Post by Hikaru on Feb 14, 2019 5:39:01 GMT
“Come back,” his voice drifted through to her, “Come back to yourself. Pull back. Remember who you are. Come home.”
Slowly, Hikaru pulled away from all the life that surrounded her. She withdrew carefully. Gathering herself like one would gather cloth into a bundle. As though she was rolling string back into a ball. She drew her ki back. Hikaru gathered her life, and she came home inside herself. Inside to where it all began. In her breath. In her heart.
“Open your eyes.”
Mollau and Hikaru came back at the same time. Their eyes meeting across the table they sat upon. He smiled at her and… she smiled back.
“Ready to go on?” Mollau inclined his head to her.
Hikaru took another deep breath, and then nodded. She pushed herself to her feet, and Mollau followed, standing as well. Of course the older namekian stood up with a little more difficulty. He grunted and then stretched, his back popping with light clicks.
Mollau folded his hands behind his back and then exited the house, Hikaru following behind him. The two walked wordlessly through the village, enjoying the sights and sounds of peaceful life. The laughter of the children. The conversations and sounds of work.
Others hailed Mollau and Hikaru. She had become a welcome member of the village. She was no longer the stranger that Mamoru had rescued. No longer the outsider under Mollau’s care. She was Hikaru. She was one of them.
After a short walk through the village, Hikaru and Mollau stepped into the house of healing. The very same place Hikaru had spent her first days. Other sick and injured had since taken her place.
There was Bool, the tuffle with a broken leg from the recent accident at the factory up river, and Shallu, a young namekian child with a slight fever. They were the only current occupants of the healing house.
Mollau gestured to Bool for Hikaru, and then moved to Shallu. He wanted Hikaru to learn to deal with wounds before the more complex matters of illness. She had started out with simple scrapes and bruises and had worked her way up to more complex injuries. He was confident that she would be able to take care of Bool’s broken leg.
“Hey there, Miss Hikaru,” Bool grunted in greeting. He was considered to be a grumpy old man, but the truth was he simply didn’t speak if he had nothing to say… he and Hikaru got along instantly.
Hikaru gave him a nod of greeting and then crouched at his bedside. At this point this is where Mollau would make small talk and ask the patient how they were doing. Hikaru simply held her hands over Bool’s leg and closed her eyes.
Using her earlier lessons Hikaru extended her ki outward, but this time she focused on using her hands as a directional outlet. Her ki flowed forward and ghosted along Bool’s leg. The old man grunted at the sensation, a noise of surprise, not pain.
Hikaru probed along the skin, the fat, and muscle to the bones deep inside. Bool had a cracked tibia. It wasn’t a bad break. More a hairline fracture. She might be able to heal in in one sitting, if she did this right… the more she’d been practicing, the more efficient she’d been getting with her ki.
Hikaru felt the flow of Bool’s own ki, and began to guide it along to stimulate his own natural healing abilities. Then she put her own ki into the process, aiding him. Her hands glowed with a soft white like that thrummed in time to Bool’s heart beat.
The old tuffle seemed to sigh and sit back further in his bed as the healing took affect. Hikaru smiled inwardly, that meant she was doing her job right. The healing was working.
After a few minutes, Hikaru probed through the bone again, and felt no sign of the crack any longer. Slowly she drew her ki out from Bool’s and opened her eyes. Then, wordlessly, she began to unwrap his leg and begin removing the splint.
“All done there?” Bool grunted with an arched eyebrow.
“Yes,” she said simply.
“That's all, huh?” Bool said with slight surprise, and then carefully flexed his leg. He was obviously surprised when he felt no pain, “Wow. Thank you, miss.”
Hikaru’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, and then tilted her head to Bool in a little nod. Even that barest of smiles was a surprise to see coming from Hikaru. However, she was really pleased with the results of her training. She couldn’t help the slight bit of pride that warmed in her.
The human stepped away from Bool’s bed and made her way to Mollau. He was speaking warmly with Shallu, and wringing out a wet towel into a bowl. When the towel was no longer dripping, and merely damp, he placed it on the boy’s forehead. Hikaru stepped in to catch the tail end of the conversation.
“You’ll be fine by tomorrow’s 2nd bell, Shallu. But I need you to rest a little longer.”
The boy offered no complaint, only snuggled deeper into his blankets. Mildly curious Hikaru gently examined the boy’s ki. Illness affected ki differently than injury, and it was different with each illness. This was where a majority of Mollau’s knowledge came into play. Hikaru didn’t have nearly as much as experience as the Namekian healer, and so she couldn’t read the boy’s ki. It seemed fine to her. No different than the usual. But she was more experienced in finding damage in a specific location. Illness was a more generalized affliction, and so she didn’t know what to look for…
Mollau patted the boy’s hand, and set aside the bowl before standing up and walking away with Hikaru. He noted Bool standing up and testing his weight on his leg and smiled broadly.
“How do you feel, Bool?” Mollau asked.
“Right as rain, sir,” the tuffle responded.
“No pain? Hikaru did well?” Mollau double checked.
“She did just fine, sir. No pain. No problem. Am I free to go now?”
“Hm,” Mollau looked Bool over and then nodded, “Of course, Bool! You can leave now. Be careful returning back, alright?”
Bool nodded and gave a casual salute to the healer and his apprentice, “Well, alright then. Thanks again, Miss Hikaru.”
Hikaru nodded and raised her hand in farewell at Bool’s retreating back. Mollau moved to the bed and started gathering the discarded splint and bandages left behind. Hikaru helped him, also grabbing the sheets to be set aside for laundering. Mollau was a stickler for cleanliness, he always made sure the beds had fresh sheets.
“How did it go?” Mollau asked. The question wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed. He wasn’t just asking Hikaru how the healing went, but also about what she had learned from the process. It wasn’t quite a test, so much as a way for him to gauge how much she was learning.
“Hairline fracture. Tibia.” She responded as she placed the bedding in a laundry basket, and then grabbed fresh sheets, “More likely from falling or striking something rather than being crushed.”
Mollau nodded, “Good job. Yes, Bool had jumped from a second floor to escape a fire. He had landed badly on the way down.”
Hikaru’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. By that description, he should be injured worse. At the very least the break would either have been larger or affected but the tibia and fibula. And it would be very unlikely for Bool to have escaped without some sort or burns or smoke inhalation.
Mollau, who had spent enough time with Hikaru to start to understand read these tiny cues, reached out and patted her shoulder.
“This was Bool’s 2nd healing,” Mollau explained, “I had already done a majority of the healing before. But had many to attend to. I hadn't been able to insure a complete healing. Your assessment was correct. Have no fear.”
“Ah,” Hikaru nodded, appeased by Mollau’s explanation.
The Namekian healer chuckled. Hikaru was a hard worker, but sometimes too hard on herself. He knew that she would have been frustrated had she been wrong. Oh, she wouldn’t have shown it, nor said anything. But he had learned to catch the subtle signs.
“I noticed you were looking at Shallu’s energy. Tell me, what were you able to see?”
Hikaru flipped out the sheet smartly, and then laid it over the bed, “Not much. It… seemed different though.”
“Hmmm,” Mollau hummed thoughtfully, “Good, good.”
Hikaru looked up and cocked her head at him, pausing in tucking in the sheets tightly.
“Before you couldn’t sense anything but damaged areas. Now you’re starting to sense the more subtle effects that can affect the ki as a whole. Not just a single injury. That takes a more careful examination,” Mollau explained.
Hikaru thought for a moment, smoothing out wrinkles before placing the thicker blanket over the top next, “But I couldn’t tell what exactly was different.”
“That’s alright. You will learn with experience, and in time you’ll know what to look for. But until then,” the healer moved to a shelf and lifted up a heavy book, “We will continue on the chapter of fevers to help you understand.”
Hikaru glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping Shallu, then looked back at Mollau. She gave him a nod.
Word Count: 1,609
Power Level: 6,918
Heavy Weighted Power Level: 1,729
Hikaru has learned Namekian Style Healing.
Slowly, Hikaru pulled away from all the life that surrounded her. She withdrew carefully. Gathering herself like one would gather cloth into a bundle. As though she was rolling string back into a ball. She drew her ki back. Hikaru gathered her life, and she came home inside herself. Inside to where it all began. In her breath. In her heart.
“Open your eyes.”
Mollau and Hikaru came back at the same time. Their eyes meeting across the table they sat upon. He smiled at her and… she smiled back.
“Ready to go on?” Mollau inclined his head to her.
Hikaru took another deep breath, and then nodded. She pushed herself to her feet, and Mollau followed, standing as well. Of course the older namekian stood up with a little more difficulty. He grunted and then stretched, his back popping with light clicks.
Mollau folded his hands behind his back and then exited the house, Hikaru following behind him. The two walked wordlessly through the village, enjoying the sights and sounds of peaceful life. The laughter of the children. The conversations and sounds of work.
Others hailed Mollau and Hikaru. She had become a welcome member of the village. She was no longer the stranger that Mamoru had rescued. No longer the outsider under Mollau’s care. She was Hikaru. She was one of them.
After a short walk through the village, Hikaru and Mollau stepped into the house of healing. The very same place Hikaru had spent her first days. Other sick and injured had since taken her place.
There was Bool, the tuffle with a broken leg from the recent accident at the factory up river, and Shallu, a young namekian child with a slight fever. They were the only current occupants of the healing house.
Mollau gestured to Bool for Hikaru, and then moved to Shallu. He wanted Hikaru to learn to deal with wounds before the more complex matters of illness. She had started out with simple scrapes and bruises and had worked her way up to more complex injuries. He was confident that she would be able to take care of Bool’s broken leg.
“Hey there, Miss Hikaru,” Bool grunted in greeting. He was considered to be a grumpy old man, but the truth was he simply didn’t speak if he had nothing to say… he and Hikaru got along instantly.
Hikaru gave him a nod of greeting and then crouched at his bedside. At this point this is where Mollau would make small talk and ask the patient how they were doing. Hikaru simply held her hands over Bool’s leg and closed her eyes.
Using her earlier lessons Hikaru extended her ki outward, but this time she focused on using her hands as a directional outlet. Her ki flowed forward and ghosted along Bool’s leg. The old man grunted at the sensation, a noise of surprise, not pain.
Hikaru probed along the skin, the fat, and muscle to the bones deep inside. Bool had a cracked tibia. It wasn’t a bad break. More a hairline fracture. She might be able to heal in in one sitting, if she did this right… the more she’d been practicing, the more efficient she’d been getting with her ki.
Hikaru felt the flow of Bool’s own ki, and began to guide it along to stimulate his own natural healing abilities. Then she put her own ki into the process, aiding him. Her hands glowed with a soft white like that thrummed in time to Bool’s heart beat.
The old tuffle seemed to sigh and sit back further in his bed as the healing took affect. Hikaru smiled inwardly, that meant she was doing her job right. The healing was working.
After a few minutes, Hikaru probed through the bone again, and felt no sign of the crack any longer. Slowly she drew her ki out from Bool’s and opened her eyes. Then, wordlessly, she began to unwrap his leg and begin removing the splint.
“All done there?” Bool grunted with an arched eyebrow.
“Yes,” she said simply.
“That's all, huh?” Bool said with slight surprise, and then carefully flexed his leg. He was obviously surprised when he felt no pain, “Wow. Thank you, miss.”
Hikaru’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, and then tilted her head to Bool in a little nod. Even that barest of smiles was a surprise to see coming from Hikaru. However, she was really pleased with the results of her training. She couldn’t help the slight bit of pride that warmed in her.
The human stepped away from Bool’s bed and made her way to Mollau. He was speaking warmly with Shallu, and wringing out a wet towel into a bowl. When the towel was no longer dripping, and merely damp, he placed it on the boy’s forehead. Hikaru stepped in to catch the tail end of the conversation.
“You’ll be fine by tomorrow’s 2nd bell, Shallu. But I need you to rest a little longer.”
The boy offered no complaint, only snuggled deeper into his blankets. Mildly curious Hikaru gently examined the boy’s ki. Illness affected ki differently than injury, and it was different with each illness. This was where a majority of Mollau’s knowledge came into play. Hikaru didn’t have nearly as much as experience as the Namekian healer, and so she couldn’t read the boy’s ki. It seemed fine to her. No different than the usual. But she was more experienced in finding damage in a specific location. Illness was a more generalized affliction, and so she didn’t know what to look for…
Mollau patted the boy’s hand, and set aside the bowl before standing up and walking away with Hikaru. He noted Bool standing up and testing his weight on his leg and smiled broadly.
“How do you feel, Bool?” Mollau asked.
“Right as rain, sir,” the tuffle responded.
“No pain? Hikaru did well?” Mollau double checked.
“She did just fine, sir. No pain. No problem. Am I free to go now?”
“Hm,” Mollau looked Bool over and then nodded, “Of course, Bool! You can leave now. Be careful returning back, alright?”
Bool nodded and gave a casual salute to the healer and his apprentice, “Well, alright then. Thanks again, Miss Hikaru.”
Hikaru nodded and raised her hand in farewell at Bool’s retreating back. Mollau moved to the bed and started gathering the discarded splint and bandages left behind. Hikaru helped him, also grabbing the sheets to be set aside for laundering. Mollau was a stickler for cleanliness, he always made sure the beds had fresh sheets.
“How did it go?” Mollau asked. The question wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed. He wasn’t just asking Hikaru how the healing went, but also about what she had learned from the process. It wasn’t quite a test, so much as a way for him to gauge how much she was learning.
“Hairline fracture. Tibia.” She responded as she placed the bedding in a laundry basket, and then grabbed fresh sheets, “More likely from falling or striking something rather than being crushed.”
Mollau nodded, “Good job. Yes, Bool had jumped from a second floor to escape a fire. He had landed badly on the way down.”
Hikaru’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. By that description, he should be injured worse. At the very least the break would either have been larger or affected but the tibia and fibula. And it would be very unlikely for Bool to have escaped without some sort or burns or smoke inhalation.
Mollau, who had spent enough time with Hikaru to start to understand read these tiny cues, reached out and patted her shoulder.
“This was Bool’s 2nd healing,” Mollau explained, “I had already done a majority of the healing before. But had many to attend to. I hadn't been able to insure a complete healing. Your assessment was correct. Have no fear.”
“Ah,” Hikaru nodded, appeased by Mollau’s explanation.
The Namekian healer chuckled. Hikaru was a hard worker, but sometimes too hard on herself. He knew that she would have been frustrated had she been wrong. Oh, she wouldn’t have shown it, nor said anything. But he had learned to catch the subtle signs.
“I noticed you were looking at Shallu’s energy. Tell me, what were you able to see?”
Hikaru flipped out the sheet smartly, and then laid it over the bed, “Not much. It… seemed different though.”
“Hmmm,” Mollau hummed thoughtfully, “Good, good.”
Hikaru looked up and cocked her head at him, pausing in tucking in the sheets tightly.
“Before you couldn’t sense anything but damaged areas. Now you’re starting to sense the more subtle effects that can affect the ki as a whole. Not just a single injury. That takes a more careful examination,” Mollau explained.
Hikaru thought for a moment, smoothing out wrinkles before placing the thicker blanket over the top next, “But I couldn’t tell what exactly was different.”
“That’s alright. You will learn with experience, and in time you’ll know what to look for. But until then,” the healer moved to a shelf and lifted up a heavy book, “We will continue on the chapter of fevers to help you understand.”
Hikaru glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping Shallu, then looked back at Mollau. She gave him a nod.
Word Count: 1,609
Power Level: 6,918
Heavy Weighted Power Level: 1,729
Hikaru has learned Namekian Style Healing.
