I wanted to work on filler "episodes" between certain lovetalks, mostly because lovetalks are so obviously between two people, I thought it would be nice to show off the relationships between Charname and her friends as well. I don't know if it worked out very well, so some critique is wonderful! I am loving all of the good and bad that everyone has given me! I hope I will never come across as looking like I don't appreciate everything that you are all giving me.
Thanks for your help again, and I hope you enjoy this little filler.
Anomen first noticed his leader's overprotective behavior when that giant of hers, Minsc, got into a tussle and barely got scratched on account of her. Anomen crossed his arms indignantly as the group surrounded him and inspected the wound; it was barely a scratch, and could easily be disinfected and wrapped up! Minsc scratched at the small injury on his arm with a frown. "I apologize. I moved to protect Boo and the orc got under my armor. I am not sorry."
She smiled at him brightly; it was a smile that only the giant ranger received. "Don't you worry, Minsc, we'll get it fixed up. Anomen, can I borrow you for a second?"
"At your order, milady," the warrior cleric said, instantly by her side. Any slower and he would have been chastised by his superiors when he first became a squire, so he wouldn't let his leader be without him if she needed him. "How may I help you?"
The woman looked up at him, her voice soft but her eyes commanding. "Minsc needs to be healed. Can you ask Helm to heal him, Anomen?"
The cleric sputtered and reeled. Was this a joke? He didn't really have to use his magic to heal a scratch like that, did he? "Heal… what…? 'Tis a scratch, barely bleeding! I don't think…"
She was ignoring him again, turning back to Minsc as Anomen tried to explain what he did and didn't need to do. She spent more time cooing at the ranger than she did actually leading this band! Anomen glared in frustration as she spoke to the man. "Don't scratch it, Minsc, you'll get it infected. Anomen, if you don't heal it now, it'll get infected in due time now, and then you'll have to memorize a Cure Disease spell. Do you really want to make us waste time on you memorizing spells you'll only use once? Do you?"
Anomen was immediately defensive. Who did this woman think she was, telling him what to do as if he himself had no idea how to use his clerical spells? "Do you… how dare you speak to me so? I may be a cleric but there are better things to spend my time and energy on than healing a scratch that can be sterilized and bandaged!"
"He has a point, you know," Jaheira, the group's adviser, said stoically to their as the cleric dug around in his pack. She touched their leader's shoulder and nodded at the younger woman, but the soft gaze that their leader got turned into a harsh, cold glare when Jaheira turned to the cleric. "Although he could have said it with less poison. I'm watching you, Helmite; our leader is not one to be trifled with…"
Anomen shuddered involuntarily at the druid's glare, but managed to shrug it off as he finally obtained the items he was looking for. "You can thank me later for actually procuring the items for this kind of work, my lady, for you obviously think me so little as to be a bandage boy. Stand aside and let me do my work then!" The leader, the woman, glared at him from Minsc's side, and she looked like she was hesitant to leave the ranger in her cleric's care. Finally, she released him and let Anomen do his work. With careful work and precision, the cleric of Helm worked gently but quickly, applying the alcohol and wrapping the wound up loosely, so the ranger could continue his battles. "There, was that really so hard?"
The woman still didn't look pleased, and she spoke up warily, "He's not going to get infected then, will he?"
"Nay, the alcohol will kill the infection." He chuckled aloud at the thought. "'Tis a good thing I don't drink, or else we'd be up the River Styx without a paddle."
Minsc tested his arm out, and nodded brightly. "Anomen did a very good job! Boo congratulates you."
The cleric puffed up with pride, clearly soaking up the praise he deserved. His leader, however, didn't seem to share the same sentiment. "Yes, well, I suppose he did okay. I still say it would have been faster if he had listened and done what I told him to in the first place." There was nothing else that needed to be said. The woman pushed onward with crossed arms, and Anomen snorted. There really was no pleasing this woman!
…Although, if he was trying to please her, he should probably stop fighting with her first…
I hope I wasn't the only one who tended to use Anomen as little more than a healer when I was little. It took me maturation and adulthood to realize that he was just as capable of fighting alongside Minsc as Sarevok or Keldorn. I also hope that people tended to heal minor wounds with multiple Cure Light Wounds like I did whenever someone got a scratch during battle.
I tried to make her "childish immaturity" look more like a fear for her friends (After all, she lost Khalid and Dynahier and both of those hurt just as much as with Minsc and Jaheria) rather than a...n immature child. Whether or not I succeeded is up to you guys.
