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IC time is: Before Dawn < About 4:39 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 18 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: New <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 16 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3040>
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RL time: Mon May 07 10:33:05 2007
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Healing Talan
This hushed talan is a quiet place of healing for those Galadhrim injured in battle. White robed Quendi, one wearing a
bracelet, easily walk about, tending to visitors, offering refreshments, and various other small jobs. Meanwhile patients
lie on comfortable, sparkling pads, gazing out at a sweeping view of the wood. Sunlight streams though the leaves of the
mellyrn, casting dancing shadows on the wooden floor. The air has a fresh, clean feeling. You feel better just resting here
for a moment.

Participants:
Galharth
Mia
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Just before dawn, sound dominates the senses within the Healing Talan. Soft voices mingle with equally soft healing songs,
creating an aura of peace and tranquility radiated throughout the talan. A few Attendants sit at tables not far from the
patient's cots, working with herbs while they watch vigilently over their charges. With Anor still at rest, the talan is
dimly lit by fragrant candles set around the talan.

On one cot, a silver haired figure lays. With a startled jerk, he kicks off his blanket and gasps at the retaliating pain.
Still in sleep, he mutters and rolls onto his back. As the raw back wound presses against the cot, he cries out. His eyes
flash open and his back arches in an attempt to relieve discomfort, only making it worse. Certainly, it seems for Galharth,
his day is starting out quite foul.

Seated nearby, her nose inches away from a massive tome resting on a small desk, Mia looks up as Galharth becomes restless.
She is by his place of rest in a second, reaching out a gentle but restraining hand. "If you aren't careful," she says in
hushed tones, "You will reopen your wounds. I know it hurts, but sit back and relax and I will see what can be done, see how
you are healing, change the bindings." She waves a hand dismissively, "That whole process."

She begins reaching around for various items (like jars, cloth, herbs) and lines them up on a small table to the clothier's
side. "How are you feeling? Still in pain, I'm sure, but do let me know if anything itches while healing, as I have a cure
for every cure." She smiles, not at all forced, and seems to relax more than she has in past weeks.

"I'm miserable," Galharth hisses as he continues to fidget, seeking a comfortable spot. "The healing alone seeks to remind
me by the hour of my foolishness."

"It has been what? 12 days already," the clothier complains as he finally manages to roll back onto his left side. "My back
burns, and how long does it take for bones to heal? My work falls behind." He closes his eyes and takes a shallow breath,
"How anoying I must sound. I am sorry."

Mia laughs as she sets to work, her head shaking slightly. "You sound like every patient I have ever had," She replies, "At
least, those who are healing well. It is one of the signs we look for in our patients: when they are healthy enough to argue
and complain, they are well on their way to being whole."

She begins to remove bandages, wiping down the wounds with warm, clean water strewn with herbs. "As for this foolishness you
speak of," Here she pauses, looking at the ellon with her lips twisted in concentration. "I wish I could hope for a
permanent scar that could serve as a reminder long after the pain has ceased, but I will have to be happy with reminding
you, myself." Here she grins, knowing that her joke will not be received well by the irritable patient.

"You and a few others, I imagine." Galharth mutters. "Anyone else who might do something for their people and it's waved
about like a hero of ages past," he adds under his breath. Turning his head slightly, to gaze upon the gardener, he lifts a
brow. "I thought you tended to your gardens moreso than edhel. I hope you at least washed your hands first."

Relaxing his head, he closes his eyes, giving himself over to Mia with trust. "The Troll spoke common," he says suddenly
after a few moments of silence. "Had I understood what it said, I'm sure I could have moved out of its way." Moving his head
once more, to glance towards his friend, he asks, "Can you teach me?"

"Indeed, I could," Mia replies, "Though I find it hard to believe you know nothing of what was said to you. Do you realize
that you spoke the creature's words to me in your delerium? Almost perfectly, in fact... so much so that it took me a moment
to realize that it was simple repetition and not knowledge that brought the words to your lips." The healer takes out a
small leather pouch and empties dried yello petals into her hand, which she then crushes into a cup of steaming liquid. This
she hands to the clothier, "Drink it up before I begin, my friend, or else I fear it will be a tad unpleasant. You look as
if you are healing nicely, though I'd like to try and ease the discomfort today. Who knows, perhaps these gardeners hands,"
she pauses for a second as she looks at her fingers, scraping something from beneath a nail, then looks to Galharth with a
grin and a wink, "can do more today than sow and grow."

"Having never left the wood, and having only met visitors who speak our language, I certainly can not be expected to be
fluent in such a language. This is something I'd like to change." Galharth mutters as he shifts slightly to drink the brew
offered. As he swallows, he eyes the Gardener carefully, and when he's done drinking, he adds, "Having participated in some
of your entertaining moments, I would sooner suspect you adding color, sparkle, or encouraging something to take root within
my wound."

Relaxing on the cot, he holds a deadly serious expression for a good moment, before offering a sincere smile. "You're never
a dull moment, Mia." Turning his attention to his wounds, the Tailor wiggles his fingers. The effort to move his right hand
is enough to cause him to hiss. "That hurts, did you say how long it'll be till the bones heal along my shoulder?"

"I didn't," Mia replies, "as it all depends on how well I can do my job and how good you are at receiving. And you are
right, I am a bright ray of sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day. But," Here, she holds up a finger, "There is one time when
I am always serious, a time when I never joke and never take the situation lightly." She sits down at the edge of the cot
and smiles. "And that is when I am healing. Though I do have to admit, there are times when I have contemplated an
intentionally harsh note against those I am not too fond of." She rubs her hands together and says softly, "You have nothing
to fear from me. Now, lets see if we can't make your recovery go a bit faster, that I might get a chance sooner rather than
later to take you out on some treks across this land we call home."

Mia tends to the injuries on Galharth.

Inexperience reveals itself in the clothier's expression as a strange feeling sweeps over him. A relaxed breath is taken,
and released slowly as Galharth closes his eyes. "I feel....." he whispers, pausing his words for a moment. His brow furrows
slightly, not in discomfort, but clearly in concentration. "Strange, yet better," he finally finishes.

Opening his eyes, he offers a sleepy smile, " I can't help it, but I need to sleep. Before I do, please, teach me to say
'Thank you, my friend' so that I can thank you in more ways than one."

Mia laughs, "You, yourself, are strange," she says with a grin, "Yet better than most edhel I know, so I'm not sure if it
was the healing..." She trails off and stands, placing things back upon their shelves. "And the words you are looking for
are "Thank you," she says slowly in the heavy, common language, "Most wonderful, beautiful, fabulous Lady of Light and
Happiness." She pauses, face serious and not betraying anything, then adds, "Your graciousness is exceeded only by your
beauty."

A half cocked smile appears upon the clothier's face, and he repeats the words back, "Thank you, most wonderful, beautiful,
fabulous Lady of Light and Happiness. Your graciousness is exceeded only by your beauty." After speaking, Galharth sighs
happily and closes his eyes, and before he drifts off to sleep, he adds in their native tongue, "I had not expected such a
simple phrase to be so......complicated." With that he is out, settled into a healing sleep.

Mia smiles, satisfied with her patient's progress both in health and spirit. As he settles back for rest, she busies herself
with putting her supplies back where they belong.