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09.Sep.12, 05:34 PM
When the Healer began to move, Aparicus had stopped what she was doing to watch his movements as he opened drawers and found what she had been quietly searching for. It was with an internal sigh of relief that she watched him put the things onto the table and step away rather than handing them directly to her. Healers, she thought, They are always the wisest of people. They always seem to understand even when you don’t say anything.
Waiting until he was done moving again, she stepped forward, giving him a sincere smile as she picked up the quill in her gnarled hands and dipped it into the ink pot, pausing for a moment to consider her words. The note turned out a short one and not for the first time Aparicus was glad that the fingers she had such difficulty using were not her thumbs and forefingers – that would have made writing and note taking impossible.
Once done, she put the stopper back onto the ink pot so that it wouldn’t dry and blew lightly upon the parchment hoping for the opposite effect she wanted to avoid with the pot.
“Thank you so much, Master Talian. I wish I had a better way to show my gratitude.” She said as she rolled up the parchment and pulled one of her never ending supply of strings and ribbons from her pocket. At least she had remembered to pocket those. When her fingers brushed the fresh sticks of cinnamon, her face lit up and she pulled out a small bundle of three sticks already wrapped.
“Oh bless me, I do! My Cinnamon tree was old enough to cultivate this year for smaller shoots. The first batch didn’t turn out.” She admitted with a slight face. “It was too humid during the rain, but these dried nicely and it will add a real treat to your Klah.” Setting the bundle with the rolled and tied note, she stepped back again so that he could gather them when he was ready to.
Promises kept, Apologies made and Appreciation shown, she felt good about the whole situation and knew she could trust a healer to keep his word. Now she could return to the safety of her garden with her mind at peace.
Waiting until he was done moving again, she stepped forward, giving him a sincere smile as she picked up the quill in her gnarled hands and dipped it into the ink pot, pausing for a moment to consider her words. The note turned out a short one and not for the first time Aparicus was glad that the fingers she had such difficulty using were not her thumbs and forefingers – that would have made writing and note taking impossible.
Once done, she put the stopper back onto the ink pot so that it wouldn’t dry and blew lightly upon the parchment hoping for the opposite effect she wanted to avoid with the pot.
“Thank you so much, Master Talian. I wish I had a better way to show my gratitude.” She said as she rolled up the parchment and pulled one of her never ending supply of strings and ribbons from her pocket. At least she had remembered to pocket those. When her fingers brushed the fresh sticks of cinnamon, her face lit up and she pulled out a small bundle of three sticks already wrapped.
“Oh bless me, I do! My Cinnamon tree was old enough to cultivate this year for smaller shoots. The first batch didn’t turn out.” She admitted with a slight face. “It was too humid during the rain, but these dried nicely and it will add a real treat to your Klah.” Setting the bundle with the rolled and tied note, she stepped back again so that he could gather them when he was ready to.
Promises kept, Apologies made and Appreciation shown, she felt good about the whole situation and knew she could trust a healer to keep his word. Now she could return to the safety of her garden with her mind at peace.
