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26.Aug.12, 12:40 AM
Aparicus was a person of habit, though whether she developed this after arriving at the Weyr or if it had been bred into her back at the cothold, she couldn’t really say. Either way, habits are always difficult to break. So it was, after she had refreshed the vases of flowers on each table of the Weyrhall, she had a few small bouquets left – one for her own room and then a handful for the small rooms of the healer’s hall.
If she was not such a creature of habit, she might have hesitated gathering their fresh flowers for the rest of the Seven-day, maybe even two, just to make sure she avoided any reminder of what had happened three days prior – that public lashing. She had so carefully avoided seeing any of it and had spent the last two days keeping her mind carefully busy with her routine so she wouldn’t think of the nightmares such violence would bring.
She was so careful avoiding the thought of the lashing, that when her routine brought her to the Infimary, faces use to seeing her change the flowers smiled at her in warm welcome and let her continue her habits of bringing beauty to the Weyr. In fact, it was quiet enough that afternoon that they even forgot to warn her that one room of the Healer’s Hall was occupied with the very subject she was trying so carefully to avoid.
Opening the door and stepping in with just two small bundles of flowers left, she had manged to close the door and even move to the Vase on the small table there before realizing that the room was not empty. A soft gasp left her lips as Aparicus jumped in surprise, dropping her two bundles of flowers to scatter on the floor around her feet even as she pushed herself back against the wall to make sure there was as much space as possible between herself and the person she didn’t recognize.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, I thought the room was empty.” She said quickly, the surprise on her voice as clear as the fear it induced in her to be accidentally so close to someone. Shaking slightly, she knelt down, trying to scoop up the flowers even as she kept a careful eye on the young man there to make sure there was enough space between them.
If she was not such a creature of habit, she might have hesitated gathering their fresh flowers for the rest of the Seven-day, maybe even two, just to make sure she avoided any reminder of what had happened three days prior – that public lashing. She had so carefully avoided seeing any of it and had spent the last two days keeping her mind carefully busy with her routine so she wouldn’t think of the nightmares such violence would bring.
She was so careful avoiding the thought of the lashing, that when her routine brought her to the Infimary, faces use to seeing her change the flowers smiled at her in warm welcome and let her continue her habits of bringing beauty to the Weyr. In fact, it was quiet enough that afternoon that they even forgot to warn her that one room of the Healer’s Hall was occupied with the very subject she was trying so carefully to avoid.
Opening the door and stepping in with just two small bundles of flowers left, she had manged to close the door and even move to the Vase on the small table there before realizing that the room was not empty. A soft gasp left her lips as Aparicus jumped in surprise, dropping her two bundles of flowers to scatter on the floor around her feet even as she pushed herself back against the wall to make sure there was as much space as possible between herself and the person she didn’t recognize.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, I thought the room was empty.” She said quickly, the surprise on her voice as clear as the fear it induced in her to be accidentally so close to someone. Shaking slightly, she knelt down, trying to scoop up the flowers even as she kept a careful eye on the young man there to make sure there was enough space between them.
