Okay so.. Ronan? Was that the name? Not a knight, just a helping blacksmith. Autumn thought as Devi spoke of him. That was when the knock came at the door. Autumn had finished a little over half of the tea, practically chugging it when she discovered it's delightful taste. The knock surprised her, causing a small dribble to drop down her shirt while she was drinking it. She wiped it away quickly while Devi went to answer the door.
The doctor must have recognized who it was, because no words were exchanged, yet she still opened the door. The first thing Autumn noticed was how dirty the man was. Black smudges everywhere, his overalls spotted with more smudges, but he was smiling and staring straight at her. Then that's when she noticed the beautiful instrument he held in his hand.
She gave out an unintentional gasp of delight and automatically reached for it, wincing as her injured arm moved. When it was handed to her the rest of the room faded away. All of the relief washed over her in an enormous wave. Imagine being so thirsty that you can barely breathe, you've got some sort of phlegm in your throat that just won't go away, and then getting the coolest, most delicious drink of water you have ever had in your life. That's what it felt like.
Immediately she began to scan the gea'tar. It had been in the road after all, who knows what kind of damage it could have taken. Autumn registered the bit of small talk Devi and, Autumn assumed the man was Ronan, at the back of her mind but all she could make out was that someone was pregnant.
Upon first glance the gea'tar seemed to have no immediate signs of damage. All of the strings were still there and there were no cracks. But there was one small chip in the side and a long white scratch that spanned along the entire body. Autumn clenched her jaw to control the sudden, unexpected anger. It was uncomfortable, to be angry at something like this. It was only a scratch, hardly noticeable, it wouldn't even affect the gea'tar's sound. But still, for the amount she had bought it for it was definitely worth complaining about. She suppressed the anger, thinking of the upsides to make it go away.
Nevertheless, Autumn sighed and set the gea'tar next to the bed, leaning it so she could reach the neck of it. At least she had the instrument now, but it wasn't much use to her if she couldn't play it. What an unfortunate situation. She thought.
That was when the tea started kicking in, and she suddenly felt a little bit drowsy. Devi finished her small conversation with her brother and turned back to Autumn. The woman's face had completely changed. She was smiling, had been laughing. It made her look so beautiful, to have that expression on instead of the stern but kind look she had been wearing for the time Autumn had seen her.
"My gea'tar is wonderful," She turned her gaze to Ronan, "Thank you very much, for everything." She said this as sincerely as she could muster, then leaned back against her pillow.
"I don't need anything for right now, thank you too, Devi. You really are an amazing doctor. At least what I can tell." Autumn let her eyes drop for a few seconds, and then remembering something she opened them again, fixing her gaze on Devi.
"You should smile more, you have a really pretty smile. It makes your eyes shine." Autumn smiled at the doctor. She hadn't meant add the last part, but between the drowsiness and the sickness and, well, everything, it was difficult to properly filter her thoughts and her words.
With that last comment, Autumn let her eyes close and stay closed as she quickly drifted into a much needed deep sleep. She knew this wouldn't be the last she saw of Devi, as her arm still had a long while to heal. She rather hoped that she would see the doctor even if she wasn't sick. Just in the streets or something. If Devi ever stopped by the 'Stallion at night, or the theater by day after Autumn's arm healed, the two would definitely meet. It was something Autumn looked forward to.
The doctor must have recognized who it was, because no words were exchanged, yet she still opened the door. The first thing Autumn noticed was how dirty the man was. Black smudges everywhere, his overalls spotted with more smudges, but he was smiling and staring straight at her. Then that's when she noticed the beautiful instrument he held in his hand.
She gave out an unintentional gasp of delight and automatically reached for it, wincing as her injured arm moved. When it was handed to her the rest of the room faded away. All of the relief washed over her in an enormous wave. Imagine being so thirsty that you can barely breathe, you've got some sort of phlegm in your throat that just won't go away, and then getting the coolest, most delicious drink of water you have ever had in your life. That's what it felt like.
Immediately she began to scan the gea'tar. It had been in the road after all, who knows what kind of damage it could have taken. Autumn registered the bit of small talk Devi and, Autumn assumed the man was Ronan, at the back of her mind but all she could make out was that someone was pregnant.
Upon first glance the gea'tar seemed to have no immediate signs of damage. All of the strings were still there and there were no cracks. But there was one small chip in the side and a long white scratch that spanned along the entire body. Autumn clenched her jaw to control the sudden, unexpected anger. It was uncomfortable, to be angry at something like this. It was only a scratch, hardly noticeable, it wouldn't even affect the gea'tar's sound. But still, for the amount she had bought it for it was definitely worth complaining about. She suppressed the anger, thinking of the upsides to make it go away.
Nevertheless, Autumn sighed and set the gea'tar next to the bed, leaning it so she could reach the neck of it. At least she had the instrument now, but it wasn't much use to her if she couldn't play it. What an unfortunate situation. She thought.
That was when the tea started kicking in, and she suddenly felt a little bit drowsy. Devi finished her small conversation with her brother and turned back to Autumn. The woman's face had completely changed. She was smiling, had been laughing. It made her look so beautiful, to have that expression on instead of the stern but kind look she had been wearing for the time Autumn had seen her.
"My gea'tar is wonderful," She turned her gaze to Ronan, "Thank you very much, for everything." She said this as sincerely as she could muster, then leaned back against her pillow.
"I don't need anything for right now, thank you too, Devi. You really are an amazing doctor. At least what I can tell." Autumn let her eyes drop for a few seconds, and then remembering something she opened them again, fixing her gaze on Devi.
"You should smile more, you have a really pretty smile. It makes your eyes shine." Autumn smiled at the doctor. She hadn't meant add the last part, but between the drowsiness and the sickness and, well, everything, it was difficult to properly filter her thoughts and her words.
With that last comment, Autumn let her eyes close and stay closed as she quickly drifted into a much needed deep sleep. She knew this wouldn't be the last she saw of Devi, as her arm still had a long while to heal. She rather hoped that she would see the doctor even if she wasn't sick. Just in the streets or something. If Devi ever stopped by the 'Stallion at night, or the theater by day after Autumn's arm healed, the two would definitely meet. It was something Autumn looked forward to.
Autumn Wilde