Closed [Soothing Waters] Medical Tension (Nilika)

[Edgar Spelljack]

Edgar Spelljack

It was now several hours past the time that Edgar had met with his new friend, and colleague. It was just around midday, but Edgar had been waiting at the Stallion for hours.
Eating out with others, especially women, was not Edgar's thing. Even though it was just a lunch, a lunch during which nothing eventful would probably happen, it made the dentist very nervous.
He sat at a small two-seat table in the corner of the pub, tapping his foot and twiddling with his thumbs. He had no idea what to expect, because Nilika seemed to have many sides to her, and Edgar was barely exposed to even one, but he didn't know which one exactly.
The wizard had already downed two glasses of wine and was now getting a tad drunk. A third glass was about to be brought over. His head felt a bit weird and his vision was the slightest blurred.
Edgar yawned and sat back in his chair, relaxed from the alcohol. The waiter walked over with a third glass and placed it on the table. Edgar stared at its vivid, deep red color, its smooth surface, which was calming down from the glass's movement.
Nilika should be here any minute, now, he thought.

“Magic can be found in stolen moments.”

[Nilika]

Common | Kontinese

“Just don’t use it so much,” she said softly to the man. His right arm was it a makeshift sling. There wasn’t anything really wrong with him other than a sprung arm. The man jumped off the table and onto the floor. With a thank you, he left to room. A sigh of relief left her mouth as she sat in a chair to reflect over today. So far she has met a dentist and had asked her out for lunch, which was strange. Most people get to know the person first before asking them out for food. Perhaps we will talk there. Nilika stood up and started towards the door. Her feet slugged across the cobbled steps as she made it to the third tier.

Turning to the right she saw the same pair of women from this morning. “Twins,” she said in an outburst. Some people around her stopped and stared at her; others went on about their business with “that child is weird” comment. A blush came to her cheeks as she looked towards the ground and speed walked out of the castle. The teenager practically ran down the step. Taking a breath of relief, she started to walk at a normal pace to the Nettle District. Her heartbeat sped up a bit due nervously meeting the man. What if she started to stutter again, that was not good on her part. It took her years to get over that. She will not let that habit resurface, especially in front a new colleague.

With a deep breath, she walked into the Rearing Stallion. Her eyes started to scan the place for the person of her interest. Spotting him in a corner, Nilika weaved her way around the tables and people to meet him. She smiled at him and pulled out a chair across from Edgar. “Hi, sorry I’m late,” she muttered.

[Edgar Spelljack]

Edgar Spelljack

Edgar continued to stare at the glass. He sat up swiftly, suddenly realizing how embarassing it will be for him to look drunk. He regretted ordering the third glass of wine. I could pour it out... no. But before he could do anything, the door swung open, and the midday light burst into the dark building. Putting his hand over his eyes, Edgar checked the door for the millionth time that day. This time, however, it was Nilika.
Edgar turned around and looked down at the table. Do I smell drunk? Do I look drunk? He tried to see his reflection on the glass. This wasn't like Edgar. He was not a sensitive person, but this girl hit his soft spot.
Edgar was startled when Nilika plopped down in front of him. Her words barely registered with the man; he only concentrated on her voice. Did she apologize for tardiness? She was on time; Edgar was simply hours early.
"Glad to see you're here," he said, smiling. He had forgotten to reply to her other statement.
Staring awkwardly at the glass before him, he wondered what had taken her so long to arrive.
"What have you done since we last spoke? Did you attend to any patients?" After she replied, Edgar looked at his glass of wine again.
"Would you like anything to drink?" he asked, realizing he should have offered earlier, and forgetting her age.

“Magic can be found in stolen moments.”

[Nilika]

Common | Kontinese

She sat up a little straighter and looked around the tavern. It wasn’t as rambunctious as she thought. Nilika had never been here and already she kind of liked it. The place wasn’t quite homey feeling like at the Broken Casket, but didn’t seem dissolute to the Konti. She smoothed her hands down her pants and plastered on a smile towards the doctor. She had caught sight of the glasses. From the smell, she can only guess what he has been drinking. Her eyes looked him up and down to see anything if she could tell what he might be thinking. She wasn’t against the thought of people drinking in front of her, though she doesn’t partake in the activity herself.

“Well I haven’t really done anything much,” she did lopsided smile. “I treated just a few people. Most of them had minor injuries like cuts or bruises. Nothing too serious unfortunately,” she said with a hint of disappointment. She wanted to deal with more serious injuries; it was one of the reasons she had moved to Syliras, due to the prospect of that. Unluckily, it seems since she doesn’t have the Healing Gnosis it means that she isn’t qualify to work with them. A sigh left her as she put on a smile as she heard Edgar’s offer. He doesn’t mean wine, right? She thought looking at the glasses he had drunk from. “Water would be nice.”