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23.Feb.12, 09:14 PM
Breccan didn't mind the scrutiny. She was comfortable with her appearance in a way few girls could claim to be. It wasn't that she was vain or certain of her beauty; she simply valued her talents more than her looks. Sure, she was attractive enough, when she worked for it, but she didn't place any pride or self-worth in her appearance. Putting it somewhere else just gave her one less thing to fret over. Anyway, his long look didn't have so much as a hint of lechery in it. If she was more reliant on her looks, she might have been offended, or at least disappointed, by such a lack of reaction.
As it was, she spent the time subjecting him to similar scrutiny, examining his features. He was attractive without having any one outstanding trait that would make him easy to identify, though she did find his tawny eyes pleasing. The rest of him was nondescript, and didn't help her faulty memory in the slightest. His quiet assertion that he, too, was a Healer, helped her narrow her focus. It was even easier when she thought over the few she knew had disappeared somewhere. Was this...Talian? Really?
For now, Breccan reserved judgement. It was likely this was not, though it was common knowledge he'd been all but kidnapped. The excuses for the others -that they'd settled down and left Healing, that they'd fallen prey to some accident- had never worked for Talian's disappearance. He was too obvious a figure, especially among the Healers. Automatically she accepted his extended limb, handling it gently. To ensure her traitorous eyes didn't give anything away, she focused on the cut, delicately probing the skin around it. It wasn't so deep, nor did it seem to be contaminated in any way. Clean-edged, without enough excess skin to allow for any stitching. Just pressure and a bandage would do, but he seemed to know that.
And he knew her name. Before she could stop herself, her head snapped up, eyes wide. As he continued, he revealed the knowledge wasn't such a mystery, reassuring her somewhat. She felt a small flare of triumph when he introduced herself -her guesses had been good. The rest of her was astonished, but she wasn't so tactless as to open her mouth and gape, nevermind that she had idolized the man for most of her time in Healer. She wasn't quite sure what to say to him about that just yet, so instead she responded to his earlier look around at the colorful cloth.
"I think red," she mused aloud, "If we're going for color, we might as well go for dashing." Releasing his hand, she bent over the bolts until she found a shade that suited her own preferences. Cutting a length free efficiently, she doubled it over itself several times, ensuring it would be thick enough to not bleed through. At least not right away. "I've heard a lot about you," she finally settled on, "I wasn't sure what to expect." Her tone was neutral, but she glanced up at him and a furtive smile hung around her mouth. "I certainly thought there'd be a little more arrogant swaggering to you," she almost-teased, her tone amused. In his position, she'd certainly be more than a little arrogant. Being the youngest Master in Pern's history was something to be arrogant about.
Her binding was efficient and neat. She worked to keep it flat enough to minimize interference with natural hand movements, but maintain some pressure. Breccan almost opened her mouth and advised him to maintain pressure and wash it out with redwort as soon as he got a chance, realized what she was doing, and flushed. "Faranth, I was going to tell you to make sure to clean it properly. It is nice to meet another healer," she agreed. Nevermind that they were hardly on the same level; 'another' healer was almost a sacrilege, in a way. Still, she appreciated the sentiment. As devalued as she was feeling, she wasn't sure how she would have handled being coolly put in her place by a Master Healer. Would have just popped him right in the face, most likely.
As it was, she spent the time subjecting him to similar scrutiny, examining his features. He was attractive without having any one outstanding trait that would make him easy to identify, though she did find his tawny eyes pleasing. The rest of him was nondescript, and didn't help her faulty memory in the slightest. His quiet assertion that he, too, was a Healer, helped her narrow her focus. It was even easier when she thought over the few she knew had disappeared somewhere. Was this...Talian? Really?
For now, Breccan reserved judgement. It was likely this was not, though it was common knowledge he'd been all but kidnapped. The excuses for the others -that they'd settled down and left Healing, that they'd fallen prey to some accident- had never worked for Talian's disappearance. He was too obvious a figure, especially among the Healers. Automatically she accepted his extended limb, handling it gently. To ensure her traitorous eyes didn't give anything away, she focused on the cut, delicately probing the skin around it. It wasn't so deep, nor did it seem to be contaminated in any way. Clean-edged, without enough excess skin to allow for any stitching. Just pressure and a bandage would do, but he seemed to know that.
And he knew her name. Before she could stop herself, her head snapped up, eyes wide. As he continued, he revealed the knowledge wasn't such a mystery, reassuring her somewhat. She felt a small flare of triumph when he introduced herself -her guesses had been good. The rest of her was astonished, but she wasn't so tactless as to open her mouth and gape, nevermind that she had idolized the man for most of her time in Healer. She wasn't quite sure what to say to him about that just yet, so instead she responded to his earlier look around at the colorful cloth.
"I think red," she mused aloud, "If we're going for color, we might as well go for dashing." Releasing his hand, she bent over the bolts until she found a shade that suited her own preferences. Cutting a length free efficiently, she doubled it over itself several times, ensuring it would be thick enough to not bleed through. At least not right away. "I've heard a lot about you," she finally settled on, "I wasn't sure what to expect." Her tone was neutral, but she glanced up at him and a furtive smile hung around her mouth. "I certainly thought there'd be a little more arrogant swaggering to you," she almost-teased, her tone amused. In his position, she'd certainly be more than a little arrogant. Being the youngest Master in Pern's history was something to be arrogant about.
Her binding was efficient and neat. She worked to keep it flat enough to minimize interference with natural hand movements, but maintain some pressure. Breccan almost opened her mouth and advised him to maintain pressure and wash it out with redwort as soon as he got a chance, realized what she was doing, and flushed. "Faranth, I was going to tell you to make sure to clean it properly. It is nice to meet another healer," she agreed. Nevermind that they were hardly on the same level; 'another' healer was almost a sacrilege, in a way. Still, she appreciated the sentiment. As devalued as she was feeling, she wasn't sure how she would have handled being coolly put in her place by a Master Healer. Would have just popped him right in the face, most likely.
