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31.Mar.12, 11:39 AM
Breccan had no idea what was going on. It was late, but she had been swimming, burning off her frustration in physical activity. She had been doing this so often lately she was moderately concerned about doing herself some damage, but so far she simply felt healthy, active. It hardly helped much when she wasn't swimming, but she did like the newly-defined muscles in her arms and shoulders. She supposed that was her silver lining, but her present attitude invited silver linings to go for a swim in wherry-crap. Yeah.
The dragons were screaming, and she wasted no time in returning to shore and pulling clothes onto her wet body, making a face unconsciously at the feeling. Tugging her long hair out of the back of the shirt, she jogged towards the Healing Hall, trying to ignore how uncomfortable she'd be as she dried in her clothing, sand and salt and all, and trying to ignore how similar this feeling was to the Hatching day, when she'd similarly been out-swimming her confusion. With a sardonic twist to her thoughts, she hoped that wasn't an omen. If whatever was happening went as badly as the Hatching had, someone was going to die.
The Healing Hall was a flurry of activity, and she burst in just in time to hear Talian roaring orders. Surprise brought her to a complete halt for a moment, staring at a stranger that wore the same face as the diffident Healer she knew. She felt a quick tingle of something uncertain that might have been attraction, startled by his transformation but not really shocked. Many Healers could do that, slip into a focus that blocked out all else, including, for Talian it seemed, personal insecurities. Her eyes snapped to the table, where a limp body was being put down, but she didn't recognize the girl until a moment later, when Talian opened a glow. It was Jada.
A roil of emotions struck her, and she was a little ashamed to find one of them was bright joy. Hadn't this been what she hoped for, the new Queenling pair dying young so that she could Impress Gold and take the rank she needed? Perhaps she would get her wish, but right now, with dragons screaming their terror outside, she doubted she'd be happy about it. Setting her personal feelings about the girl aside as best as she could, she stepped forward, claiming her own pair of gloves. Slipping the thin skin over her own was like stepping into another world. Suddenly it didn't matter who was on the table. Breccan was a mess somewhere, trying to sort through what to do and how to feel, but this wasn't Breccan. This was simply someone with a job in front of them, and the job was the most important.
She stepped unobtrusively to Talian's elbow. "Where do you want me?" she asked quietly, grey eyes flicking up to his. Oddly, she was comfortable deferring to him. Perhaps it was his greater expertise, or simply because she had a healthy level of personal respect for him, but regardless, she found it more natural to work for him than she'd ever felt working beneath the Masters at Healer. Her eyes left him to scan the unconscious form, not a person but a task to complete. Breccan might be worthless in the realm of emotion, but she knew well the cold motivation to finish. Here her competitive streak was nothing but an asset, a drive to do everything to the utmost of her personal ability, and then some. Things were simpler in an emergency, cool and distant, untainted by the confusing muddle of feelings.
Really, she should have gone in for trauma work herself. Who knew she'd find such peace?
The dragons were screaming, and she wasted no time in returning to shore and pulling clothes onto her wet body, making a face unconsciously at the feeling. Tugging her long hair out of the back of the shirt, she jogged towards the Healing Hall, trying to ignore how uncomfortable she'd be as she dried in her clothing, sand and salt and all, and trying to ignore how similar this feeling was to the Hatching day, when she'd similarly been out-swimming her confusion. With a sardonic twist to her thoughts, she hoped that wasn't an omen. If whatever was happening went as badly as the Hatching had, someone was going to die.
The Healing Hall was a flurry of activity, and she burst in just in time to hear Talian roaring orders. Surprise brought her to a complete halt for a moment, staring at a stranger that wore the same face as the diffident Healer she knew. She felt a quick tingle of something uncertain that might have been attraction, startled by his transformation but not really shocked. Many Healers could do that, slip into a focus that blocked out all else, including, for Talian it seemed, personal insecurities. Her eyes snapped to the table, where a limp body was being put down, but she didn't recognize the girl until a moment later, when Talian opened a glow. It was Jada.
A roil of emotions struck her, and she was a little ashamed to find one of them was bright joy. Hadn't this been what she hoped for, the new Queenling pair dying young so that she could Impress Gold and take the rank she needed? Perhaps she would get her wish, but right now, with dragons screaming their terror outside, she doubted she'd be happy about it. Setting her personal feelings about the girl aside as best as she could, she stepped forward, claiming her own pair of gloves. Slipping the thin skin over her own was like stepping into another world. Suddenly it didn't matter who was on the table. Breccan was a mess somewhere, trying to sort through what to do and how to feel, but this wasn't Breccan. This was simply someone with a job in front of them, and the job was the most important.
She stepped unobtrusively to Talian's elbow. "Where do you want me?" she asked quietly, grey eyes flicking up to his. Oddly, she was comfortable deferring to him. Perhaps it was his greater expertise, or simply because she had a healthy level of personal respect for him, but regardless, she found it more natural to work for him than she'd ever felt working beneath the Masters at Healer. Her eyes left him to scan the unconscious form, not a person but a task to complete. Breccan might be worthless in the realm of emotion, but she knew well the cold motivation to finish. Here her competitive streak was nothing but an asset, a drive to do everything to the utmost of her personal ability, and then some. Things were simpler in an emergency, cool and distant, untainted by the confusing muddle of feelings.
Really, she should have gone in for trauma work herself. Who knew she'd find such peace?
