Healer|Raynham, Reave
Oct 22, 2006 21:31:28 GMT -5
Post by bartimaeus on Oct 22, 2006 21:31:28 GMT -5
Sara wakes up with a yawn. Sliding around so her feet are out from under the blankets and poised to stand her up, she gives a long stretch. Sunlight filters in through the curtains of her small bedroom window. A few seconds of staring blankly at the window Sara finally manages to persuade herself to get up and open the curtains.
Blinding herself as she opens them it takes a few minutes for Sara to see clearly. Outside the weather shines happily. Birds chatter and the small waves lapping the shore of the great river creates a soothing atmosphere. Sara was highly tempted to climb back into bed. But she has a patient to attend to.
Sara walks out of her bedroom and enters the small lounge that makes for the largest portion of her small mud brick cottage. Three doors surround the lounge. One leading into a small kitchen filled with nothing but a bench and washing tub. The other led outside. Sara heads for the kitchen door. Upon entering a loud screeching greets her.
"Hello youngling" Sara smiles as she greets the small hawk. "How is our wing this morning hmm?" Sara opens the small cage door to bring out the hawk. Generally most people avoid sticking their hands near a sharp beak of an angry bird. But Sara seemed to have a natural calming aura about her. The hawk quieted down as soon as her hand came close.
Sara brings the small bird out and gently lifts out the wing. Sara wobbles her arm slightly to unbalance the hawk. The wing starts to flap to regain balance, showing Sara that the little bird was about to fly again. 'I'd give it tonight and then tomorrow morning it's time for you to leave your second nest this year.' she tells herself. Every sending off was sad, but the feeling she got when she saw them fly off was always a good one. Most of the time she would see them again anyway, some couldn’t help but come and share an acorn, or in the cases of hawks a bloodied mouse or two.
Placing the patient back into the cage to rest Sara locks the cage door, more for her house than the bird, and begins to go about making breakfast. Sara was beginning to think that all she would ever see are hurt animals that needed healing. But then that was the choice she made separating herself from the city. Still the occasional traveller would come knocking on her door. 'Best in your class and this is what you do to yourself.' she scolds herself. The sounds from outside waft in through the open window next to her. All thoughts of moving back to the city vanish and a sense of peace fills Sara.
After her breakfast Sara heads outside. Next to her small cottage is what looks like a vegetable garden. Some of the things growing in the garden were vegetables, but most were certain herbs and ferns that were needed for healing. They generally came in when her power stopped helping. Sara's power abilities were extremely strong in healing. If she was using them for combat though, she was better off running. Still Sara had never been in a fight her entire life.
Weeds greet her with what could almost be described as malicious grins. It didn't matter how many times she pulled them out, for every one she pulled three were there the next day. Or that's how it seemed. Sighing at the infuriating plants Sara kneels down in the garden and begins to pull.
Blinding herself as she opens them it takes a few minutes for Sara to see clearly. Outside the weather shines happily. Birds chatter and the small waves lapping the shore of the great river creates a soothing atmosphere. Sara was highly tempted to climb back into bed. But she has a patient to attend to.
Sara walks out of her bedroom and enters the small lounge that makes for the largest portion of her small mud brick cottage. Three doors surround the lounge. One leading into a small kitchen filled with nothing but a bench and washing tub. The other led outside. Sara heads for the kitchen door. Upon entering a loud screeching greets her.
"Hello youngling" Sara smiles as she greets the small hawk. "How is our wing this morning hmm?" Sara opens the small cage door to bring out the hawk. Generally most people avoid sticking their hands near a sharp beak of an angry bird. But Sara seemed to have a natural calming aura about her. The hawk quieted down as soon as her hand came close.
Sara brings the small bird out and gently lifts out the wing. Sara wobbles her arm slightly to unbalance the hawk. The wing starts to flap to regain balance, showing Sara that the little bird was about to fly again. 'I'd give it tonight and then tomorrow morning it's time for you to leave your second nest this year.' she tells herself. Every sending off was sad, but the feeling she got when she saw them fly off was always a good one. Most of the time she would see them again anyway, some couldn’t help but come and share an acorn, or in the cases of hawks a bloodied mouse or two.
Placing the patient back into the cage to rest Sara locks the cage door, more for her house than the bird, and begins to go about making breakfast. Sara was beginning to think that all she would ever see are hurt animals that needed healing. But then that was the choice she made separating herself from the city. Still the occasional traveller would come knocking on her door. 'Best in your class and this is what you do to yourself.' she scolds herself. The sounds from outside waft in through the open window next to her. All thoughts of moving back to the city vanish and a sense of peace fills Sara.
After her breakfast Sara heads outside. Next to her small cottage is what looks like a vegetable garden. Some of the things growing in the garden were vegetables, but most were certain herbs and ferns that were needed for healing. They generally came in when her power stopped helping. Sara's power abilities were extremely strong in healing. If she was using them for combat though, she was better off running. Still Sara had never been in a fight her entire life.
Weeds greet her with what could almost be described as malicious grins. It didn't matter how many times she pulled them out, for every one she pulled three were there the next day. Or that's how it seemed. Sighing at the infuriating plants Sara kneels down in the garden and begins to pull.