30.Oct.12, 01:00 PM
"A women's Hall?" Ellaira made a face without trying to. "Why separate women from the rest of the Halls? Wouldn't that just serve to make us more of an... 'Other'?" She shrugged, draining the rest of her tea. "I don't know... but I suppose I am not a healer of women, then." She watched Lymsleia carefully. The healer really did look tired, but when she spoke of founding a Hall for women, her dark face lit up. It was strange to watch, almost too personal, as if Lymsleia had given her an unbidden peek into her deep heart. Ellaira wanted to pat the girl on the back, tell her that it was unnecessary, but couldn't bring herself to do it.
"You should get more sleep," she reaffirmed. "I don't know that a women's Hall would be a success here in Katila... but if that's your dream, chase it, eh? There's no harm in being a little different. I don't know that I would have survived the turns in the wild had I been a shrinking violet of a daughter, after all." Ellaira shrugged, and stood, collecting her herbs and dropping a couple marks on the table. "Consider it an offering to whoever or whatever determined the bodies of women. You're doing a good work here."
Offering a motherly smile, Ellaira tucked her 'headache tea' into a satchel and rolled her shoulders. With a slight wave, she turned and left the room, mind picking apart the few minutes of womanly talk before settling them down into memory and returning to thoughts of wherries and quail, and all those breeding records that needed to be re-written in a more sane manner.
"You should get more sleep," she reaffirmed. "I don't know that a women's Hall would be a success here in Katila... but if that's your dream, chase it, eh? There's no harm in being a little different. I don't know that I would have survived the turns in the wild had I been a shrinking violet of a daughter, after all." Ellaira shrugged, and stood, collecting her herbs and dropping a couple marks on the table. "Consider it an offering to whoever or whatever determined the bodies of women. You're doing a good work here."
Offering a motherly smile, Ellaira tucked her 'headache tea' into a satchel and rolled her shoulders. With a slight wave, she turned and left the room, mind picking apart the few minutes of womanly talk before settling them down into memory and returning to thoughts of wherries and quail, and all those breeding records that needed to be re-written in a more sane manner.