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26.Feb.12, 06:27 PM
The blend itself, Lymsleia had chosen was an unusual mixture of leaves. A little bit of a relaxing tea. She reached for her medicine back and seemed to not even look at it. Counting knots it seemed as she removed the pouch in particular from the bag.
Opening it she placed a a few dried leaves into the cups and brought them to the table. Pouring the water over them she settled back, and set the hot kettle aside to allow the water to cool just a bit. But the last thing they needed was a scorched kettle. She spoke up ,trying to contain her disgust when it came to the edict. "Wome are... strongly encouraged... to produce two children and for the time being... taken women from the north to stand..." she gestured out of the window in direction of the eggs which the golden Queen had laid. "Are not going to be allowed to do so." she said softly.
"They want more children in the weyr, instead of bringing people from the north and potentially growing their numbers with more able-bodied and craft oriented people. They choose to make people have children, but no way to train them beyond the basics. You and I and Talian-- we're all healers. We can teach but only so far..." she said in whispered tone. She seemed to be container her dislike well enough. "They're going to be no better than the north-men, who tell women, to keep producing children--- sometimes four or five of them with little rest in between." she growled.
She exhaled loudly and picked up her tea taking a quick swig of it-more apparently to displace energy than to actually drink it for she coughed. "Oh not steeped long enough." she said through watery eyes. She took a few minutes trying to whipe it from her eyes. At Breccan's question about the North, Lymsleia blinked a few time-s though it could have been the bitter taste in her mouth. "I o not want to go back. I was ok, there but it wasn't home. I'd never get to see Falen's Hold, or find out what happened to my parents. They came south... They came here... My brother maybe here. I miss Falen's but I also know-- that the north holds little for me. I would be just anothe Healer. Here... I can make something of myself. People will know me. For me."
Opening it she placed a a few dried leaves into the cups and brought them to the table. Pouring the water over them she settled back, and set the hot kettle aside to allow the water to cool just a bit. But the last thing they needed was a scorched kettle. She spoke up ,trying to contain her disgust when it came to the edict. "Wome are... strongly encouraged... to produce two children and for the time being... taken women from the north to stand..." she gestured out of the window in direction of the eggs which the golden Queen had laid. "Are not going to be allowed to do so." she said softly.
"They want more children in the weyr, instead of bringing people from the north and potentially growing their numbers with more able-bodied and craft oriented people. They choose to make people have children, but no way to train them beyond the basics. You and I and Talian-- we're all healers. We can teach but only so far..." she said in whispered tone. She seemed to be container her dislike well enough. "They're going to be no better than the north-men, who tell women, to keep producing children--- sometimes four or five of them with little rest in between." she growled.
She exhaled loudly and picked up her tea taking a quick swig of it-more apparently to displace energy than to actually drink it for she coughed. "Oh not steeped long enough." she said through watery eyes. She took a few minutes trying to whipe it from her eyes. At Breccan's question about the North, Lymsleia blinked a few time-s though it could have been the bitter taste in her mouth. "I o not want to go back. I was ok, there but it wasn't home. I'd never get to see Falen's Hold, or find out what happened to my parents. They came south... They came here... My brother maybe here. I miss Falen's but I also know-- that the north holds little for me. I would be just anothe Healer. Here... I can make something of myself. People will know me. For me."
