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Healing: Tricks of Triage
Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:43 (XFF:

There were . . . particular benefits, she supposed, of being the M’Hael’s bondmate. Perhaps. In sooth, it took every last effort Myrth possessed not to feel guilty about it. Light, but he had tried to do harm to her. He had wanted to use her. Kill her, too! And if she was making the best of the situation after having forcibly bonded him, and if she was using this power of influence so that she might gain the ability to teach lessons here, so that she might extend a reputation even so far as the Black Tower . . . well, what did it make her? Human? No. Aes Sedai? Yes, that was it.

Saidar radiated the glowing sweetness of warmth through her inside the Black Tower, and Myrth was scratching an almost juvenile itch to hold the Power in a locale that was not the White Tower. She never held it in cities; even when she was returning to Cairhien to perform upkeep on her old home, she made sure someone painted the agelessness out of her face with Illusion, and she never touched the Source. Here, however, Myrth was liberated to channel. In a place that was not Tar Valon, it was strangely free. It was strangely strange. She liked it.

Myrth’s dark tresses fanned about behind her as her violet dress made the distinct swish-swish of a heightened pace, of walking with your destination known and your time constraints firmly on the mind. Her yellow-fringed shawl dangled indolently, garnering her a healthy amount of stares from the recruits in passing. The White and Black Towers were allied, certainly, but Myrth was not foolish enough to think that Aes Sedai and Asha’man were to act as brothers and sisters. Gosh, no. She was their counterpart, and she was their opposite; by peering at her, they saw the inverted reflection of themselves, and they saw what they weren’t. Asha’man weren’t Aes Sedai; oh, the world saw them as several paces less.

In the back of her mind, even as she navigated the compacted paths of the Black Tower, Myrth was aware of Lysander’s presence. They were close enough to register emotion, and Lysander was . . . not angry, no, but thinking. Thinking heavily. Brooding, even. The nasty fellow was sour enough about the situation he found himself, merciless to Myrth’s beck and call.

Guilt. It was not a sudden twinge, but a warm, disseminating sensation, not at all unlike the feeling of saidar in her pith. Sometimes, Myrth despised what she did. Weak in the Power, she hardly had the chance to gain influence in the White Tower, yet here was her chance. Random favours from Lysander had allowed her to complete Ajah assignments with greater ease. Even when parts of the world were lacking Eyes and Ears influence from her own Yellow Ajah, Myrth had been able to call upon Lysander’s resources. Spies in remote regions such as Windbiter’s Finger and World’s End had granted her information.

Oh, Light. Adriel. She loved him, and she only hoped she could forgive herself for not telling her lover. He would never understand.

“Aes Sedai.”

Myrth held herself to a stop, turning to eye the man–the deep voice said as much–who had addressed her. He had the distinct Shienaran topknot, though this one was sturdily grey. Hallmarks of age were peeking through his skin. He did not look cheerful. Not really. His face was hard, certainly, and where there was softness of lack skin, there was the equal brittle Asha’man edge.

Nodding respectfully, if not deferring, Myrth chimed in with a, “Good morning, Asha’man–Gentry?”

“Gentry indeed,” he said instantly, “and you must be Myrth. Myrth Sedai, rather. Lysander informed me that you would be arriving.”

It was the most tiny thing ever, and she was even somewhat proud for noticing, but the man did not name him M’Hael. Were any Aes Sedai to casually name the Amyrlin “Evelyn,” well . . . Myrth did not know what would happen, as she doubted the situation would ever come about, and she was thankful. A subtle thing, and the man did not seem to notice. Moving on.

“The lesson will transpire in the Infirmary, though we will gather outside of it, if you’ll follow me,” Gentry continued stonily, taking the lead. Not all Asha’man could be like Polourence, she noted, remembering her last teaching opportunity here at the Black Tower. Polourence had been a gentleman.

Minutes later, Myrth and Gentry found themselves standing outside the large, burnished building known as the Infirmary. It was handsome, built of dark brick with subtle addendums of lacquered wood and . . . marble? In touches. Light. Their Infirmary was beautiful, though somewhat less practical than the sterile, clean surroundings of the White Tower’s. It was properly yellow, too. It did not take long for the recruits to come. Soldiers and Dedicated alike showed themselves. Not a particularly large group, no, but a group nonetheless. A very workable group.

“Good day, everyone,” Myrth greeted, smiling as her brown-eyed gaze weighed upon each in turn. “I am Myrth Vendedd, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah, and I am here to teach you the subject of Healing. Though sometimes a tricky weave, Healing is actually kind of–”

“Healing is death if in the wrong hands,” Gentry intoned, blue eyes dredging silence and respect from the recruits. “It is death in that, if performed improperly, the lack of aid can cause the victim to die. If used improperly, too, the very weave itself can kill. It is said that Healing is the most deadly of the non-deadly weaves. Remember this. We will go about learning Healing for the purpose of triage on the battlefield–that is, to use it efficiently enough to treat as many wounded soldiers and possible.”

Myrth blinked. Oh, Light. If the White Tower had such a heavy-handed approach to Healing, well . . . she did not want to think about how think the Yellow Ajah’s ranks would be. “Right. Anyway, give your name, age, Track–” She almost accidentally said Ajah. “–and whatever else you find fit. Then we can begin.”

OOC: Hello! This is a Healing lesson (yay!) and it’s not just for those with the Talent of Healing, either. Soldiers, Dedicated, and Accepted can join for Healing credit, and Soldiers and Dedicated without the Talent are free to join for CRP credit. *grins* I’d like 400 words minimum, describing your character coming to the lesson, and Part I will be up in a week.

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