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[Arcinia]

3rd of Winter 520 AV
The time was Mid-morning, although it wasn't particularly important what time of day it was, Her place of work was always busy, people milled about consistently through the day so she could come in anytime to pick up business and do work, her job as a Copyist had many perks which sometimes involved being called in to do emergency work, luckily business hasn't been booming lately.

Stepping through the door of the infirmary she smelled medicinal herbs as well as philters and tonics, it had been a few years since she started working at “The Catholicon” but every time she entered the building she was assailed by the strange differing smells of herbs and medical supplies, she gave a quick wave to Rasika behind the desk and settled unto the desk nearby, she came by often to help fill out label’s and prescription order’s, update doctor’s orders and letters to be sent to bedridden patients throughout the city.

Rasika gave her a polite mod and stepped away from the table Arcinia did her work in, sitting in a free chair, she could tell the older Ephyrian woman was happy to see her, it was nice to not have to fill in all the information and there was only so much six arms could do to speed the progress when writing was a task that required a fair degree of focus.

The pamphlet had the basis, “Write 100 labels without the herb’s name with a dosage for 10 grams” “Prepare 25 pamphlet’s prepared for signatures to perform an operation” and the likewise suspects of working in a pharmacy and hospital.

The words made sense, filling in the textual script was easy, she dunked her quill into ink and began the copying, the problem, was of course the exactness of it all the script was fine and small, a mistake or an ink blotch could render the description unusable, she hummed gently as she worked feeling the time move by slowly as the scratch of her quil met paper, the smell of ink met her nose and words were permanently etched into the script, Patient name, Check. Dosage, 10 Grams, Check. Time ticked by as the small lamp beside her burned down oil, she heard the patients filling in and out throughout the day.

Rasika stooped behind her suddenly, critical as ever of the young Shinya initiates work she lifted her eyes in mock horror and pointed at the script of one of the labels on the page. “You have left a splotch of ink there, Be less sloppy young one” Cursing under her breath Arcinia glazed up at the Ephyerian woman with a small wry smile and chuckled” Well, At least my writing is legible now right ?” A Smile appeared on the older woman’s face and she gave a polite dismissive nod. “It’s a miracle your uncle kept you employed when you could barely write common at least your finally experienced enough not to waste 2 Kina worth of supplies every day”

[Arcinia]

The few pages she had were set aside to dry, she gently placed each sheet down across the desk and reached for the stack of pages, her hand gripped the quill and she set to work, fingers thrumming on the edge of the desk as she began to draft out the consent form.

She lifted her hand and glanced over at the page she was to copy, blank lines there and there, lots of technical jargon about consent and warnings about agreeing to a surgery mostly all related to her employer being free from any issues if someone were to pass away under the care of the doctor’s it was certainly lengthy so she had better get to work.

A Yawn escaped her lips as the quill was dipped into the ink once more, she began structuring each page, starting with the forward on each, copying became easier when you separated into sections, at least for her she repeated the introductory statement on all of the pages in front of her, setting aside each sheet individually as they were finished, leaving the line in the structure for the signature for each sheet, taking care not to splatter any more ink than she had too.

Her eyes drifted between the pages, looking for errors among the duplicates making sure to check for consistent letter work, and punctuation in her writing, a sentence or misplaced could make it so people could have legal issues with her job and she really didn’t want the thought of that on her head.

While these pages dried, she set to separating the labels into batches, carefully she ran a small penknife thorough the sheets of paper, making cuts horizontally and vertically down the paces between the labels there was at least three that had to be thrown away immediately she set them aside and one by one examined the labels setting the damaged or illegible ones to one side, the rest to her other side.