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12.Feb.20, 03:16 AM
Vaera seethed at the hand on hers, trying very hard not to snatch both her hand and the paper L’gan was looking at back. It was so terribly patronizing of him! How dare he tell her the drawings and notes she’d spent so much time copying exactly shouldn’t exist, just to want to look at them himself? What right did he have to look at her work or the original artist’s work if he was going to talk down about it so? None. None at all, and thus decided she held her hand out expectantly until L’gan got the message and returned the paper she held, and Vaera returned it to the others, putting the last of the pages in place.
“Well,” Vaera said, tilting her head so she could look up at L’gan defiantly, “if they make you sick I’d be a poor excuse for a Healer if I let you remain exposed to them.” And she stood up, chair squeaking in protest as she shoved it back, all her papers firmly gathered in her arms. With a last petulant look at L’gan she flounced off, leaving the library behind altogether.
Instead, she headed back to the cluster of rooms that belonged to the Masterhealer and his family. Her father’s official office was elsewhere in the Hall, but he still had something of a small study in one of their rooms. Turns ago, even before he’d been Masterhealer but after he’d gotten a proper suite in the Hall, he’d set up a small desk near his for Vaera, and when they’d gone to the bigger rooms, the desk had come too. While she had graduated from drawing stick people on her father’s trash pieces of paper - “Much better than the useless prattle of idiots they used to contain” - to taking real notes and doing real work, she’d never gotten a bigger desk. Most of the time Vaera used the library or their dining table for real work, but sometimes she went back to the slightly too small one. Usually when she was feeling upset in some fashion, as she was after L’gan insulted her and her notes. She’d wanted a place her father was less likely to find the copies, since they weren’t exactly made with his permission, but the childhood desk was clearly the superior option today. No nosy, moralizing greenriders to be found there.
“Well,” Vaera said, tilting her head so she could look up at L’gan defiantly, “if they make you sick I’d be a poor excuse for a Healer if I let you remain exposed to them.” And she stood up, chair squeaking in protest as she shoved it back, all her papers firmly gathered in her arms. With a last petulant look at L’gan she flounced off, leaving the library behind altogether.
Instead, she headed back to the cluster of rooms that belonged to the Masterhealer and his family. Her father’s official office was elsewhere in the Hall, but he still had something of a small study in one of their rooms. Turns ago, even before he’d been Masterhealer but after he’d gotten a proper suite in the Hall, he’d set up a small desk near his for Vaera, and when they’d gone to the bigger rooms, the desk had come too. While she had graduated from drawing stick people on her father’s trash pieces of paper - “Much better than the useless prattle of idiots they used to contain” - to taking real notes and doing real work, she’d never gotten a bigger desk. Most of the time Vaera used the library or their dining table for real work, but sometimes she went back to the slightly too small one. Usually when she was feeling upset in some fashion, as she was after L’gan insulted her and her notes. She’d wanted a place her father was less likely to find the copies, since they weren’t exactly made with his permission, but the childhood desk was clearly the superior option today. No nosy, moralizing greenriders to be found there.
