RP:Physicians Assistant

Part of the Rise of Larket Arc

Artia :: The Apothecary left her kitchen with basket full of vial. a strapless dress with no shoulders and an open back is seen on her, covered only by a translucent purple fabric. The bottom is a wide, detail affair and with layers of that translucent fabric on top of it to help fluff, so the dress isn't just straight. The whole dress is a deep royal purple. Embroidered along the skirt are organic squiggly circles emulating the texture of coral in a softly-glowing pink thread. The front of the top has its fabric folded and shaped artistically to form that everpresent trilobite logo, though it's a three-dimensional folded shape. Cyan blue optics scanning the main streets for Sabrina, she said the sickbay is always open. After talking to Ikked she found out about Sabrina, she was indeed the healer the Larket people had missed. She needed to apologize as her mind was so flooded on the fermin lately that she completely over thought it. Moving into the bakery, "Kyla, when will Kaiah be about?" Kyla shrugged with a smile bringing over a treat and glass of wine. "Here you go. Don't try to say no this time, no one owe me nothing. Also I brought the elixir to help your cough." Handing payment and the vial over she smiled to Kyla as the female walked off.

Sabrina sat at the table furthest from the door, pilfering through a stack of semi-rolled parchments. Three small purses sat on the table before her as she considered each piece and laid them down as possibilities for each purse. She was in deep concentration, having already disgusted Kyla to the point of not bothering her with service- it wouldn’t matter she paid well enough that it didn’t matter whether she ordered or not; as per her usual, she did not. Artia was the least of her worries, as of yet the elfess did not merit the Human a matter of concern. Frustrated she lays the remaining papers on the table and rests her elbows on the table, running thin gloved fingers through lengthy silken trusses. She let out a miserable groan and picked up her work, half interested at this point for she had been at it for hours. viridian gaze rises to meet with soft voices, a thin dark brow arches and pointed ears twitch lightly to the sound. It was the woman with the vials again. “Did you find your flower?” In truth she didn’t give a damn, but it was polite and she was told often to work on her people skills… bedside manner not being a particular strongpoint and in her profession that simply would not do.

Xzavior did not have plans on being here, only entering after seeing Artia. Trading out his usual robe with a dark blue long sleeved shirt that had darker vine like designs that spiderwebbed across the side and chest. Making his way into the eatery he maneuvered his ice blue scaled tail around to take up as little space as possible as he came up besides Artia as she finished talking to Kyla. "Hey, good to see you again."

Artia looked at Sabrina and offered her a smile, she didn't know what to expect from this female but Ikked spoke high of her, "Yes i did, i had a house call and I made the potion needed for it." She looked down at the wine, "I'm told your the one that got the sickbay built and going. I thank you for doing that, and I am told you are the healer. So I will no longer need to work there as the healer than, welcome back. Kelovath put me in as the Apothecary over two years ago, I also stepped up and started working as the healer. For past almost three year now, I am almost done making the antidote that heals those that catch the sickness from the fermin." She stopped rambling, and took a sip of the wine. Looking to Xzavior she smiled, "Xzavior this is Larket's Healer, Sabrina this is my apprentice."

Sabrina blinked in a sort of shock, the kind of barely noticeable shock that only her kind could convey. What were the odds of seeing two Naga in one day, versus how long since she’d seen any at all… and in these parts? It was truly perplexing, also, it didn’t matter. She adjusted in her seat, lifting her raven locks over the back of the chair and the fell like an inky flood to lightly dust the floor behind her. Any normal day those locks would have been tamed in intricate braids, ornate and beautiful- but today was not one of those days. She crossed her legs neatly, propriety generally being a permanent state for her despite her outwardly rude nature. She was adorned in well fitted leathers to a keen eye they were well made but essentially simplistic. Knee high boots housed a two-inch heel to give her the idea of being taller than what she was, which was slight at best. Every inch of her was covered from the neck to the floor and down to the tips of thin and perfectly gloved fingers. As Artia speaks her brows furrow, but she lets her finish. “I operate the House of Ara, Larkets clinic. The Sickbays are for overflow in times of crisis such as this. I have been gone for seven months, four days. Apologies if you don’t ring a bell in my memories- my recollections aren’t as fluidly attainable as most.” She looks to Xzavior, the whole up and down, and I-don’-t know- enough- about -you- kinda look before she returns her gaze to the human once more. “I will show you the proper healing house, the amenities are far better taken care of and… clean.” She rummages through the stack of papers. “ Since our last meeting…” she never slept so a time frame is vague at best “… lets see here.” A pause. “ Yes, I have hired an engineer to close off entrances and.. where is it.” She exhales slowly “ taking interviews for some guard postings at Lucy’s.” She looks up to Artia in question “We do still use the passage to make purchases from the Fermin Apothecary? Or are we no longer in good standing?”

Xzavior gave the woman a curious look as Artia introduced her to him and offered a slight bow, "A pleasure. As she said, my name is Xzavior." He gave her a friendly smile despite her outward appearance. He chuckled to himself at the look she gave him after looking him over finding it familiar to the first time that Artia set eyes on him, though Artia's look had more curiosity behind it.

Artia took another sip, "The sickbay been kept very clean I even had a shelf and storage room added. It's a magic entrance, just a walk through wall. I became the Apothecary March the twenty-fifth two years ago. I'm sorry it doesn't I've been there. At first I just made the potions and such needed, and than I was told there was no longer a healer. I stepped up than, I'm guessing you had important matters to attend too since you had to leave Ara. If want I can keep the three guards I've hired to keep eye over the corpse of those died." Gritting her teeth, "Anything fermin I don't recommend at the moment as they are doing the chaos that you see." With a short pause collecting her thought, "I've been getting supplies made in Larket actually, I've gotten the sickbay where everything used except ingredients being all from Larket. I've even managed to work out being allies with a group of nagas, one who wishes to be queen. Also with a lycan who has a large pack. Along with a list long of people that would come to Larket's aid if we need of it." Standing up, "I'm sorry but I must go, I hope to see you again." Dropping the basket of vials infront of her, each labeled with the purpose. "This helps relieve the symptoms." Offering a nod to Xzavior and a wink as she left.

Sabrina gave Xzavior a kind of forced split-second smile that was both sarcastic and unamused. “Sabrina, charmed I’m sure.” She reminded herself of an appointment with a possible candidate for her own apprentice again, as apprenticeships went she found them to be tedious and more time consuming than effective. She jots down the note on the approval page for her engineer. As for Artia, Sabrina would be the judge of what was clean and what was truly sanitary. “I can handle the Fermin…” followed by a mumble of ‘under my boot if I have to.’ But, some of their items proved to be of great use and one way or another Sabrina would get her hands on them. “Allies are always good, keep the guards.” She looks to the basket of vials with labels and smirks… an idea for an experienced healer to still find the need to label things. She concluded that it must be for the purpose of the novice apprentice. Sabrina does not say goodbye, nor do her eyes follow the woman out the door as she picks up a vial, opens it and gives it a sniff. Not very potent but it should do the trick, for symptoms but not a cure. She looks up at the pale Naga “What am I supposed to do with this?” In her mind, while an apothecary was good for treating illness they were rarely expedient healers and most dire patients died during treatment while they followed doctors’ orders to ‘wait it out.’ She pushes the basket to Xzavior and begins arranging her paperwork, giving him directions without the decency to even look him in the eye. “The House of Ara is along the river; it will present itself to those it deems worthy. There is no ‘magic wall’ to protect it.” She seemed highly upset at the short interlude but if there was nothing else to discuss she had work to do.

Xzavior gave a quick wave to Artia as she left before turning back to the healer. She was a character, the first person to show any form of hostility towards him since he awoke in the new Hollow. Other than the one time he was shot at. But that ended with a happy note for both parties. It was true that the labels were for his use having not gotten acquainted with each elixir's look and scent yet. At the comment of being able to handle the Fermin he thought to himself, 'yes, but after how long and how many deaths?' He didn't though, that would be rude of him. His smile turned to a smirk as she pushed the basket towards him, copying her movements he picked up a vial but didn't open it, rather spun it around as if observing it, and placed it back in it's place, "Now this is just my thoughts, but I think you are supposed to use these with a sick patient. That's just me though." At her mention of where the House was he recalled having been to that area a few times. He hadn't seen anything because he wasn't looking. "It's nice to meet someone who cares for their city. Building a sick bay and a hospital then running it yourself takes a bit of dedication."

Sabrina actually did stop to observe his actions, his comment elicited and honest laugh. It was the first bit of positive she had since her return. “I didn’t build the Sickbay, it is a modified type of barracks that were no longer in use. And Ara presented itself to me- I am not sure anyone built it, as far as I can tell it is an entity more than a structure. But, it is home and has been for many years.” And with that came a guilty admission “there was a time when Larket flourished, it didn’t take so much time as it did money and resources. I took on apprentices in classes, and we did well. You have to realize...” she clasped gloved fingers atop the paperwork that was clearly not getting done any time soon.” … When I left, Larket was in one piece, and in my absence it all went to pot. Now, I have a mess to clean up, I don’t really know where to start and I need the Ambassador to fashion some sort of trade agreement with the very beings that are poisoning my people.” She sighs. “To be honest, I don’t know how it could have possibly gotten this bad, this fast. But, I am pooling my resources and I will try at some point to reconnect with the two living dignitaries that are supposed to be overseeing Larket’s safety.”

Xzavior smiled at being able to get a laugh out of her. Just the right words in the right situation to break the ice. He sank down into his coils to listen to her nodding solemnly at how fast everything went downhill. "Fate always finds that right moment to throw hell at you. And it seems to happen right when something great is about to arise." He shook his head with a sigh, "I would offer to be that ambassador, but I can't really stand anyone who would kill innocents by accident or planned. And this is very clearly all planned out. Though their goal is still in question."

Sabrina nods, killing for the sake of killing was not the way of a Druid, in earnest it wasn’t a habit for her to take sides but she took an oath to protect Ara, and Ara is in Larket- thusly she would remain on the side of what best suited Larket. “Something great… I just wish things were how they used to be.” She stacked all the papers in one pile and sifted them into her bag with two of the three purses meant for payroll. She retrieves from the bag the Fermin Apothecaries most useful pot. Handing over to him the most basic tool of his trade she begs him “Use it wisely, until I can barter more.” She then admits “I have no real use for it as my methods are a little more refined and concrete… less room for failure. But these humans, rudimentary as they are have survived this long through perseverance and their race is not out for the count yet.” She takes off both gloves, laying them neatly on the table. “As for me, I have my own ways.” The pale and fragile hand grips two separate boards on the table, where the first turn warped and dry, the other sprouts a single leaf. “Sadly, its only ever a trade, really.” The smell of fresh wood saturates the area around the table and the gloves are then returned to their proper appendages.

Xzavior was surprised at the offer of the potion. He gave it an actual look over this time seeing as he had never had the chance to use the potion before. "Thank you, I won't go tossing this at the first sick person I see." He watched intrigued as she took off her gloves and as he could assume, transfer the life energy from one board to another. When she said that it was only ever a trade off he gave a knowing nod, "Equivalent exchange. Can't take so much without giving the same back." It reminded him of how his cryomancy worked, all it was was an absence of heat. So if he really wanted to try he could possibly use pyromancy. "Magic based healing does have a lot more upsides rather then being stuck with only herbs and potions. I would like to learn if at all possible but given at how long it took me to master my own practice I'm not sure how long it would take me to learn another."

Sabrina laughs out loud, it was a pleasant laugh that few rarely heard. “I am an Ardent, love. You cannot learn what has been done to me.” She straightens her sleeves and adds more positively. “But I did learn to master it by taking things apart and putting them back together.” Eerily she did mean what was likely going through his head, and by now she was a master surgeon. “In the sacrifice of some I have learned not only the control of flow, but the inner workings, so I may heal more efficiently.” She did mean what she said though, about this being done -to her- she considered it a curse more than anything and maybe now he’d have had the slightest hint as to the purpose of her full body garb. She could not without consequence be touched. “If you would like I can teach you the biological aspect, but I would ask you leave the folk remedies to your current teacher. It is best to learn a wide range of the art rather than a singular focus.”

Xzavior just shrugged at the dark hint, "There are few ways to learn without giving something up." though with a smile he said, "You know what I mean though, I just want to learn a form of healing other than what Artia has to offer. Don't get me wrong, she is a great teacher, but as you said it is only a small bit of a larger picture." He did get at what the whole load of clothing was about.

Sabrina nodded, and stood. Business as usual, and there was still business to be had. “Agreed, I will be at Ara most days, there is a lot of cleaning up to do, and I am torn between many tasks tonight.” She pulls up the collar of her leather duster and picks up a bow that was slung behind her chair, pulling it over her head to sling more appropriately across her slight frame. “I trust Artia has given you the bare basics so you should have a lead from my other students. It will not be too long before you can take point, and with enough practice and commitment to memory I think you should do well enough.” She steps away from the table, giving him a formal bow. She did give respect to those who spoke to her and not at her. “Until then Xzavior, safe travels. “ As she walked by him she would leave a lingering scent of sandalwood with a hint of vanilla in her wake.

Xzavior would return the bow, only having to extend his tail to do so, "I'll definitely do the best I can. Thank you for the opportunity," As she went to walk out he turned and called, "And thank you for allowing me the company." It was an interesting scent she left behind, a pleasant one anyways. He was glad he was able to actually talk to her, he knew within the first few minutes in her presence that this conversation could have went a completely different path.