ship no doubt. The deep green outlined in the darkest of reds seemed to add a whole new dynamic to a once outlaw of Avaria. "Commander of the Rangers huh?" His voice sounded at the back of Arkanis and he could only help but grin, "Movin' up huh? Last I heard we were to be hung by our toes." A pat to his back as his a nearby flower patch caught his eye. Pluck. Couldn't be caught unprepared now could he?
Aislin Creed- Hm. It was something that most would ponder. Aislin did not truly care as long as the woman still stood with little after affects. "They tell ye to remind ye that ye are mortal ah assume. Perhaps to turn ye away from yer adventures. Listen to them nay." and so she began. Lacing the horse hair through the needle, she waited until Danae was comfortable before she began a fine threading through the flesh, careful to not use old holes and sadly needing to make new ones that extended farther from the wound area so that she would have a strong hold. Were most used a series of up and down stitches, Aislin used a criss crossing method, one that made it stronger in the end. "In four weeks time ye should be able to remove, depending on how deep the wounds were. Also depending on how many more times ye rip them. Ah would suggest giving yeself a week or two longer before going back to brutal exercises or use of the bow. It will strain the muscles on the chest, stomach and even back and shoulders. Many people do nay know they use all the muscles, including that in their legs when using the bow. Ah am sure ye know such though. "Just as she was finishing the last wound, the pounding the the heavy wooden door echoed through the room. Ocean eyes glanced over her shoulder to stare at the solid object before she looked back and finished the job at her own steady pace. "YE WILL BE WAITING. AH CARE NAY OF TITLES HERE." She called out. This was her domain and they would have to get patience if they wished to be inside. Once she was done, she moved to wash her hands in the hot water, hissing for a moment as they turned her flesh red before dipping a cloth inside and the moving back to Danae to wipe her clean of the extra blood that now seeped out. Gathering the wraps of thin cloth, she began to weave them around Danae's chest, back, stomach, shoulders and then secured it with a pin. One done, she rose and moved to clean her dagger in the hot water. When Danae was finished and no doubt move to open the door, Aislin looked up to see him. Unlike others..her muscles did not stiffen, for she was generally calm. Still she made sure to keep cleaning that dagger, for should he step too close, he would not be standing for too long. She had promised Maahes such. Other then a glance, no stare was given as she looked back to her task at hand.
Danae Galanos-Danae gave a roll of her eyes as she heard the all to familiar voice of one other man that rubbed her the wrong way besides Maahes. It was Arkanis and making it well known he was enjoying his position of power. How badly did Danae want to remind him it was temparary and shove an arrow up his arse to enforce? Pretty damn bad...but she would not give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his yelling. Instead, she laid still and greeted her teeth as each stitch was carefully made by the healers hands. Her face twisted a time or two to give proof of the pain felt but pushed it aside and beared through it like the hard arse she was. Crying or making noises would not help, never has and never would. When Aislin moved to reach for the bandages, Danae sat up as so the woman could better wrap her. The Grecian woman nodding as Aislin told her what to expect, what to do and suggested taking more time off from any strenuous activities. "Yes... many tell me to do nothing to further mark my skin...to flaw it. I ignore it all the same. I am what I am and if they do not respect me or accept me for it,that's their loss not mine." Danae looked to the healer and nodded. "And I promise.. I will do as instructed. I do not wish to come here again for the same reasons as today." When Aislin was done and moved away, Danae stood and began to pull the tunic back over the badly scarred torso. Both front and back showed signs of the many things this woman had endured and would continue to endure as long as there was breath in her. Tunic was at the mid-drift when door was open and she turned to glare at whatever face stood there. Seeing the the Healer saw to it herself, Danae relaxed and awaited any further instructions, or to be given anything to take or apply to her already healing body.
Arkanis- Ark heard the woman yell back at him and a smirk appeared on those lips. Good, at least that meant Danae had heard it. Hearing the voice of that pirate he nodded, "I remember those days very vividly." Ark turned to face him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "How long ago was that? A month? Maybe three weeks ago?" Ark knew damn well that Perry was still in hot water with the general and others within Avaria, but he didn't see any harm from the man. Ark stepped away from the door a bit already completeing his task of annoying the hell out of Danae. Too bad she wasn't in fighting condition so they could finish each other off right here and there. Ark took a few steps towards the exit before hearing that door open and he stopped and smirked turning to face the door. "Well lady of the hall, how is my dear friend Danae? I have been worried sick about her!", pouty face was so played out on his sarcasim. Body fully turned allowing him to take steps towards the room once more so he could position himself just right to look into the gaze of Danae. A wince was given at her condition and he shook his head, "Damn woman... you must be slipping to allow anyone to beat on you like that other than me." The twin swords at his sides would be gripped softly alloting his thumbs to drum apon the elaberate ivory white and blue handles. Oh how he awaited for her to get well. Sure Brennah had managed to calm his spirits steadily, but it would still take time for her to completely sooth the beast within Arkanis. The man's heart seemed to beat to a different melody, but mostly only around her and select few. A cruel and evil beat. He stood there just begging for a remark from her. Something to add fuel to his fire of hatred and unrest.
Peregrin Shakye- As the door swung open all he could hear in his mind was, 'Oh Jesus Lord I've died and gone to heaven.' The healer's words boomed as he decided to make that two flowers. Silence passed over him as Ark spoke about Danae's condition, and every bit of cheer swept out like the tide from the pirate's features. Suddenly he had lost his confidence, and decided a moment to just linger before the door. Perhaps his visit would have to wait, he felt as if he were at sea and the land was all that was below. Ashamed eyes passed back to the healer as Ark passed and he suddenly felt a little foolish standing there looking like a Samurai holding two flowers. Like puppy love waiting below the window, a Romeo waiting for Juliet, his lips would only half curl into a brief smile at the woman. "Evening, I think I'm lost, is this the Library?" Lies told as he let his hands fall back and clasp behind his back, hiding the contents behind his back.
Aislin Creed-Aislin was a master at hiding facial expressions and like a switch being flicked, the emotions of any hint of anger were gone. Of course she did not trust the man known as Ark, but that did not matter. If he stayed on his side of the door, she would stay on her own. Moving from the bowl, she used a dry cloth to stroke the naked blade and clean it of the water before placing it pack within it's holder that was strapped to her outer thighs. "Ye have eyes. Ah'll nay speak the obvious." her words may have been that of a smart ass but her tone was flat, undetached from the emotion that should have followed. It was the blunt truth, be it he was making a joke or not. Moving back to the table a clear vile was picked up with green ointment in the contents. The same she had given Aman-ud-Din. "Here..this be good for the wounds. Spread them with care among the stiches. It will prevent them from tightening and slicing through ye skin. It will smell oddly to the nose at first but once it dries, it will smell no more. Ye may go." Ocean eyes moved to thre blond male that stood just beyond the door before passing only a glance to Ark and then looking to Danae, keeping Ark within eye sight. "Do as ye see fit..ah give ye what ye need to know to heal."
Danae Galanos-Danae watched as she glanced down and then back to the door, first seeing Arkanis and then a brief flash of wheat colored hair. Pale blue eyes peered past Aislin's form for a moment to look a little closer. Then she heard his voice, it was Peregrin and a slight smile tugged at her lips. She looked back to Aislin and accepted the vile she offered. Taking it in hand she lifted it and nodded. "Thank you for seeing to me and for the salve." Then Danae would exit the room and Merick straightened his stance. Hands moved to brush down the blood stained tunic that bunched up and exposed some of the bandaged abdomen as she walked past Arkanis and not even bothering to look his way. She paused at the doors and turned to see if Peregrin was following, she wanted to talk to him when chance was given.
Peregrin Shakye-He would peek around the few that blocked his view to grin at her. "Mon Dieu!" He would act surprised, dark cobalt blue eyes alive again. "Ma colobe..Imagine seeing you here." There his heart started again, just the sight brought him back to earth and back to life. The Pirate would extend a hand for her ready to follow wherever she would want to go. This was his last night on the Isle, and knew very well that perhaps it would be his last. Her form was taken in with one sly sweep of his gaze; stunning as always. So follow the leader it was, and how happy he was to play the game. However, true to his character Peregrin would look the healer over and pass her a careless wink before stepping out into the night.
Aislin Creed-When the male said nothing more to her, she moved about the room, gathering the cloth that held the stitches within them before heading towards the fire and casting the cloth and all into it. With a small growth of the fire, the items was destroyed. Nothing more was said from the healer as she gathered everything else to place it at the door outside the room so a passing by healer could grab it. A curt nod was given to Danae as the gentlemen escorted her away. Aislin did not msised that wink from the male with blond hair but all he would get in response was a perk of her full brow before she headed for her office to finish her writings.
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