26.Feb.12, 02:04 AM
"Then we won't talk about it." she said quickly. She was aware of how apparently that period in riders lives- the move to the south must have been something horrific. "We won't talk about it then, you're uncomfortable about the subject, and I am uncomfortable, about making you uncomfortable. Empathy-its a healers greatest gift." she intones as if the last statement had been drilled into her with her lessons.
The young woman, smiled. The unusually shaded eyes sparkled with an almost knowing light. "Figures, about the pleasures I mean. It seems something that weyr seems to enjoy. I mean, as a group as a whole.. not all at once though.." she curled her lips inward and pressed them together. That had come out -wrong- completely and utterly. " Kuminari made a point to say that rider's were crazed. But I think she's wrong. She just doesn't want to know you as people. " She smiled as the blue rider spoke about his mother. A few deep breaths to keep, the tears at bay. She'd both remembered her own mother vividly and yet had a noticable gap of the woman. The woman who'd gone south with her father -a rider-. "Mom, I wish I remembered more than few scattered patches." she said quietly, her voice was a bit gloomy.
"My profession as a midwife, brings me all kinds of joy. But I enjoy cooking, and singing. I was always being told I should have become a harper.." the gayiety returned to her voice as she spoke. "Then again, I really enjoy reading and writing. It was an essential skill as a healer. Though the bag knots are a good way to get around not being able to do it-if someone can't read or write."
The young woman, smiled. The unusually shaded eyes sparkled with an almost knowing light. "Figures, about the pleasures I mean. It seems something that weyr seems to enjoy. I mean, as a group as a whole.. not all at once though.." she curled her lips inward and pressed them together. That had come out -wrong- completely and utterly. " Kuminari made a point to say that rider's were crazed. But I think she's wrong. She just doesn't want to know you as people. " She smiled as the blue rider spoke about his mother. A few deep breaths to keep, the tears at bay. She'd both remembered her own mother vividly and yet had a noticable gap of the woman. The woman who'd gone south with her father -a rider-. "Mom, I wish I remembered more than few scattered patches." she said quietly, her voice was a bit gloomy.
"My profession as a midwife, brings me all kinds of joy. But I enjoy cooking, and singing. I was always being told I should have become a harper.." the gayiety returned to her voice as she spoke. "Then again, I really enjoy reading and writing. It was an essential skill as a healer. Though the bag knots are a good way to get around not being able to do it-if someone can't read or write."