04-08-2019, 08:35 PM
“Morven Kinnaird.”
Nina, looking like some small bird whose plumage had been ruffled, walked up and down in front of the man while trying to remember.
Morven, Morven, Morven…
“A junior doctor at the Guardian until recently, when she was suspended from duty,” supplemented the man as he looked at her disparagingly.
Nina was annoyed. Altogether it had been an unfortunate day. Now it was close to noon, and the man’s cold attitude had to render matters still more trying.
She was not much wiser, and yet a faint familiarity seemed to linger around this name. Yes, she remembered something about a fight… in another place… another hospital… an incident, disgrace…
“What did she do—why was she suspended, anyway?” demanded Nina fretfully.
Being a lady considerate of the feelings of others, she substituted the word “suspended“ for “dismissed” which had first risen to her lips.
“Morven,” muttered Nina, dazed. “You mean she treated you— ?”
Light but this was unexpected. She could see her now… a beautiful woman with surgically perfect looks
If Morvan treated him he should be healed, almost certainly. Apparently she was known to work miracles the experts couldn’t… Nina should guess—it’s only guesswork on her part, mind—that Morven might have an ability similar to Nina’s little sister Rena. She should say that it would not be impossible for Morvan to channel the power of gods… just like Rena…
Nina paused a minute, and then said: “if I were you—I should go to her. She’ll be able to heal you. I can help you look for her.” She stuck out a hand, “what’s your name, partner?”
Better Nina find Morven first than any other atharim.
Nina, looking like some small bird whose plumage had been ruffled, walked up and down in front of the man while trying to remember.
Morven, Morven, Morven…
“A junior doctor at the Guardian until recently, when she was suspended from duty,” supplemented the man as he looked at her disparagingly.
Nina was annoyed. Altogether it had been an unfortunate day. Now it was close to noon, and the man’s cold attitude had to render matters still more trying.
She was not much wiser, and yet a faint familiarity seemed to linger around this name. Yes, she remembered something about a fight… in another place… another hospital… an incident, disgrace…
“What did she do—why was she suspended, anyway?” demanded Nina fretfully.
Being a lady considerate of the feelings of others, she substituted the word “suspended“ for “dismissed” which had first risen to her lips.
“Morven,” muttered Nina, dazed. “You mean she treated you— ?”
Light but this was unexpected. She could see her now… a beautiful woman with surgically perfect looks
If Morvan treated him he should be healed, almost certainly. Apparently she was known to work miracles the experts couldn’t… Nina should guess—it’s only guesswork on her part, mind—that Morven might have an ability similar to Nina’s little sister Rena. She should say that it would not be impossible for Morvan to channel the power of gods… just like Rena…
Nina paused a minute, and then said: “if I were you—I should go to her. She’ll be able to heal you. I can help you look for her.” She stuck out a hand, “what’s your name, partner?”
Better Nina find Morven first than any other atharim.
Nina