Timestamp: 10th of Summer, 512 AV
Kavala came from a long line of healers. Both her mother from Mura and her father's mother who had been Opal clan carried the gift. And from the Sapphire Clan and her father's blood she'd gained Magic. Both were strong within her and both held equal importance. Here, at The Sanctuary, she'd tried to marry both in a working harmony. Only time would tell if it lasted or even worked out.
Legacies were funny things. Once you did something very well, everyone expected you to keep doing it, including the Gods. That was why when funds were pooled, materials assessed and decisions were made it was no question that the healing clinic and the patient and guest quarters would have to be put up above ground even before the barns and stables. Kavala had sat beneath the sun, a huge parchment paper anchored to a thin board, and began listing what she wanted in the clinic, what was needed, and how many rooms and of what size they'd be.
The patient quarters and guest rooms were easier. They weren't going to be like the private quarters beneath Sanctuary in the Within at all. No, this would be a barrack style room, open to the weather in summer shut up tight in winter that had cot after cot for people that needed help. There would be cages too, salvaged from beneath Sanctuary in the kennels, but they would remain in the basement area that was the old triage kennels for the original clinic and only for emergencies. The real recovery would be in rows of cots, dog beds, slings, and assorted other things that would allow a guest at the facility to rest soundly with relatively few disturbances.
The first starts had happened easily enough. The construction crew had come and framed both the Healing Clinic and the Patient/Guest quarters with salvaged wood from the piles Sanctuary had left over after the Spring Djed Storm. Once framed, they'd walked away though, leaving the shells just as Kavala had asked. Over these 'bones' the Konti planned to raise stone, giving the building a good structure and roof. Doing the 'shell' of the building without tackling the inside layout was what she was good at.
It was the inside she wasn't sure about. There was a lot of space and once the stone was set, changing it wouldn't be easy. She knew she wanted four exam rooms, a waiting room, and a room of records. Storage was important too for the most needed bandages and medical supplies. Kavala was definitely, no matter how indecisive she was feeling, going to consult any of the denizens that wandered by to solicit their opinions even as she worked on the buildings shell.
Standing back, she moved outside the framing and lifted her arms. Bowing her head, she concentrated, then began to produce res. It pooled from her hands, her arms, even her torso and seemed to feed off her sliding down her body and up onto the wooden framework, forming stone as it went. Its color was a beautiful mahogany infused with black and tan, matching the surroundings perfectly as the konti began layering the stone onto the wooden wall, making it solid, using the framed structure only for good bones and letting the stone she was creating do the rest of the work, giving the building life and body and security.
