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Wildcard · May 13, 2008, 06:52 PM

Abbot Caine nodded, resting a hand against the girl's back calmly as he passed her a hollow gourd canteen. She had been through quite an ordeal and it was quite striking that the two of them were even standing face to face.

"Easy young one.. drink."

The problems presented here were not so simple as a spiritual unbalance, the very fabric of the girl's energy and physicality bore an offset of strident manipulation. She would require extensive treatment perhaps every single brightening...

"I think that is enough for now unless confronting this topic helps you in some way.." The man paused to let the damaged girl drink. "Would you be comfortable staying here for the next month? I think it would be prudent if we allowed not only time, fresh peaches and clean air to heal you.. but a doctor's examination. Other things.. mental tools to aid in bridging the gap between your buried trauma and present reality. Clean your meridian lines.."
Noticing his trailing words, the gentle monk applied strength to the following speech.

"I would then ask you to eat only what I prescribe. After you regain your stamina.. perhaps a fast.. but I stand here not to damn you, judge you or nudge you. You Tacelyn will choose.. and progress accordingly. There are people here that may be able to help teach you the ways of healing and magic regeneration, while others would allow the mind to build in a slower.. proactive way. "

There was so much more the man wanted to say.. but he held his tongue back, watching two novices paint over an uneven stone wall. There was almost regret in the way he conveyed this empathy.. yet in the end the Abbot smoothed his robes while letting the shadow elf collect her thoughts.

"I am glad you have found us Tacelyn... It is good to meet you."

Like two lines of fate crossed by chance, the renewal of healing awoke in the man a sense of contentment at being able to assist when he could. Such a simple thing gave his life meaning, but the talkative stranger may become like so many of the rest .. a passing blur.. walking her own path .. in and out of the monastery with barely enough self-awareness to see the results of her wake. Time did not heal all wounds.. He could point at the moon but he could make her see it. It did not matter, the old man would find resolve and continue.. but perhaps after the midday meditation session.

May 13, 2008, 06:52 PM	#7 (permalink)
Wildcard Former Staff Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Frigid River Posts: 293	Abbot Caine nodded, resting a hand against the girl's back calmly as he passed her a hollow gourd canteen. She had been through quite an ordeal and it was quite striking that the two of them were even standing face to face. "Easy young one.. drink." The problems presented here were not so simple as a spiritual unbalance, the very fabric of the girl's energy and physicality bore an offset of strident manipulation. She would require extensive treatment perhaps every single brightening... "I think that is enough for now unless confronting this topic helps you in some way.." The man paused to let the damaged girl drink. "Would you be comfortable staying here for the next month? I think it would be prudent if we allowed not only time, fresh peaches and clean air to heal you.. but a doctor's examination. Other things.. mental tools to aid in bridging the gap between your buried trauma and present reality. Clean your meridian lines.." Noticing his trailing words, the gentle monk applied strength to the following speech. "I would then ask you to eat only what I prescribe. After you regain your stamina.. perhaps a fast.. but I stand here not to damn you, judge you or nudge you. You Tacelyn will choose.. and progress accordingly. There are people here that may be able to help teach you the ways of healing and magic regeneration, while others would allow the mind to build in a slower.. proactive way. " There was so much more the man wanted to say.. but he held his tongue back, watching two novices paint over an uneven stone wall. There was almost regret in the way he conveyed this empathy.. yet in the end the Abbot smoothed his robes while letting the shadow elf collect her thoughts. "I am glad you have found us Tacelyn... It is good to meet you." Like two lines of fate crossed by chance, the renewal of healing awoke in the man a sense of contentment at being able to assist when he could. Such a simple thing gave his life meaning, but the talkative stranger may become like so many of the rest .. a passing blur.. walking her own path .. in and out of the monastery with barely enough self-awareness to see the results of her wake. Time did not heal all wounds.. He could point at the moon but he could make her see it. It did not matter, the old man would find resolve and continue.. but perhaps after the midday meditation session. Last edited by Wildcard; May 13, 2008 at 08:15 PM.