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Author Topic: stepping forward out into the day  (Read 232 times)

Description: (saffron) (the forest around glory glade)

Offline Hearsay Elerbeck

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stepping forward out into the day
« on: Feb 19, 19, 08:27:31 PM »
Hearsay was on edge though he was doing his best to not advertise such. Considering his skill in empathy, his knowledge of people and their emotions, hiding was not hard to do. The problem was that it did not work on the likes of Epiphany or Squall who would take one look at the Steward of Glory Glade and know that something was bothering him.

Which meant the Healer Warlord had excused him early in the day when his anxiety got too much to bear. It was not that he did not trust them, that he did not want them to provide a balm for it, but that ... Well, he needed to not take advantage, right? Beside that, he could reassure himself that everything was fine by walking the edges of Glory Glade. The protections and more than shielded it were strong, reassuring, but they did not extend to the trees and wildlife that existed within (and outside).

So to calm himself, Hearsay followed the whisper of the trees and the soft calls of animals. There had been a storm not so long ago and he found a fairly young tree - by his standards - with a branch that had been cleaved by what looked to be a strike of lightning. Hearsay pressed his fingers to the bark of the tree, stretching out his senses with his Opal to check. Definitely something natural, there was no fear that he could sense - and that was forever strange to explain; the emotions of the trees - and only the ache that came from having weathered an injury done by another aspect of nature.

"It's alright," whispered Hearsay, speaking softly in the Old Tongue of Dea al Mon, "I can fix this and you'll be just fine." With the split that the lightning strike had caused, the tree would die a slow, painful death. Yet Hearsay could ensure that would never happen. Reaching in within himself, the Red that was curled in leafy vines at his shoulders pulsed gently. Slowly he fed tendrils of it into the tree, wrapping it up and bringing the split halves back together.

It would take time, the injury was terrible, but Hearsay would see it healed and feel better for it. Then he could continue on his way through the forest, making sure that there were no signs of Brood this far north. That he was simply being ridiculous in his anxiety. That it also sated his need to heal, to tend and look after, was simply another part of it but after so many years of holding himself back ...

Well, he often ignored that that too was likely part of his unease.

Offline Saffron Galoneth

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Re: stepping forward out into the day
« Reply #1 on: Feb 22, 19, 03:42:17 PM »
The Red Healer asked for no help. She certainly would never profess to need anyone. Indeed, she’d just as soon throw herself to the Brood or break her own jewel as confess that she could not do everything herself. So, she offered no explanation as to why she found herself as many nights as she could be spared from the Black Castle in Ruse Aelysar’s comfortable home in Glory Glade, the village that he built for his Queen. He’d left her a key and his welcome.

The scent of him was fading from the linens. Alone, in the dead of night, with the room wrapped in Red shields, she slipped into his closet and sat with his sleeves dangling in her face, trying to feel him in his laundered clothes. She feared often that her own psychic scent would sink into the place, erasing the comforting traces of him.

She ground the last of his coffee beans and brewed herself a cup, waiting for the nectar to work its magic. Then she dressed. Saffron slipped one of his shirts on over her own clothes and under her cloak then wrapped herself in Red shields. Her posture and the shields would be enough to signal the Red Healer required no compay.

She walked to the mill he’d been building early in their courtship, and through the grass where he’d taken her, uncaring of their audience. She kept walking until she was in the wood. Saffron swept the area carefully. Though she was in Devinos, far from Brood territory, nowhere felt safe since the attack on the Black Castle that robbed her of her sister, her Zephyr.

She pinged on another Red Jewel, and as she neared it, the familiar feel of a sister Healer.

Or a brother Healer?

She found him a few minutes later. Healing a tree of all things. A smirk tugged at her mouth. He wore a Red that appeared a little darker than her own. She wore a pendant that marked her as a member of the Black Court of Gale Galoneth.

“Not enough that you have one witch’s caste, Lord Healer,” she said, even as she inclined toward him slightly, indicating that she conceded his power outranked her own. “You fancy yourself a Queen as well?”

She didn’t meet many Healers who practiced on trees. The work was good, and he certainly seemed devoted enough to it. Seemed a shame, however, when there were plenty of Queens to feed the land but too many Blood broken in bone and body to waste such strength.

“Though, trees complain a fair bit less than most of my patients. Perhaps I should completely rethink my own Healing practice.”

She offered him her hand, a ring bearing a chunk of her own Red Jewel and a smaller portion of her birthright Blood Opal.

“Saffron Galoneth,” she said. “Sorry to interrupt your clinic.”



















Offline Hearsay Elerbeck

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Re: stepping forward out into the day
« Reply #2 on: Feb 23, 19, 06:27:15 AM »
Were he no working upon a healing, had he been thinking, Hearsay would have smartly hidden himself as he had done so. Even if that was exactly what he was not supposed to do as he had been told to not hide anymore. That with Glory Glade he was no abomination and welcomed as any other would be. For all the warmth and welcome offered to him, it had yet to undo the years of being beaten down for simply existing as he was.

To mend the tree completely, to fix the great split that would have killed it otherwise, Hearsay had let himself grow lost in his work.

Until he heard a voice behind him as he finished the last of the healing. Upon the tree there was only a faint line within the bark that showed it had ever been split in the first place. Hearsay took a small step back, one hand staying presed to the tree as he turned to face the - he felt that resonance of someone of his depth and the familiar feel of her caste - Red-Jeweled Healer before him. A faint pink stretched across his nose, the color only worsening as she continued to speak on.

For one moment he nearly felt shame from her words, that they were meant to be hurtful like any other. Except it was not. There was no intent to harm in her, not with words or otherwise, and instead only a sense of playfulness that raced across his senses like lightning could jump across the sky.

Hearsay hesitated for only a moment before he finally took her hand (sliding his under hers, palm to the sky). There was no sign of his Opal, as it was carefully tucked away, but his Red was very visible. A curl of vines started around his neck and ran down along his shoulder to eventually end curled around his bicep. It was within that curl of vines, pressed into the hollow of his collarbone, that his Red rested. It had not been cut and was as whole as the day a little over a year ago that he had claimed it from the Darkness.

Recognizing her station, Hearsay dipped as was appropriate in greeting. (He did, in fact, dip lower because while they were both Healer, she was female and that was expected of him. There was no way in which he would be higher station than her. Even if he was Steward of Glory Glade and her a visiting member of the Black Court.)

"Hearsay Elerbeck," said Hearsay once he found his voice (who, save for the flush, certainly looked as if he had been - and was - likely out in the forest to brood. "... and I do not fancy myself a Queen. I cannot heal the land, only the flora and fauna. It is the only thing I can heal without any doubts." His gaze flicked away from her briefly.

"Trees can be just as loud as people," he added a heartbeat later. "They're just better about thanking you after the fact than we are despite being children of the forest." Another breath was taking. "You do not have to say sorry, I was just about done." Even if he was a little disconcerted by the entirety that was Saffron Galoneth. Hearsay had not expected to randomly one one of the Territory Queen's daughters, let alone a Healer, that did not seem to take issue with him whatsoever.

Well.

She took issue but it was obviously to give him sass.

Offline Saffron Galoneth

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Re: stepping forward out into the day
« Reply #3 on: Feb 25, 19, 05:17:16 PM »
Saffron heard something of this male. She didn’t involve herself in Epiphany Estinaria’s court. Glory Glade wasn’t her home village exactly, despite the fact the Red Healer spent much of her time there. She’d already stuck her little nose into the business of too many courts, so she’d just as soon leave this one to its own devices.

A noble enough intention.

Then she met this very interesting specimen who, if she recalled correctly was part of the young Red Queen’s Triangle. Another Healer whose Jewel was equal in rank to her own, if not a bit darker, was entirely too tempting to leave out in the woods fitting splints on droopy saplings.

“And why should that be, Lord Hearsay? Aren’t many of us wearing the Red who find ourselves drowning in self-doubt.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows. He was likely to give her some rubbish about reluctance to teach males and such. Perhaps it was unfair to dismiss the ingrained biases of an entire culture as rubbish, but he was different. He was a Healer. And those born into the caste could feel a wound like an itch in their own body. Cruel to expect them to just ignore it.

It had to be particularly bad in him if he resorted to petting sick trees.

So had a measure of sympathy for him. But he father was Blade Amdir, the much feared and oft-loathed Black Widow Warlord Prince. Growing up with a Black Widow nudged her toward sympathy and impatience in equal measure. Blood made such a big deal out of Hourglass craft.

“It’s not as though we have a shortage of wounded to practice on. They’re likely to complain and not terribly likely to thank you much. But that’s why Mother Night gave us aural shields, isn’t it?”

Saffron grinned sharply. She’d never really slapped an aural shield around the head of a squealing patient. Setting bone and knitting it back into place was a precise but painful artform. And she didn’t always have time to numb the pain before addressing the problem. But would she ever just silence someone in her care?

Hearsay had no way of knowing.




















Offline Hearsay Elerbeck

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Re: stepping forward out into the day
« Reply #4 on: Feb 28, 19, 04:28:38 PM »
Hearsay did not immediately respond, not when he was closely watching the ebb and flow of her feelings. The markers in her scent and the rush of her emotional pulse upon his psychic senses. It was not as if he wanted doubts (and there were a great many of them) but there was little to be done when he was looked down upon because he had been born a Healer.

Her sympathy was a small comfort, though her impatience rang truer than anything else and was far more expected. "Apparently," said Hearsay, finding his voice, "it matters little that I wear the Red. They only see that I am some sort of abomination that they only tolerate." He remembered well being young and his mother being brought in injured not long before they had fled Kassel. How if someone had simply taught him he might have been able to do more. To see her injuries be less and then perhaps she might not have died when she left again, still feeling old injuries within her bones.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the idea of putting an aural shield around someone but then ... Hearsay sighed. Whether not she had done something herself meant little. Patients being vocal was never the problem. "It is not their voices that bother me," he said finally, "but their emotions and I find that the only time that someone's emotions are gone is when they are dead and that is too macabre for me to think about."

Because it was not enough to simply have the bleeding heart of a Healer but to have an empathy that could - and was on the occasion - overwhelming. "... more than that," Hearsay continued, "I will not practice on those that need true healing when I am not trained." That still stung to admit. "There was no Healer that would teach me, even once they knew I was born this way. Instinct alone guiding me is not enough for me to risk doing harm just because I feel the need to heal."

The other side of that was that Hearsay was also paranoid about anyone teaching him. He had flashes of memory, of fear, of when representatives of the local court had come to his family home to see the dual-caste child. Even though he had been small, his mother had been a Healer, there was still distrust and more that had been shown.

"I will not see someone harmed because they teach me either." It was possible, after all. To train a male was to potentially see yourself broken of your jewels. The chance was still there even if said male naturally held that caste. "The most I've done is worked wards and listened to patients after they've been healed by others." So he helped heal a different sort of pain but never the body.

The real issue here was that Hearsay had been squandered by those that were around him growing up. Normally a Red-Jeweled Healer would have been snapped up by a Court, taken to be trained, and he instead had slipped through the cracks because it was easier to turn their gaze away.

Even as it ate at him, carved a wound into his soul, that he could not reach out and heal as he wanted.

... and he wanted because he was a Healer. To not heal the people, his people, was a hurt that could not be put to words.

Offline Saffron Galoneth

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Re: stepping forward out into the day
« Reply #5 on: Mar 07, 19, 07:46:55 PM »
“Well, if someone wanted to break my jewels, they’d have to outrank me first. And then answer to the Black Court.”

Suggesting that he should have sought out the Territory Queen’s daughter in the first place would have been ridiculous. She understood his dilemma. Finding someone both qualified to train him and willing could be a challenge. She imagined even a natural born healer who was male would have difficulty.

I’d like to meet the healers who refused to help him. She had some rather novel techniques she could show them for resetting bones. Of course, they’d need bones to practice on. Luckily, she had some novel techniques for breaking bones, and she’d be happy to show the cruel bitches both sets of skills.

“I’ve set up a number of healing centers--sanatoriums--that serve the injured and especially those showing signs of the Waste. I’ve taken on a few apprentices through those.”

He hadn’t asked for her help. Saffron supposed at some point, she’d require his consent to teach him. She couldn’t just leave him out in the woods healing trees.

“You really don’t know any healing Craft? I mean, aside from the arboreal arts in which you’re clearly skilled. Something, surely? A basic moontime brew? Tea for a cough?”

He seemed to enjoy the woods enough. Learning how to take what the land offered and grind it down into something useful might come quite naturally to him. Though, she hadn’t noticed him pouring anything on the tree before performing his Craft.

“I’m guessing there aren’t a ton of Red-jeweled healers mucking about in Devinos. So, you’re also the one who serves in Epiphany’s Triangle? I assume your Lady speaks for much of your time. How much of it can you commit to learning?”

She’d expect a few hours from him, at least. Rarely did she so quickly take on a student. She’d rejected plenty who wanted to learn at her side, passing them off to more patient teachers or those more willing to be careful. This one, however, she would see to herself.

Red-jeweled Healer being squandered on trees. All those broken bodies. All the times she could have used him. All that pain and not nearly enough people to help heal it. They needed him. If the Blood in Dea al Mon could get comfortable with opening their borders to the rest of Kaeleer, then they could get comfortable with a Warlord healing them. Besides, amazing how quickly someone could change their mind when they bled a little.



















Offline Hearsay Elerbeck

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Re: stepping forward out into the day
« Reply #6 on: Mar 12, 19, 03:37:40 PM »
Hearsay's mouth opened as if to retort, but then it snapped shut at what Saffron said. Mostly because he did not know how to respond. It was not as if he had ever thought about going to the Territory Court, seeking it out as a means to not ... be whatever it was he had become due to his lack of proper training. Even Obscenity had been somewhat appalled by his lack of combat training (all defense, no offense) and promptly marched him out to start.

It looked as Saffron was no different.

It was a surprise.

More so because Hearsay knew that Obscenity still considered him an abomination. There was negativity there but a touch of positive as well. Hearsay was an abomination, yes, but he was her abomination, under her roof. Therefore there was no room for him to be completely useless. It was unacceptable.

Saffron did not look at him and see an abomination. What she saw was the failure of the Children of the Wood, at the waste of a Healer that could have been doing so much more. It was not as if he understood why it was so wrong for a male to have a second caste. The belief felt archaic and out of place and designed to alienate those that should have been brought into the fold.

It took time for Hearsay to gather himself, parse all that she said before he finally answered. "I have no talent for healing tonics or brews." That had him flushing, the color racing down the back of his neck and warming his skin. "I know what herbs to use, can identify them with ease, pick them out of the forest and land, but every time I've made something it's been ..." His nose wrinkled. "Not right.

"I can perform basic healing craft. It's just not where it should be for someone ..." Hearsay sighed. "Of my age and depth within the Abyss." Of someone that should have been trained from the moment of their Birthright to be a Healer.

"I'm her Steward," answered Hearsay, "and, yes, most of my time is dedicated to her and her Court." Some part of him wanted to argue, to tell her off, but she had the right way of it. Who would go after her for teaching him? The very people that could come down upon her would have to face the wrath of the Black Court. Still, it seemed a bit much for just him. That had more to do with him, his view on himself, than anything else.

He had spent too many years with his worth being lessened when it was actually a great deal more than what his brother and others made it out to be.

"I'm wary of leaving Glory Glade," he finally said. "To leave its safety." Another sigh escaped. "I'm not saying no, I make the scheduling so I can make as much time is reasonable," was he even talking about this; it was bizarre, "but that it's not safe to do so. I didn't come here by chance; I came here because the Brood chased me."

For the time being, Glory Glade was actually helping hide Hearsay. He had hidden his presence well enough that he lost the Brood tracking him and so long as he did not step outside of the boundaries and protections ... Well, he could stay hidden.