Oh-Shoot-Me-Now
Part Three: Haven
By:Lynn Osburn
((I seriously considered recording Trams and Kalieck's entier journy through Valdemar, but figured you people would get tired of it long before then!))
"Odd looks we are cirtianly getting." Kalieck snorted lightly and sat up straight on her Companion's back. "A Karsite they must never have seen." She adjusted herself, suddenly very aware of the fact that she stuck out like a sore thumbs amungs the paler people in Haven.
:They have, but only on the battlefield, and all of them were men.: Trams preened her ego a little. :And they've cirtanly never seen such a rare and exotic bloom like you.: He tossed his mane and sudenly pranced a little, as though fixing himself to make her look better. :I surprised that every man in Haven isn't at your feet, begging for marital vows.: Once again their was that cirtianty that all Companions seemed full of.
"Glad am I that the towns were so thoughtful." she smiled and ran a hand over her new outfit. It was nothing fancy, but considerably more durable and warmer then anything she'd had on. Border towns were always well prepared for winter months and so had been decent enough when she'd rode through town on a white horse asking for their charity. But no matter how much clothing they had given her, she still couldn't hide that mocha skin and those weirdly blue eyes. "Places this crowded, make me afraid."
It was as if her Companion had embraced her with warm, strong arms. :There is nothing to fear. Not a soul here doesn't know a Companion when they see one. No one will trouble you.: Tarms did however quicken his pace a little to get out of the streets. If the eyes of so many made his Chosen feel uncomfortable, then they needed to be out of sight. "Ahh. Look up Kali, and see your new home!:
The girl had been attemtpting to keep her features hidden by keeping her face downcast.Slowly she rose her gaze to the vision of the New Palace and the Collegium. Her blue eyes buldges, her jaw went slack, and her hand gripped Trams's mane. "That?" she stammered. "Huge it is. Massive!"
Trams could feel her nerves begining to build up again. :It's only big the first time you see it. After a year it won't even bother you anymore.You'll be more at home here then you ever were across the Border.: He promised and continued past the Gaurd at the gates. The man gave them both a friendly nod., giving Kalieck a slightly longer look, but not a rude one.
With in minuets of their arrival, they were greeted by two young men, one in Healer Greens, the other in Whites.Both looking for all the world like it was perfectly normal to see a Karsite within the capital. "Welcome young one, to the Collegium. I am Dean Elcarth and this young man beside me is Jessl, the Healer you requested."
"Request Healer I did not. Would not have been possible whilst I travled." Kalieck said and caught a soft smile from the Dean's kindly face. Even Trams appeared to be sniggering a bit. "He did it, did he not?" she eyes her Companion and the horse let out a laughter like whicker. "Mischevious they are, these Companions. Healer I do not need." she professed and began to dismount.
"Oh but I have it on excellent authority that you do need my services young Karsite. Perhaps not on your body, but on your mind." Jessl smiled and assisted her in a gentelmanly manor.
"Mind Heal...possible this is not."
"Possible this is yes." Jessl gently mocked her speech and lead her away. "Belive me young lady when I tell you that nearly everything is possible within the walls of this place. I shall attend to your needs for the moment, and when I have become satisfied that you are capible of sleep, I will return you to the compitent hands of your Heralds." he promised as though that was what she was worried about.
"Trams..." Kalieck turned and gave her Companion a fearful look.How did this Healer know about the dreams she suffered through? How could he possible know that she woke up with bags under her eyes and feeling more tired then when she'd fallen asleep.
:Go on Kali, this is for the best.I swear that Jessl will not lay a hand on you which is not nessicary. Trust him.: Trams nipped her fingers gently and encourgaed her to go on. As soon as the girl had dissapeared around the corner, Trams began to speek with Elcarth's companion out in the feild. :Tell Rolan that we have a new Trainee in the ranks.:
:And what is so important about this new Trainee that she need to be alerted to the most important of ours?: She wasn't asking to be crude, but rather to milk Trams for more information. Delivering a message was one thing, delivering an incompleat one, especially to the Queens Own, was entierly another.
:For one, I had to kidnap her from the other side of the Karsite Border, and let me tell you that was no picnic!:
:Oh your going to knock Kantor head over hooves with that tale! He seems to think himself special for bringing in that young Alberich about three years back!:
:But that isn't all.: Trams stopped her in the middle. :I need you to find out if anyone knows how to train a kestra'chern.:
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Jessl laid her down on a soft bed and began assessing the damage. Of course, he of all the Healers had been specificaly requested by Trams to attend to her. He had specific skills in trauma of this sort. Sad to say, the little Karsite was not the first child to come to the Collegia with a bashed spirit and broken dreams, and it was likely that she would not be the last. Jessl took extream care not to seem overbearing in any way, and for a Healer, that was extreamly difficult.
Jessl was a good looking man, or so he was informed. Light brown hair and gray green eyes, an slightly street urchin face, forever filled with mischif and a randy sense of humor. He had hands that looked more appropriate for a butchers shop then they did for the delicate art of Healing, but worked with exquisit nimbleness at both the body and the mind. He smiled at the hesitant Karsite and steped aside, allowing for her to see that the room held no hidden tourments for her.
It took a moment, but Kalieck entered, finding the room plesently warm and comfortable. "Heal me you intend? When all my scars have already been attended you shall have nothing to work with." she insisted as he began to take out ointments from the cupboards.
"Do you think that a body is the only thing that needs attention after an injury?"Jessl said without even the slightest mockery. "Let me be the first to assure you that this is never true. Quite frequently, people see their injurys as being their own fault, the Gods way of repaying them for somthing wrong they might have done. Yes I realise it's a ridiculas notion, but it's their way of viewing things." Slowly, he motioned for her to undress and to relax. "You need to be calm for this."
"Understand I stilll do not of this Healing you intend for me." She sat up in a defensive posture and set a stubborn look on her face. At her Companions side she had been at ease, but now, away from the closest friend one could ever have a faced with a strange man telling her to remove her clothing, she had turned an icy cheek. "And remove my clothing I will not." she connected eyes with him boldly, daring him to make her.
Jessl took a deep breath and prayed for patience. "I promise little one, I am no threat to your virtue." he did not move close but gave the impression that he had by turning his wrists palms up and extending them to her.'I am weaponless.' Was the statment he had been trying to make. Apparently it worked.
Kalieck did not remove all of her clothing, but she did discard down to the outfit that had once been her mark as a pleasure slave. She had expected an intake of breath at the amount of scars marking her body, or perhaps a tsk tsk as to what a pity it was, but recieved nither. There was only a thinking humm as the Healer looked her over.
"All of the old wounds have been properly taken care of, they we're sewn tight and proper, kept clean and clear of infection." he commented with approval. "Did you have a Healer of some sort back at you home?" Trams had been breif with the explination as too his Chosen's past but Jessl knew it would be better if he got the story first hand.
"Myself I did care for. Other girls did not dirty their hand with wounds of mine." There was a deffinate amount of contempt there, and a deffinat attempt to control it. "Learned quickly how too keep clean and how to sew well." Kalieck touched one of the long scars on her upper left arm. "Very quickly." her eyes became downcast and she bit her bottom lip.
Jessl took her arm in his hand and heard a light gasp. She hadn't realised that the Healer had gotten so close. With an expert eye he took a closer look at the work. There was nothing left of the scar but the thinnest of a pink line and some tightened skin here and there. "You are very talented. I think you may have a touch of the Healing Gift." he reached ford and took her cheek in his large hands, making about half of her face dissapear. "Now lie down, and don't be afraid."
Jessl was as good as Trams word and made sure that every movment of his hands could in no way be determined as a sexual advance on her. Hre body was tense for a long time into his probing, but his skillful massage soon weakened her muscle resistance and lulled the mocha skinned girl into sleep. He frowned, as soon as she closed both her eyes, her muscles tensed again, as though ready to jump at the slightest touch. She was going to be difficult to work with, but not impossible.
His fingers gave the lightest of touches to her temples and he slowly probed into her mind, knowing when to go to far and when to push a little. Within minuets he'd located the source of the nightmares and snipped it's tentecal like hold on her mind. Kalieck did not move or wake, but only gave a sigh that could easily be considered of relife. Her body finally seemed to relax and she breathed a little easier. Kalieck's problems were by no means over, but a clear mind in the morning would help considerably. But for now, Jessl decided to let her get the first decent nights sleep she'd had in probibly years.
Part Three: Haven
By:Lynn Osburn
((I seriously considered recording Trams and Kalieck's entier journy through Valdemar, but figured you people would get tired of it long before then!))
"Odd looks we are cirtianly getting." Kalieck snorted lightly and sat up straight on her Companion's back. "A Karsite they must never have seen." She adjusted herself, suddenly very aware of the fact that she stuck out like a sore thumbs amungs the paler people in Haven.
:They have, but only on the battlefield, and all of them were men.: Trams preened her ego a little. :And they've cirtanly never seen such a rare and exotic bloom like you.: He tossed his mane and sudenly pranced a little, as though fixing himself to make her look better. :I surprised that every man in Haven isn't at your feet, begging for marital vows.: Once again their was that cirtianty that all Companions seemed full of.
"Glad am I that the towns were so thoughtful." she smiled and ran a hand over her new outfit. It was nothing fancy, but considerably more durable and warmer then anything she'd had on. Border towns were always well prepared for winter months and so had been decent enough when she'd rode through town on a white horse asking for their charity. But no matter how much clothing they had given her, she still couldn't hide that mocha skin and those weirdly blue eyes. "Places this crowded, make me afraid."
It was as if her Companion had embraced her with warm, strong arms. :There is nothing to fear. Not a soul here doesn't know a Companion when they see one. No one will trouble you.: Tarms did however quicken his pace a little to get out of the streets. If the eyes of so many made his Chosen feel uncomfortable, then they needed to be out of sight. "Ahh. Look up Kali, and see your new home!:
The girl had been attemtpting to keep her features hidden by keeping her face downcast.Slowly she rose her gaze to the vision of the New Palace and the Collegium. Her blue eyes buldges, her jaw went slack, and her hand gripped Trams's mane. "That?" she stammered. "Huge it is. Massive!"
Trams could feel her nerves begining to build up again. :It's only big the first time you see it. After a year it won't even bother you anymore.You'll be more at home here then you ever were across the Border.: He promised and continued past the Gaurd at the gates. The man gave them both a friendly nod., giving Kalieck a slightly longer look, but not a rude one.
With in minuets of their arrival, they were greeted by two young men, one in Healer Greens, the other in Whites.Both looking for all the world like it was perfectly normal to see a Karsite within the capital. "Welcome young one, to the Collegium. I am Dean Elcarth and this young man beside me is Jessl, the Healer you requested."
"Request Healer I did not. Would not have been possible whilst I travled." Kalieck said and caught a soft smile from the Dean's kindly face. Even Trams appeared to be sniggering a bit. "He did it, did he not?" she eyes her Companion and the horse let out a laughter like whicker. "Mischevious they are, these Companions. Healer I do not need." she professed and began to dismount.
"Oh but I have it on excellent authority that you do need my services young Karsite. Perhaps not on your body, but on your mind." Jessl smiled and assisted her in a gentelmanly manor.
"Mind Heal...possible this is not."
"Possible this is yes." Jessl gently mocked her speech and lead her away. "Belive me young lady when I tell you that nearly everything is possible within the walls of this place. I shall attend to your needs for the moment, and when I have become satisfied that you are capible of sleep, I will return you to the compitent hands of your Heralds." he promised as though that was what she was worried about.
"Trams..." Kalieck turned and gave her Companion a fearful look.How did this Healer know about the dreams she suffered through? How could he possible know that she woke up with bags under her eyes and feeling more tired then when she'd fallen asleep.
:Go on Kali, this is for the best.I swear that Jessl will not lay a hand on you which is not nessicary. Trust him.: Trams nipped her fingers gently and encourgaed her to go on. As soon as the girl had dissapeared around the corner, Trams began to speek with Elcarth's companion out in the feild. :Tell Rolan that we have a new Trainee in the ranks.:
:And what is so important about this new Trainee that she need to be alerted to the most important of ours?: She wasn't asking to be crude, but rather to milk Trams for more information. Delivering a message was one thing, delivering an incompleat one, especially to the Queens Own, was entierly another.
:For one, I had to kidnap her from the other side of the Karsite Border, and let me tell you that was no picnic!:
:Oh your going to knock Kantor head over hooves with that tale! He seems to think himself special for bringing in that young Alberich about three years back!:
:But that isn't all.: Trams stopped her in the middle. :I need you to find out if anyone knows how to train a kestra'chern.:
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Jessl laid her down on a soft bed and began assessing the damage. Of course, he of all the Healers had been specificaly requested by Trams to attend to her. He had specific skills in trauma of this sort. Sad to say, the little Karsite was not the first child to come to the Collegia with a bashed spirit and broken dreams, and it was likely that she would not be the last. Jessl took extream care not to seem overbearing in any way, and for a Healer, that was extreamly difficult.
Jessl was a good looking man, or so he was informed. Light brown hair and gray green eyes, an slightly street urchin face, forever filled with mischif and a randy sense of humor. He had hands that looked more appropriate for a butchers shop then they did for the delicate art of Healing, but worked with exquisit nimbleness at both the body and the mind. He smiled at the hesitant Karsite and steped aside, allowing for her to see that the room held no hidden tourments for her.
It took a moment, but Kalieck entered, finding the room plesently warm and comfortable. "Heal me you intend? When all my scars have already been attended you shall have nothing to work with." she insisted as he began to take out ointments from the cupboards.
"Do you think that a body is the only thing that needs attention after an injury?"Jessl said without even the slightest mockery. "Let me be the first to assure you that this is never true. Quite frequently, people see their injurys as being their own fault, the Gods way of repaying them for somthing wrong they might have done. Yes I realise it's a ridiculas notion, but it's their way of viewing things." Slowly, he motioned for her to undress and to relax. "You need to be calm for this."
"Understand I stilll do not of this Healing you intend for me." She sat up in a defensive posture and set a stubborn look on her face. At her Companions side she had been at ease, but now, away from the closest friend one could ever have a faced with a strange man telling her to remove her clothing, she had turned an icy cheek. "And remove my clothing I will not." she connected eyes with him boldly, daring him to make her.
Jessl took a deep breath and prayed for patience. "I promise little one, I am no threat to your virtue." he did not move close but gave the impression that he had by turning his wrists palms up and extending them to her.'I am weaponless.' Was the statment he had been trying to make. Apparently it worked.
Kalieck did not remove all of her clothing, but she did discard down to the outfit that had once been her mark as a pleasure slave. She had expected an intake of breath at the amount of scars marking her body, or perhaps a tsk tsk as to what a pity it was, but recieved nither. There was only a thinking humm as the Healer looked her over.
"All of the old wounds have been properly taken care of, they we're sewn tight and proper, kept clean and clear of infection." he commented with approval. "Did you have a Healer of some sort back at you home?" Trams had been breif with the explination as too his Chosen's past but Jessl knew it would be better if he got the story first hand.
"Myself I did care for. Other girls did not dirty their hand with wounds of mine." There was a deffinate amount of contempt there, and a deffinat attempt to control it. "Learned quickly how too keep clean and how to sew well." Kalieck touched one of the long scars on her upper left arm. "Very quickly." her eyes became downcast and she bit her bottom lip.
Jessl took her arm in his hand and heard a light gasp. She hadn't realised that the Healer had gotten so close. With an expert eye he took a closer look at the work. There was nothing left of the scar but the thinnest of a pink line and some tightened skin here and there. "You are very talented. I think you may have a touch of the Healing Gift." he reached ford and took her cheek in his large hands, making about half of her face dissapear. "Now lie down, and don't be afraid."
Jessl was as good as Trams word and made sure that every movment of his hands could in no way be determined as a sexual advance on her. Hre body was tense for a long time into his probing, but his skillful massage soon weakened her muscle resistance and lulled the mocha skinned girl into sleep. He frowned, as soon as she closed both her eyes, her muscles tensed again, as though ready to jump at the slightest touch. She was going to be difficult to work with, but not impossible.
His fingers gave the lightest of touches to her temples and he slowly probed into her mind, knowing when to go to far and when to push a little. Within minuets he'd located the source of the nightmares and snipped it's tentecal like hold on her mind. Kalieck did not move or wake, but only gave a sigh that could easily be considered of relife. Her body finally seemed to relax and she breathed a little easier. Kalieck's problems were by no means over, but a clear mind in the morning would help considerably. But for now, Jessl decided to let her get the first decent nights sleep she'd had in probibly years.