Elendor
Stupid Pet Tricks
Menelglir asks Novice Healer Menawa for a remedy for a stomachache...for a goat
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Location: Minas Tirith
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Weather: Clear
Time: Midday <13:16:18 >
Season: Spring
Date: Oraearon - March 23, 3047
Real Time: Fri Jun 19 18:05:26 2009
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[Menawa(#20113)] It is a relatively quiet day in the House of Healing. Menawa has done her chores already, finishing them in a handy amount of time, and is currently rolling her sleeves back down, preparing for a trip to her favorite place.. the garden.
It is a gust of March wind and a scattering of leaves across the white marble floor that announce the arrival of a dark haired young man of 15 to the Houses of Healing. He is breathless, grinning, and--at first glance at least--appears to not be the least bit wounded or sick.
"Ma'am...?" Menelglir is a bit hesitant as he calls out toward the healer's back. He is the same as he was when they last had their little encounter, except that his Page uniform is gone, replaced by the white tunic of a White Squire of Dol Amroth--the entry position for those who have sworn their oath to the Prince.
Menawa turns, finishing tugging her sleeve down.. and smiles warmly, "Why, hello there. It has been a very long time since I have seen either you or your brother." Folding her hands demurely before herself, she continues. "I do hope this day finds you well, though the very fact that you are here just might hint otherwise."
"Oh..." Menelglir's face definitely falls as he recognizes the healer, and a certain maniacle gleam that might have sparkled in his eyes fades just a touch. "It's you...I mean well met. How are you, my lady?"
"I'm quite well...erm..I mean, I have a stomach pain." The youth presses his lips together as if trying hard not to smile.
Menawa crinkles her brows and tilts her head, watching the youth's reaction to her, taking in his words. She aproaches him and looks him down, then back up again, "What have you ingested, young man?" She asks him, not unkindly... it's just, she's back to acting the adult.
"I..uh...well.." Menelglir struggles a bit with the answer. "Well, linseed oil. Then some cod liver oil. Ate something I shouldn't have and ...well, what will help it? You know.." A pair of sea-gray eyes look up in attempted earnestness to Menawa.
Menawa seems all receptive at first, then rocks back on her heels a touch, crossing her arms under her breasts, and gives him /the/ look. You know the look. The one moms give children through the ages when they just /know/ they're being snowed. "Really now." She says a little dryly.
"Well...all right. I'll be honest. It's not for me. It's my brother. Bad stomachache, but he's too embarrassed to come here and ask for help," Menelglir says. A quick little glance out of the corner of his eye might indicate he is weighing Menawa's reaction.
Menawa arches an eyebrow, not even appearing /close/ to belief. "Mm hm." Which doesn't at all mean she's agreeing with him.
"It's a goat?" Menelglir cringes. "And it ate part of a Squire's tunic? Blue Squire...he's going to beat the stuffing out of me when he finds out?"
Menawa shakes her head and rolls her eyes a little, "Tell me what you really want, Menelglir." She arches the other brow a tiny bit, her eyes shrewd, but not cold.
"Well..._can_ you get a tunic sleeve, or part of it, _out_ of a goat?" the youth asks, cringing again. "I thought maybe oil. Speed the process somehow...Sorry, m'lady," he adds hastily. "Maybe one of the male healers? Maybe I can make the goat throw up?"
Menawa looks suprised now, "You were telling the truth about the goat?" her arms go down to her sides, "Seriously? Will he really be beaten?"
"It's the truth about the goat," Menelglir nods solemnly, "and it's Meren's fault...well, sort of. But I'm the one that's the White Squire, and I'll get blamed. So ..well, maybe I can take the ripped tunic to the Quartermaster and explain what happened? You think he'd believe me? The Quartermaster in the Chapterhouse."
Menawa dips her brows down again and thinks. "Are you sure getting the goat to throw up the sleeve will help? I mean, can it be salvaged? Would anyone really want to wear it?" She starts to move farther into the healing house.
"Well, if I can _clean_ it...he won't ever know that it was in a goat's stomach, no?" Menelglir says, hurrying after the girl. "Though I suppose he did chew it quite a bit. But Meren wanted to see ...well, never mind that," he frowns. "Guess I'll just beg the Quartermaster for a new tunic and hope it's not noticed."
"So..uh..how are you?" he tries, catching up to walk alongside Menawa. "We were in Dol Amroth for a while. Went with our cousin, Arashen, and I decided to swear my oath there. But Meren still hasn't made up his mind."
Menawa offers Menelglir a quick little, genuine (and not remotely adult) smile, "I have noticed the absence of you and your brother." She says, then places a hand lightly upon his arm as she stops. "Stay here." With those two words, she removes her hand and walks off towards an older woman in the same dove grey colored dress as herself. Mena drops a gentle, respectfull curtsy before her, then will spend a moment or two talking to her.
"It's our home...and I miss it, too," Menelglir says, sighing lightly. The girl's smile makes him beam with delight, goofily smiling back at her. "You should visit. I could show you so much stuff!" he blurts out, then colors a little red around his ears. Fortunately, Menawa goes to talk to the healer, and the White Squire watches curiously, gaze going between the younger and older women.
[Menawa(#20113)] The older woman shoots a very sour look Menelglir's way, causing Mena to reach out and lightly lay a hand upon the older woman's sleeve. The healer looks down at the novice and listens as Mena speaks quietly, withdrawing her hand back to herself. Finally, the older woman gives a faint snort, turns and walks away to a cabinet, then opens the door and reaches in. Menawa follows behind her, accepting a vial from the older woman. Slipping the small vial into a pocket of her apron, she gives another curtsy of respect, then glides back towards Menel, her hands folded demurely before her again.
Both of Menelglir's eyes widen as he watches this exchange, and he presses his lips together hard to keep from grinning. He silently watches Menawa return his way, trying to compose his face into a demure look to match his. "Thank you, m'lady. Terrible problem. Terrible," he adds for good measure--then whispers to Menawa once his back is turned on the older healer. "What did you tell her?"
Menawa crinkles her brow a little, "The truth.. that I wished to keep a friend from a beating for merely indulging in a little curiousity fueled learning." She motions towards the door, "Do lead the way to the animal, please."
Menelglir can't help a quick, boyish giggle at that. He grins at Menawa, then quickens his pace toward the door. "It's over by the Chapterhouse. Don't ask where we got it from...honestly, you don't want to know. But I can't make the goat sick, either. And thanks." He grins again at her.
Menawa doesn't bother grabbing a cloak. The brisk walk will help keep her warm, truely. She moves along with Menelglir, nodding absently to grownups as they pass.
"So I got angry one day and decided enough was enough," Menelglir says as they walk--he keeps up a fairly swift pace, his long legs stretching easily enough, though the pace might leave the girl tired, perhaps. They wend their way down the streets.
"Meren wants to be a Scout one day...a Squire the next. Says he can't make up his mind. Apparently he talked to some Master Scout named Ceredir, who almost had him talked into joining the Scouts." Menelglir shrugs. "Our father was a Knight. I want to be a Knight."
Menawa actually picks up the hem of her skirt a bit and stretches her own legs. She doesn't lose her breath right away. "Perhaps it is his right to chose his path, just as it is your right. And mine."
"It is his right, yes," Menelglir nods vigorously. "Without a doubt. And I want him to be happy--or content in his choice. But he's my brother, Menawa. He's the only family I've ever really had--the only constant. And, well, if he's off in the Scouts somewhere and I'm a Knight...we'll never see each other."
"Plus, Arashen says the Scouts are rough men. They're not like us. So I worry about his choice."
Menawa blows a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, dodges a heavyset male, then comes back to Menelglir's side, "Master Scout Ceredir is a gentleman, and as honorable as any Knight I have known.. and I have known quite a few having been out to battle with some of them.. well, as a novice healer, but still." She steps over something dubious in the street and continues, "I would trust him with my honor as well as my life. If ever there is anyone for your brother to emulate, it is him."
"He is? And you were? What was it like, battle? I'm sure they'll send me out soon, given that I've sworn. And...they are so short on Squires, much less Knights." Some of the exuberance has gone out of Menelglir's tone as the talk switches to this.
"But...well, I'll tell Meren what you said about Master Scout Ceredir. But I think he wants to be with me, too. Might swear to be a Squire. It doesn't matter, does it--not ultimately?"
Menawa sighs as best she can, a little winded by the brisk walk. "No. A square or a knight can die just as easily as a scout."
If Menelglir notices that the girl is winded, he doesn't say, but maybe his pace does slow down just a touch. "Here." They've come to the Chapterhouse and Menel has led them around the back to a yard with stables. Off to one side--hidden by trees and shrubs--is a pen. With a goat quite contentedly chewing on leaves of a low-hanging tree. Tiny scraps of blue can be seen in its pen.
"That's him."
Menawa comes walking up to the goat, allowing her skirt to drop all the way to the ground, then kneels beside it and looks it over. "Well then, you do not look as if you are ill from the fabric." She tells the critter. Looking to Menel, she murmurs, "I am not entirely certain this will have good results."
The goat looks at Menawa, still chewing, then bleats..and resumes chewing, disinterested.
"Really?" Menelglir says, coming up behind the novice healer. "Then...don't give it to him. It'll be twice as bad if it's a ruined tunic _and_ a dead or sick goat."
Menawa lifts her face to look up at Menel.. and smiles, the sunlight touching her skin and giving it that healthy glow, her cheeks already pinked from the swift travel to get here. "Intelligent decision there." Approval colors her voice.
Again, Menelglir responds to the smile and now to the praise as well, his own grin practically ear to ear. Such a simple boy.
"That stuff.." He points to the vial that Menawa has. "It would make the goat throw up? Is that what it does?"
Menawa nods once, "It would, though Healer assured me that it would not continue to be ill past the first tossing of it's stomach's content."
"Hmmm...Can I save the medicine?" Menelglir then asks, considering the goat and then the girl. "I'm going to try to find some material to match the tunic, but if I can't find anything, then I'll need to make the beast vomit. But I have to run to the tailor's shop before it closes and before I'm needed to train again..."
Menawa stands and eyes the goat, then looks at Menelglir and holds out the vial, "Just a spoonfull of that is all you will need. It is not a big creature."
Menelglir takes the vial and carefully puts it in the pouch at his waste. "One spoonful, yes, m'lady. I'd better hurry, though.Got to fix the tunic tonight!" He turns, hurrying off already before he turns back witha sheepish grin. "Many thanks, m'lady!" He hurries off.
Menawa watches him go and shakes her head, then sets herself in motion. After a few steps, she stops, looks around, then goes back to pet the goat..
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Weather: Clear
Time: Midday <13:16:18 >
Season: Spring
Date: Oraearon - March 23, 3047
Real Time: Fri Jun 19 18:05:26 2009
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[Menawa(#20113)] It is a relatively quiet day in the House of Healing. Menawa has done her chores already, finishing them in a handy amount of time, and is currently rolling her sleeves back down, preparing for a trip to her favorite place.. the garden.
It is a gust of March wind and a scattering of leaves across the white marble floor that announce the arrival of a dark haired young man of 15 to the Houses of Healing. He is breathless, grinning, and--at first glance at least--appears to not be the least bit wounded or sick.
"Ma'am...?" Menelglir is a bit hesitant as he calls out toward the healer's back. He is the same as he was when they last had their little encounter, except that his Page uniform is gone, replaced by the white tunic of a White Squire of Dol Amroth--the entry position for those who have sworn their oath to the Prince.
Menawa turns, finishing tugging her sleeve down.. and smiles warmly, "Why, hello there. It has been a very long time since I have seen either you or your brother." Folding her hands demurely before herself, she continues. "I do hope this day finds you well, though the very fact that you are here just might hint otherwise."
"Oh..." Menelglir's face definitely falls as he recognizes the healer, and a certain maniacle gleam that might have sparkled in his eyes fades just a touch. "It's you...I mean well met. How are you, my lady?"
"I'm quite well...erm..I mean, I have a stomach pain." The youth presses his lips together as if trying hard not to smile.
Menawa crinkles her brows and tilts her head, watching the youth's reaction to her, taking in his words. She aproaches him and looks him down, then back up again, "What have you ingested, young man?" She asks him, not unkindly... it's just, she's back to acting the adult.
"I..uh...well.." Menelglir struggles a bit with the answer. "Well, linseed oil. Then some cod liver oil. Ate something I shouldn't have and ...well, what will help it? You know.." A pair of sea-gray eyes look up in attempted earnestness to Menawa.
Menawa seems all receptive at first, then rocks back on her heels a touch, crossing her arms under her breasts, and gives him /the/ look. You know the look. The one moms give children through the ages when they just /know/ they're being snowed. "Really now." She says a little dryly.
"Well...all right. I'll be honest. It's not for me. It's my brother. Bad stomachache, but he's too embarrassed to come here and ask for help," Menelglir says. A quick little glance out of the corner of his eye might indicate he is weighing Menawa's reaction.
Menawa arches an eyebrow, not even appearing /close/ to belief. "Mm hm." Which doesn't at all mean she's agreeing with him.
"It's a goat?" Menelglir cringes. "And it ate part of a Squire's tunic? Blue Squire...he's going to beat the stuffing out of me when he finds out?"
Menawa shakes her head and rolls her eyes a little, "Tell me what you really want, Menelglir." She arches the other brow a tiny bit, her eyes shrewd, but not cold.
"Well..._can_ you get a tunic sleeve, or part of it, _out_ of a goat?" the youth asks, cringing again. "I thought maybe oil. Speed the process somehow...Sorry, m'lady," he adds hastily. "Maybe one of the male healers? Maybe I can make the goat throw up?"
Menawa looks suprised now, "You were telling the truth about the goat?" her arms go down to her sides, "Seriously? Will he really be beaten?"
"It's the truth about the goat," Menelglir nods solemnly, "and it's Meren's fault...well, sort of. But I'm the one that's the White Squire, and I'll get blamed. So ..well, maybe I can take the ripped tunic to the Quartermaster and explain what happened? You think he'd believe me? The Quartermaster in the Chapterhouse."
Menawa dips her brows down again and thinks. "Are you sure getting the goat to throw up the sleeve will help? I mean, can it be salvaged? Would anyone really want to wear it?" She starts to move farther into the healing house.
"Well, if I can _clean_ it...he won't ever know that it was in a goat's stomach, no?" Menelglir says, hurrying after the girl. "Though I suppose he did chew it quite a bit. But Meren wanted to see ...well, never mind that," he frowns. "Guess I'll just beg the Quartermaster for a new tunic and hope it's not noticed."
"So..uh..how are you?" he tries, catching up to walk alongside Menawa. "We were in Dol Amroth for a while. Went with our cousin, Arashen, and I decided to swear my oath there. But Meren still hasn't made up his mind."
Menawa offers Menelglir a quick little, genuine (and not remotely adult) smile, "I have noticed the absence of you and your brother." She says, then places a hand lightly upon his arm as she stops. "Stay here." With those two words, she removes her hand and walks off towards an older woman in the same dove grey colored dress as herself. Mena drops a gentle, respectfull curtsy before her, then will spend a moment or two talking to her.
"It's our home...and I miss it, too," Menelglir says, sighing lightly. The girl's smile makes him beam with delight, goofily smiling back at her. "You should visit. I could show you so much stuff!" he blurts out, then colors a little red around his ears. Fortunately, Menawa goes to talk to the healer, and the White Squire watches curiously, gaze going between the younger and older women.
[Menawa(#20113)] The older woman shoots a very sour look Menelglir's way, causing Mena to reach out and lightly lay a hand upon the older woman's sleeve. The healer looks down at the novice and listens as Mena speaks quietly, withdrawing her hand back to herself. Finally, the older woman gives a faint snort, turns and walks away to a cabinet, then opens the door and reaches in. Menawa follows behind her, accepting a vial from the older woman. Slipping the small vial into a pocket of her apron, she gives another curtsy of respect, then glides back towards Menel, her hands folded demurely before her again.
Both of Menelglir's eyes widen as he watches this exchange, and he presses his lips together hard to keep from grinning. He silently watches Menawa return his way, trying to compose his face into a demure look to match his. "Thank you, m'lady. Terrible problem. Terrible," he adds for good measure--then whispers to Menawa once his back is turned on the older healer. "What did you tell her?"
Menawa crinkles her brow a little, "The truth.. that I wished to keep a friend from a beating for merely indulging in a little curiousity fueled learning." She motions towards the door, "Do lead the way to the animal, please."
Menelglir can't help a quick, boyish giggle at that. He grins at Menawa, then quickens his pace toward the door. "It's over by the Chapterhouse. Don't ask where we got it from...honestly, you don't want to know. But I can't make the goat sick, either. And thanks." He grins again at her.
Menawa doesn't bother grabbing a cloak. The brisk walk will help keep her warm, truely. She moves along with Menelglir, nodding absently to grownups as they pass.
"So I got angry one day and decided enough was enough," Menelglir says as they walk--he keeps up a fairly swift pace, his long legs stretching easily enough, though the pace might leave the girl tired, perhaps. They wend their way down the streets.
"Meren wants to be a Scout one day...a Squire the next. Says he can't make up his mind. Apparently he talked to some Master Scout named Ceredir, who almost had him talked into joining the Scouts." Menelglir shrugs. "Our father was a Knight. I want to be a Knight."
Menawa actually picks up the hem of her skirt a bit and stretches her own legs. She doesn't lose her breath right away. "Perhaps it is his right to chose his path, just as it is your right. And mine."
"It is his right, yes," Menelglir nods vigorously. "Without a doubt. And I want him to be happy--or content in his choice. But he's my brother, Menawa. He's the only family I've ever really had--the only constant. And, well, if he's off in the Scouts somewhere and I'm a Knight...we'll never see each other."
"Plus, Arashen says the Scouts are rough men. They're not like us. So I worry about his choice."
Menawa blows a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, dodges a heavyset male, then comes back to Menelglir's side, "Master Scout Ceredir is a gentleman, and as honorable as any Knight I have known.. and I have known quite a few having been out to battle with some of them.. well, as a novice healer, but still." She steps over something dubious in the street and continues, "I would trust him with my honor as well as my life. If ever there is anyone for your brother to emulate, it is him."
"He is? And you were? What was it like, battle? I'm sure they'll send me out soon, given that I've sworn. And...they are so short on Squires, much less Knights." Some of the exuberance has gone out of Menelglir's tone as the talk switches to this.
"But...well, I'll tell Meren what you said about Master Scout Ceredir. But I think he wants to be with me, too. Might swear to be a Squire. It doesn't matter, does it--not ultimately?"
Menawa sighs as best she can, a little winded by the brisk walk. "No. A square or a knight can die just as easily as a scout."
If Menelglir notices that the girl is winded, he doesn't say, but maybe his pace does slow down just a touch. "Here." They've come to the Chapterhouse and Menel has led them around the back to a yard with stables. Off to one side--hidden by trees and shrubs--is a pen. With a goat quite contentedly chewing on leaves of a low-hanging tree. Tiny scraps of blue can be seen in its pen.
"That's him."
Menawa comes walking up to the goat, allowing her skirt to drop all the way to the ground, then kneels beside it and looks it over. "Well then, you do not look as if you are ill from the fabric." She tells the critter. Looking to Menel, she murmurs, "I am not entirely certain this will have good results."
The goat looks at Menawa, still chewing, then bleats..and resumes chewing, disinterested.
"Really?" Menelglir says, coming up behind the novice healer. "Then...don't give it to him. It'll be twice as bad if it's a ruined tunic _and_ a dead or sick goat."
Menawa lifts her face to look up at Menel.. and smiles, the sunlight touching her skin and giving it that healthy glow, her cheeks already pinked from the swift travel to get here. "Intelligent decision there." Approval colors her voice.
Again, Menelglir responds to the smile and now to the praise as well, his own grin practically ear to ear. Such a simple boy.
"That stuff.." He points to the vial that Menawa has. "It would make the goat throw up? Is that what it does?"
Menawa nods once, "It would, though Healer assured me that it would not continue to be ill past the first tossing of it's stomach's content."
"Hmmm...Can I save the medicine?" Menelglir then asks, considering the goat and then the girl. "I'm going to try to find some material to match the tunic, but if I can't find anything, then I'll need to make the beast vomit. But I have to run to the tailor's shop before it closes and before I'm needed to train again..."
Menawa stands and eyes the goat, then looks at Menelglir and holds out the vial, "Just a spoonfull of that is all you will need. It is not a big creature."
Menelglir takes the vial and carefully puts it in the pouch at his waste. "One spoonful, yes, m'lady. I'd better hurry, though.Got to fix the tunic tonight!" He turns, hurrying off already before he turns back witha sheepish grin. "Many thanks, m'lady!" He hurries off.
Menawa watches him go and shakes her head, then sets herself in motion. After a few steps, she stops, looks around, then goes back to pet the goat..
Players: Menelglir,Menawa
Located in: Gondorian
