Timestamp: Day 4 of Spring 514 AV at around 10 bells in the morning
Location: Tarsin’s
The woman was obviously in a later phase of pregnancy. It was impossible to guess her age or her looks. Amolina could discern a dark and richly embroidered mask inside the hood of the woman’s dark green cloak, a gleam of copper and gold, small sparks of light reflected by beads of glass. It was like looking at the night sky and the stars, and the darkness beyond. There was somebody, something, but it stayed an unknown mystery and revealed nothing.
Amolina had gone to the address Bohir Adams in The Spot had given her when she had applied for the job to cure a young lady of good family from a “stomach disease”. It was Tarsin’s. There she had asked for somebody named 'Beatrice Leander', and after a while she had been shown to this room.
It was an ordinary, common room like all the other rooms at Tarsin’s. The masked and hooded woman didn’t seem to be at home there, not in the least. Amolina could see that the dark green cloak was made of expensive velvet, and beneath it was a dress with a bodice of green and gold brocade and multilayered, wide silk skirts of various green and blue hues fluttered and flowed like a waterfall from the high waistline.
When the woman stood still, the cut, elegance and beauty of her outfit concealed her condition totally. And when she started pacing the floor of the small room the waterfall of silk skirts moved and fluttered around her in a way that still concealed her pregnancy amazingly well. It was apparent that she had spent a fortune on hiding the truth. A young woman of good family seemed like an understatement.
Amolina had gone for nurse style. Her hair was put up and her makeup was discrete, but no matter how simple and artless it seemed, it had taken long time to get it perfect. She was wearing her white linen “nurse dress”, which she used to wear when she was working at the Nitrozian-Moletta project. In her own opinion it made her look like a professional nurse - though she was not. Truth to say, Amolina was an expert actress, but only an actress, with next to no insight in medicine, and mostly relied on her expertise in acting to fake it.
The woman went under the name “Beatrice” and Amolina asked no questions. The whole situation was unexpected. Amolina had guessed the customer would be somebody with a budding career to think of and with money enough to pay eighty gold mizas for the kind of service she was looking for. But this woman was rich and everything about her screamed “grand old family”, from the expensive clothes to the way she held herself and the exquisite fragrance of exotic flowers and spices that emanated from her.
Amolina had believed she could examine the patient and then decide if she was prepared to proceed and in which way. This wasn't an option anymore. She couldn’t back out - it would be too dangerous to disappoint a woman of a powerful family. But it would also be immensely dangerous if something went wrong with this patient.
If Amolina had known this on beforehand, she would have passed on the job.
She just hadn’t imagined somebody of this high social standing and wealth would have reason to want an abortion, with the risks it entailed. To her it seemed odd. If people were rich and well-connected they could do as they liked. If the woman was unmarried there could of course be people who would have opinions about her, but she wouldn’t need to care. The hooded and masked woman could simply leave the child it in the care of somebody else.
Or keep it, even.
Amolina wasn’t going to ask for the reason for the woman’s decision. It couldn’t be just plain and simple reasons like lack of money, or no time for a child right now and other similar reasons. But it was always bet to not know too much. She didn’t want to know the woman’s identity, not her reasons to want an abortion, nothing. But she was feeling uneasy. She wished she had never picked the ad from the board in The Spot.
“I wan’t to get rid of it” the woman said. Her voice didn’t tremble. She sounded firm and resolute and spoke in a well formulated, polite and self-assured way. “I want it to be taken away.”
Location: Tarsin’s
The woman was obviously in a later phase of pregnancy. It was impossible to guess her age or her looks. Amolina could discern a dark and richly embroidered mask inside the hood of the woman’s dark green cloak, a gleam of copper and gold, small sparks of light reflected by beads of glass. It was like looking at the night sky and the stars, and the darkness beyond. There was somebody, something, but it stayed an unknown mystery and revealed nothing.
Amolina had gone to the address Bohir Adams in The Spot had given her when she had applied for the job to cure a young lady of good family from a “stomach disease”. It was Tarsin’s. There she had asked for somebody named 'Beatrice Leander', and after a while she had been shown to this room.
It was an ordinary, common room like all the other rooms at Tarsin’s. The masked and hooded woman didn’t seem to be at home there, not in the least. Amolina could see that the dark green cloak was made of expensive velvet, and beneath it was a dress with a bodice of green and gold brocade and multilayered, wide silk skirts of various green and blue hues fluttered and flowed like a waterfall from the high waistline.
When the woman stood still, the cut, elegance and beauty of her outfit concealed her condition totally. And when she started pacing the floor of the small room the waterfall of silk skirts moved and fluttered around her in a way that still concealed her pregnancy amazingly well. It was apparent that she had spent a fortune on hiding the truth. A young woman of good family seemed like an understatement.
Amolina had gone for nurse style. Her hair was put up and her makeup was discrete, but no matter how simple and artless it seemed, it had taken long time to get it perfect. She was wearing her white linen “nurse dress”, which she used to wear when she was working at the Nitrozian-Moletta project. In her own opinion it made her look like a professional nurse - though she was not. Truth to say, Amolina was an expert actress, but only an actress, with next to no insight in medicine, and mostly relied on her expertise in acting to fake it.
The woman went under the name “Beatrice” and Amolina asked no questions. The whole situation was unexpected. Amolina had guessed the customer would be somebody with a budding career to think of and with money enough to pay eighty gold mizas for the kind of service she was looking for. But this woman was rich and everything about her screamed “grand old family”, from the expensive clothes to the way she held herself and the exquisite fragrance of exotic flowers and spices that emanated from her.
Amolina had believed she could examine the patient and then decide if she was prepared to proceed and in which way. This wasn't an option anymore. She couldn’t back out - it would be too dangerous to disappoint a woman of a powerful family. But it would also be immensely dangerous if something went wrong with this patient.
If Amolina had known this on beforehand, she would have passed on the job.
She just hadn’t imagined somebody of this high social standing and wealth would have reason to want an abortion, with the risks it entailed. To her it seemed odd. If people were rich and well-connected they could do as they liked. If the woman was unmarried there could of course be people who would have opinions about her, but she wouldn’t need to care. The hooded and masked woman could simply leave the child it in the care of somebody else.
Or keep it, even.
Amolina wasn’t going to ask for the reason for the woman’s decision. It couldn’t be just plain and simple reasons like lack of money, or no time for a child right now and other similar reasons. But it was always bet to not know too much. She didn’t want to know the woman’s identity, not her reasons to want an abortion, nothing. But she was feeling uneasy. She wished she had never picked the ad from the board in The Spot.
“I wan’t to get rid of it” the woman said. Her voice didn’t tremble. She sounded firm and resolute and spoke in a well formulated, polite and self-assured way. “I want it to be taken away.”