Open [Soothing Waters] A Healer's Work is Never Done

[Serynia]

75th Day of Winter, 513 A.V. It had only been a few days but Serynia was slowly getting into the routine of her job as a healer at the Soothing Waters. She entered through the double doors and headed down the staircase to the reception area. Nodding at Ivis Balak, the receptionist, she headed towards the infirmary room where Nilichoa Tatsuwaat and the other members of the medical team worked. A lot of her patients were Syliran squires and knights who had injured themselves. One such squire was walking in now. With his right hand, he held his left arm at the elbow supporting its weight. Judging from the unnatural angle of his arm, Serynia guessed that he had broken a bone. Still not wanting to jump to any conclusions, she asked him while leading him to a chair to sit, "Can you tell me what happened?" "Well I was doing some lance training on my horse, when I think something spooked it. I was thrown off and landed on my arm." Serynia tenderly probed his arm where it looked a little swollen and the squire winced in pain. That only served to confirm that her initial assessment of a fracture was indeed correct. Although Serynia carried the mark of Rak'Keli, her skill was not yet sufficient to heal broken bones and it seemed as if the other healers were all still busy with other patients. She would need to put the squire's arm in a splint to stabilize it until one of the more skilled healers could tend to it. The splint would serve to immobilize the arm reducing pain and preventing further injury. First, she went to the chest where the medical supplies were stored and grabbed a flat wooden board, a cloth, and bandages. She used the cloth to pad the wooden board. Then using the bandages, she tied the board to the injured limb with the bandages in such a way as to prevent the squire's arm from further movement and strain. She tied one bandage above and below the injured area, checking to make sure that it was tight but not too tight as to cut off circulation. Using the other cloth, she wrapped it around a few blocks of ice and held it against the arm. "There you go. You'll need to hold the ice in place so it will help to reduce the swelling. Just wait here. One of the other healers will be able to see you in a moment." Serynia looked proudly at her splint, glad of the medical training she had received at the Opal Temple in Mura. That's one patient taken care of. I wonder who my next patient will be.

[Noah Amuel]

Noah had been instructed to go to the Soothing Waters when he arrived back in Syliras, limping on his right leg. The knee had been throbbing and leaking blood from the shallow cuts on impact. The pant leg had been shredded but managed to absorb much of the rocky blow that came to his knee from his fall. Thank the gods for wool pants he murmured in his thoughts as he limped into the building. There were a slight amount of stairs to descend and to that he cursed. He took the steps slowly, one at a time until he was on the main floor of the establishment. The smell of water and heat of humidity gripped the air. Noah had heard that the Soothing Water's doubled as a bath house but to his surprise more people where there than he had previously assumed. The baths where bustling with people in their own cliques and posses. But where were the healers? There was a receptionist but the throbbing in his knee prevented him from going further. Despite how careful he was descending the stairs it had proved to rob his knee of any mobility it had left. Behind the grey wool pants the flesh was rendered purple, black, and green. An ugly rainbow of pain, reflective of his misstep in the Bronze Woods. The Kelvic was sure he looked helpless, blue eyes squelched in anguish, perhaps pleading. He didn't like the feeling. The feeling of being helpless and weak. Noah hoped someone would see him soon, hopefully a healer and not a patron of the baths. Speech | Thoughts | Fratavan | Eagle

[Serynia]

"Any new patients Ivis?" Serynia asked as she walked out to the reception area to see if there was anyone else needing the assistance of a healer. Looking up at the stairs, she could see a young man limping his way down with a shredded pant leg and a bruised and bleeding knee. "Ivis, quick help me bring him into the infirmary room!" Serynia and Ivis rushed up the stairs to help the young man, each taking an arm and putting it around their shoulders and supporting his weight. They walked him down the rest of the way and sat him in a chair. Serynia took a closer look at the wound. It didn't seem too serious but she knew she would need to clean and disinfect the wound before she could heal it. Taking a cloth she soaked it in alcohol and gently wiped the blood away. His knee was bruised and swollen. Placing her hand on his knee, Serynia closed her eyes and prayed to her goddess Rak'Keli. Rak'Keli, I place my faith in you and call upon your power to heal. A faint light seemed to glow from her hand and when she opened her eyes, she could see that the shallow cuts had closed completely and the minor bruising had disappeared almost instantaneously. Even though she had healed many times now, the power of Rak'Keli never ceased to amaze her. Now that the wound was healed, Serynia turned her attention to the young man. He had a head of dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes a slightly darker shade than her own. When she had touched him, her Konti gift had given her a vision of a smooth stone pendant tied tightly to a hemp string. Like all her people, she had been gifted with a special ability to see certain things. In her case, when she touched someone she could see that person's most prized possession. She had learned however to keep these visions to herself until she felt comfortable enough with that person to ask them about it. Most in Syliras were leery of magic and distrusted even those blessed with the gods with certain gifts. "My name is Serynia," She said. "What's your name? And what happened to your knee?"

[Sterling Theron]

Sterling had been pacing in the corner of the reception area when he noticed the flurry of action surrounding the Kelvic boy being brought in. He stood back to give the healer woman space as they moved him into the side room to tend his wounds.

Sterling followed slowly behind wanting to observe how this young healer would tend the injury. He stopped short of fully entering the small side room and peered around her slight frame just in time to catch the last glow from the healing that took place. Once he was sure she had finished her work he pulled a leathery looking object from his pocket and approached the small group.

As he closed the small distance between them he just barely caught the woman speaking her name. Serynia, that sounds foreign. He cleared his throat so as not to startle anyone. Once Serynia turned to look at him he reached out his hand to the Kelvic boy.

"This is aspen bark. Chew it and it'll help ease the soreness in your leg muscles."

Sterling took notice of the twisted swirling sigil on the left shoulder of the healer. He met her eyes and nodded respectfully.

"Sometimes after a healing there is a residual soreness that can keep a person from returning to full activity. Especially with the calf and thigh muscles if you dont stretch the newly repaired area it can tense up over time."

Sterling gave both the woman and Kelvic a polite nod and turned to head back to his corner in the reception area.

[Noah Amuel]

Noah was rushed quickly to a chair as the receptionist and a women whom he assumed to be a healer came to him in his time of temporary paralysis. Immediately the woman took to his wound, examining it with what he hoped was an experienced eye. With where the wound had been acquired the chance of infection was possibly high, and Noah knew that. He himself had no idea on how to clean and disinfect a wound inflicted outside of civilization. The woman did. She took a cloth and dosed it with a liquid Noah inferred to be alcohol due to the smell and when it came in contact with the various cuts the burning made him cringe and wince. The cloth pulled back spattered in places with his blood and her hand took its place. To his surprise she took on a look of concentration and from her hand warmth and light omitted. His knee's skin was knitted amidst the light and the pain reduced significantly. The Kelvic was in awe but also scared. That magic she used was powerful, or so he thought. The ability to heal was often seen as a benevolent acquirement but Noah feared it all the same. It was foreign, never witnessed by him before. He must've been speechless because when the woman's eyes met his, his saw nothing. He came too when the woman's voice perked with introduction. Serynia, that's a pretty name he thought admiring her features. Her face was pleasant, pale, and her hair blonde, long. She's Konti Noah thought immediately. He had heard of them from his mother though had never seen one himself. Beautiful he thought again. He cleared his throat and his thoughts. "Noah," he said. "I fell in the woods down a hill. It was rocky at the bottom and, unfortunately, my knee took most of the impact." Speech | Thoughts | Fratavan | Eagle | oocSorry for the delay.

[Serynia]

Serynia could tell by his surprised look when she had healed him that he probably wasn't used to seeing the power of the gods at work. She hoped that he wouldn't treat her any differently because of it. Being still new to Syliras, she hadn't met many she could call friends but she was hoping that it would be different with Noah. Before she could reply to Noah however, they were interrupted by the arrival of another male. The new stranger gave Noah some Aspen bark and told him to chew it to relieve the residual soreness from his leg after the healing. The stranger nodded politely before returning to the reception area. That was strange, Serynia thought. He seemed to have a little knowledge of medicine and herbs. Perhaps he's here to find a job? Serynia made a mental note to talk to the stranger and find out who he was after she finished up with Noah. Turning her attention back to her patient, Serynia said, "Well it's nice to meet you Noah. Your leg should be mostly healed but if you still feel some soreness then you can go ahead and make use of the Aspen bark. I'm curious. What exactly were you doing in the woods? Even with the Syliran knights patrolling, isn't it dangerous to be outside the city walls?" Serynia had not ventured outside the city walls since arriving in Syliras and was curious as to what the wildlands outside were like. She had heard tell of dangerous beasts such as wolves and bears that roamed the woods. Noah must be brave indeed or someone who was capable of taking care of himself.

[Kizora DuLonite]

Kizora approached the building cautiously. A few people rushed around, making her all the more nervous. Her hands hurt, aching viciously. It was only now, having to face one of the most nerve wracking situations, that she regretted carving so carelessly. From an early age, she'd been taught to trust cautiously, and allowing someone to do things to her she couldn't understand was too much. The grayish color around the numerous nicks in her fingers protested constantly, as well as the unhealing wounds, so she'd given up. A healer would be her safest route.

Entering the building, a few people stood out particularly. A hooded man stood in the corner, watching a healer. He was curious, but withdrawn. The healer tended to a man with is knee in a mess. Blood dripped down to his ankles. It was times like these she was glad she wasn't squeamish.

Somewhat nervous, Kizora wanders towards the receptionist.

(OOC-I saw it was open, so I joined. If you don't want me in, I can leave.)