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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 10, 2007 9:36:30 GMT -5
I swear, had it not been for the fact that I was able to put my foot down, my head maid might well tell me where to go or how to dress. Well meaning, of course, but she had a way of being over anxious at times, wanting to see to things that I was able enough to care for myself, such as so simple a thing as my ointment level being low. Hard to procure, I kept it around for when I gained a papercut or some other slice in my skin, for it helped heal it quicker and less painfully than if I'd just left it alone. I hadn't run out since moving to the City, but now I found myself wondering where to go, and even while trying to convince me to stay and let her go, my maid told me a good place to try.
Thus it was that I ended up within the walls of the Deleuze & Strasbourg Medical Clinic, talking to a shrewd-eyed lady and getting no where. No, I didn't want to see the doctor, no, I didn't want to make an appointment for another day. I checked a sigh and kept my posture open, though it was becoming more difficult for me to do so.
Gods, I should have let my maid come for me.
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 10, 2007 15:55:58 GMT -5
After 5 years of training, I thought I'd learned not to hurt myself when training. I was wrong. Maybe it was because I was being cocky. Maybe I was thinking to much, or it just could have been because it was a new weapon. In any case, I planned not to let the same mistake happen again when using daggers. Being small doesn't mean it hurts any less.
A throwing attempt gone bad, I'd left a nice slice in the side of my hand. A torn shirt made a quick fix, however, I'd prefer not to run around with a darken brown piece of cloth like a club around my hand for a few weeks. What was more agonizing was finding a clinic in this town. Its not the kind of thing you think about until after you get injured.
Clad in a hastily thrown on overcoat, still somewhat dirty from training, and still somewhat armed, I entered the clinic, and found it busy. I bit my tongue from saying a curse, and took a seat to wait my turn, a dull throbbing in my hand a pleasant reminder of my mistake.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 10, 2007 22:36:10 GMT -5
The slight sound of the door caught my attention, and had I been standing anywhere but in the medical clinic I might well have not even looked at all, but this, being a place of injury and illness, wasn't a simple shoppe or tavern. I glanced over my shoulder as a gentleman sat down, his clothing dirtied from use and nursing an injured hand. Something on his face at first glance tickled my memory, though I didn't take the time to think on it now.
"Oh, please," I said softly, trying to get his attention without being loud or callus. "You look like you're in more need of attention than I; feel free to come speak to the lady."
I took a double step away, enough to indicate I was quite serious, but not so much that I would look foolish if he refused me. My gaze was coming from him again when my memory stirred a little more, bringin my gaze back near instantly.
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 10, 2007 23:03:01 GMT -5
I heard the soft voice, and raised my head to meet it. All I gathered initially was a flash of blond hair, and a kind gesture. A throb brought my attentions to a still. I did my best to carry my injury with dignity, and not coddle myself.
Walking up to the counter, I dispelled the other customer, approaching the desk clerk. Unfortunatly, the doctor wasn't in right now. Just my luck.
"Do you have any gauze at least, and perhaps some alcohol, that should be enough for now at least." I ask calmly. Acting impatient wouldn't help, I knew that much.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 10:29:49 GMT -5
As he stepped up I let myself move away a respectful distance, studying instead the leaves of a plant whose name I could not recall. It itched at me, the man who stood now at the counter, but I kept myself from looking at him further and mayhap irritating him with my observations. He was in pain, I was sure, because otherwise he likely wouldn't be here.
I frowned softly and reached up, running a fat stalk through my fingertips. A medicinal plant, this, filled with a thick liquid that eased pain. I glanced over, checking on the status of the man at the window, though I held my peace til he was quite through.
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 11, 2007 14:25:30 GMT -5
She nodded quietly, and left, returning post haste with the said items. I was right, she seemed timid enough, and I bet if I had been impatient, she'd have freaked out, and been of no use. As it was, I gave her my thanks, and sat in the chair to wait for the doctor, administering my own care.
I took the bottle of alcohol, and poured a liberal measure, hissing through the pain. Afterward, I sought to wrap it in gauze for the time being, it would probably need stitches. It was a little trickey with only one hand though.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 14:50:50 GMT -5
As the man reclaimed a seat, I resumed my pose before the somewhat flustered lady, and began to question her once more on whether I could recieve the ointment. I took the sample bottle I had brought out of my purse and handed it to her; it was a dark amber glass, thin but steady, and stamped with the contents verticle on it. She stared blankly at it and I checked another sigh, accepting it back.
"Is there a medicle supply shoppe that I might better look for it?" I asked. "I'm afraid I've been in Azzalle until recently, and have never had the need to search medicinal shoppes out until now."
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 11, 2007 15:01:13 GMT -5
Even through a dull little throb of pain, I could overhear her remark, or at least enough. It was quite funny, Azzallesse were renowned for pride, it was their trademark. I could help but chuckle as a little noble was in a position somewhat beneath her stature.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 15:14:50 GMT -5
The room was neigh empty of people, so as a chuckle rolled out from behind me I turned, my gaze going to the man whom I'd stood aside for just moments ago. I didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at him, mildly confused as to what he found amusing. "Humor in pain?" I said after a moment, my gaze holding strong on his and assessing his expressions.
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 11, 2007 15:20:14 GMT -5
I looked up, guess it wasn't a self thought. I tried to hide my little smirk. "Sorry M'lady, just found it a little odd. I wouldn't think one from Azzalle would so willing to ask for help, if you'll forgive my rudeness."
I tightened the gauze as best I could to keep it closed.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 15:27:12 GMT -5
I watched as he dressed himself, shaking my head a little. The lady behind the desk should have aided him in that, not made him do it on his own. He seemed more of a loner though, otherwise I would have considered offering my help. "Being from Azzalle doesn't stop anyone from asking for aid if needed," I commented wryly. It itched again at the back of my head - where had I seen him before?
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 11, 2007 15:35:42 GMT -5
"No, no, I suppose not. Just an idle comment." I shrugged somewhat, and attemted to tie the gauze off. Easier said than done. With only teeth and one set of fingers, I was quickly becoming agitated.
What in Elua's name was the doctor doing?!
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 17:53:19 GMT -5
Before I could answer a throat cleared behind me, and I turned back around only to be handed a list of shoppe names that I might be able to gain the ointment. I thanked the woman and turned, beginning to leave, then stopping after a few steps. "Would you like some help?" I offered the man sitting, tucking both the list and the small bottle back into my purse again.
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 11, 2007 21:34:05 GMT -5
I looked up, letting a piece slip from my mouth. I flushed for just a second, then responded. "Yes, actually, I would appreciate some help."
I had a feeling the doctor wasn't going to show today, and deft hands were in order.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 21:39:14 GMT -5
The slight reddening of his face softened me a little and I closed the distance between us, taking the seat next to him. "Does it hurt very much?" I asked quietly as I reached over, gently taking the ties from him and binding them up myself.
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 11, 2007 21:42:00 GMT -5
"Like a hot iron." I responded charmingly. Being tended to, I managed to finally get a good look at her face. Soft, well kept, and kind. Almost nostalgic in a way.
"But, its my punishment for being arrogant I suppose."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 11, 2007 21:53:34 GMT -5
I winced a little as he spoke of how it hurt, though my hands remained sure on the gauze, binding it up snugly but not too tight. "Arrogant," I asked before I could stop myself, the ties just having been completed. I sat back and looked at him, stuffing away the nagging wonder at who he was. "A wound in your hand is a steep price to pay for arrogance, I'd think."
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 12, 2007 9:25:06 GMT -5
"Agreed. But at least now I'll have a solid reminder when practicing to not get ahead of myself."
I looked down, noticing the finished work. I flexed the hand, a bit stiff and painful, but usable. "Thank you very much, Lady..." I trailed off, letting her fill in her name.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 12, 2007 14:52:52 GMT -5
"That's quite true," I said in agreement, my hands moving to fold in my lap. "Bellamont," I supplied as he prompted, smiling as I delivered it. "Mirielle Bellamont."
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 12, 2007 15:27:28 GMT -5
I blinked for a moment. Then it hit me, that nostalgia feeling. I nearly blurted out laughing at it, but bit my tongue for propriety.
How could I forget that name, Bellamont. My mother didn't let me for nearly a week the last time I'd visited the city nearly a decade ago. Praise and berevement both she gave me, glad that I'd met someone of such high status, and worried that I'd mayhap sullied our good name, however that works. But I'd not forgotten.
I gave her a sly smile of rememberance. "My lady, I believe you have my book."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 15, 2007 21:31:47 GMT -5
I looked at him in utter cluelessness, giving in finally to that nagging feeling that I knew him. Who in the seven hells was he? A book, a book. I tilted my head slightly as I pondered, ignoring the tendril of hair that fell from behind my shoulder and tickled my cheek.
Finally I gave up, admitting defeat with a long, soft sigh; I hated to show that I'd been unsuccessful at remembering. Mayhap he had known my father and the book exchange had happened that way, but I doubted it. He wouldn't have been very old himself when my parents died; besides that, why would my father have accepted a book from him?
I let my eyes pour his face, flickers of memories coursing behind my minds eye. The smell of cinnamon, a puff of black pepper exploding in a sneeze. Shocked eyes staring at me, a laughing voice, drinking wine on a couch before a forehead hit a table.
My jaw dropped, and I hurridly shut it with a click, trying, and failing, to erase the look of surprise from my face.
"Tabien?"
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 15, 2007 21:39:01 GMT -5
I merely gave a calm grin.
"Ow." I was taken away as she'd pulled the not a bit tighter on my cut than was perhaps necessary. I held her hands and set them back in her lap, then rested mine on my knees. I was still grinning a bit at the odd coincidence and arrival. "It seems you've done quite well for yourself M'lady."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 15, 2007 21:50:48 GMT -5
I clasped my fingers together, my surprise fading to embarrassment as he showed pain and gently touched my hands, then from embarrassment to a warm smile; I didn't know how to react in truth. It was all a good bit for me to get used to.
In the end I held the smile I'd adopted last, warm and easy. "And you as well, Lord Valclesa," I responded, my eyes flickering from his face to his hand and back again. "Or mayhap mostly well. Are you sure you're alright?"
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 15, 2007 22:02:46 GMT -5
I burst out laughing. Lord Valclesa. I almost believed it myself.
"I won't be if you keep flattering me like that dear Mirielle." I paused a bit, wondering if I was in the wrong to treat her so casually. I demurred my expression.
"I'm quite well. Thank you." I paused to look around once more. "If you'd like to continue this conversation, perhaps a better venue might be in order." I added.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 15, 2007 22:16:34 GMT -5
His laughter was mildly confusing as I had no real idea what he found amusement in, but if I could remember correctly, it was much the same as it had been before. I enjoyed the sound of his voice, though, his merriment infectious even if not understood. "I had no intention of flattering," I said, my lips quirking in my own amusement, "though if that's all it takes to bring a smile that broad to your lips, then mayhap I'll have to try my hand at it again later."
With the last of his words I smiled and nodded, though couldn't pass the chance to tease him. "The sitting room of a medical clinic isn't interesting enough?" I asked, my smile broadening a little. "A tavern then?" I paused, looking him over a little. "You look wonderful, Tabien."
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 16, 2007 13:48:50 GMT -5
I blinked a little at her remark. I might have flushed had I been younger, but I was more curious than anything, so I simply raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting it is, but hardly practical." I said calmly. "I'm sure you have a good place in mind, where would you recommend?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 17, 2007 13:49:03 GMT -5
Where would I recommend? A number of places came to mind, though nothing in particular jumped at me. I contemplated a moment on Tabien and what I remembered of him, trying to choose some place that he hopefully would feel comfortable and would enjoy.
"Well," I said after a moment, my voice thoughtful, "How does the White Hart sound to you?"
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Post by Tabién de Valclesa(I) on Oct 17, 2007 13:54:04 GMT -5
I actually knew of the place, it was where I had lived those first weeks I was in the city before I had procured my house.
"I actually know where that is, believe it or not. I guess it could do. Why don't you go on ahead, I'll see if I can make an appointment for the doctor regarding this." I said lifting my bandaged hand less it not be forgotten. She did served to distract me from the pain, at least a little.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Oct 17, 2007 14:20:29 GMT -5
I nodded and rose, my hands smoothing out my skirts as I did so. "Alright," I said, giving him a smile of farewell. "I'll meet you there, then."
And with that I turned and made my way from the doctors office, still poor in ointment, though having met someone that I hadn't seen in years. Interesting how things played out at times, I mused, the door shutting softly behind me.
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