Making Plans

Writers: Chelle, Mirren
Date Posted: 7th February 2012

Characters: Chupsin, Alivya
Description: She comes to bring him something and they end up making plans.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 6, day 12 of Turn 6

Alivya tugged her dark brown braid out from under the straps of the bag for the tenth time
and pushed the bag higher up her shoulder. The contents of the bag were important but oh,
so heavy! And traipsing around with it in the heavy skirts... A woman's life was not always
as she may wish it to be. At 17 Alivya had already long since worked this out. She reached
the entrance to the healers' and peered in. "Hello?"

"Aye?" came a voice from within. Currently in the middle of pouring a potion into a vial, Chupsin didn't move until the liquid was contained. Setting his things down, he looked up to see who had invaded his space and what they needed. Tourniquet watched with curiosity from where he sat curled on a chair in the waiting area.

"Excuse me, sir." Her voice was soft and low, as if the liquid would pour back out if she spoke too loud. She bobbed an awkward curtsey, the weight on her shoulder making her lopsided.
"My father, farmcrafter Alren sends his regards and numbweed salve." She indicated the bag
with a nod from her chin.

"Ahhhh...." Coming around the counter, he showed interest in the carisak. "Thank you. That will
definitely be useful." Thinking about the name, he was trying to think of which one that was.
"He's doing well then?"

"Yes sir, quite well, although..." She hesitated "His joints, in the cold weather... They seem to
stiffen with the turns."

"That's a fact of aging, I'm afraid. There are foods to avoid that can make it worse, though." He could make her a list. "Like dairy products." Setting aside the numbweed, he began to put his things away. "And yourself?"

She was suddenly aware that she'd been rubbing her shoulder where the bag had been pressing. She dropped her hand to the side of her thick, dark blue skirt. "I'm well, thank you? I hope the salve is acceptable?" She'd made it herself, a fact that she was proud of. Not that she'd say so out loud.

"Aye that'll be fine. You can put your sak down if you like." She did look good. Chupsin always asked since it could be few and far between when some of the holders actually got to see a trained healer. "Does he have enough medicaments? I recall sending a large bit of seed with him so he could grow his own herbs last time, but maybe if something didn't take.."

She lowered the bag off her shoulder and lowered it onto a nearby table.
"I don't think he planted them," she admitted with a frown. "He'd not have spared the space if it were only for him." His pride was exasperating at times, but growing food for the hold was important.

"Hmm well an herb garden really doesn't have to take up that much space if done correctly. Some of them can be easily done in pots. You'll see to it perhaps?" She looked responsible enough.

"Oh yes, I could!" Her eyes lit up. Anything which gave her purpose would be met with enthusiasm. "I will. I'll need some spare pots though." She doubted the hold would have too many _spare_pots.

"Hmmm..." That was a quandary. Chupsin had his own that he used so the plants weren't killed outside in the cold. Thinking about the problem, the man looked around. "You could make your own. Have you ever used clay?"

Dark brown fringe moved back and forward as she shook her head. "No, never." She'd never been encouraged to use valuable materials like clay, in case she wasted it.

"Hmm...well..." He really didn't have time to manage to show her at the moment. He had to finish getting supplies ready for the next day and he had a few patients to check on. "Maybe we could try on the next restday."

"If you've time to spare...?" Her father would be upset if she were to waste the time of someone so important. Surely on a rest day he had more pressing things to do than help a girl make pots, no matter their purpose.

"I have a bit after the midday meal. It'll be enough. Forming pots is a rather relaxing activity anyway." Besides, he could easily see himself putting his hands on hers. She was unmarried. Chupsin was always looking.

Alivya had been half expecting him to realize he didn't have time to waste and back out. When he didn't, she was floored. She blinked a couple of times and then words tumbled out.
"I'd appreciate you taking the time, thank you."

"No problem, meet me here and we'll see about it. Is there anything else you needed?" he gestured to let her know if not, he'd be getting back to work. "Thank your father for the salve."

"No, nothing else. Good day, healer." With a swish of skirts, she was gone.

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