Rondara Kapes for transportation. You take the patient to our staging area. An Accomplished will take her to Shantear, not you,” Jennel wanted to make that point perfectly clear, “and inform Beta I want her to join me in wardroom two.”
“It will be as you say, Accomplished,” Bonny replied and dashed off to carry out the assignment.
“I am glad the First Lady is a former member of the Aloe Guild,” Jaim commented. “She was no doubt trained to respond instantly to health emergencies the way you do.”
“She was an Intern, but evidently a skilled one,” Jennel replied. The girl probably did keep her head while everyone else stood around in shock when the Maestro collapsed.
There was a great deal to respect about the Maestro, his skill in composing and casting spells, the incredible seven lightning bolts of Potential he commanded, his being the Chosen Vessel, and his having restored thousands of victims stricken by the spell, Condemnation, an accomplishment once thought to be impossible. Even so, no man was perfect and this one was no exception, yet Jennel had a difficult time accepting this particular flaw.
The very idea of a First Lady of the Atlantan Guild, wife of the Maestro, went against one of the strongest taboos in Aakadon. Aakacarns do not marry at all, especially not to each other. Aakacarns consider themselves all one family, brothers and sisters, and it was therefore hard to view marriage between them as being anything other than morally repugnant. Not even the members of the Serpent Guild practice such a thing. The vast majority of Accomplisheds and Talenteds in the Atlantan Guild had been Aakademneds from their youth and never set foot in Aakadon, and they see nothing wrong with the marriage and actually seemed pleased for the couple.
If Leah Barryn and Jeremiah Lassiter, former Senior Soarers of the Eagle Guild, can adjust to the changes the Chosen Vessel was making, Jennel determined to do so as well. This did not mean it would be easy. She knew it would take time for her to get used to some of the alterations, especially spell-casters marrying each other.
Chas Herling, Commander of the Chosen’s Sentinels, entered the Health Wing. The top of his head only came to Jaim’s shoulder, yet the older man dominated by shear presence. His thin clean-shaven face was paler than that of an average Ducaunan, and yet was typical for a man of Pentrosan birth. He too was in perfect physical condition, having been restored by the Maestro. “Sentinel Cutler, with me,” he said and quickly departed with the young man following half a step behind.
Jennel suspected the former Major of Pentrosa’s Sutton Guard was preparing for the Maestro’s eventual arrival. Chas had been on Shantear when the fighting was heaviest and so probably had a better idea of what was happening. The fact that he did not acknowledge her meant he had a great deal on his mind and no doubt many things requiring his attention. She glanced at the entrance to the wardroom. “I can relate,” she spoke softly while stepping briskly into the room.
Hundreds of people were in the process of being healed. Accomplisheds glowing with potential were tending to patients on solidified beds of air. Dorian Cyan, former Aloe Guild Practitioner, ran the ward well. The swarthy man’s Potential had been discovered at birth, about a hundred years ago, when a Fledging of the Eagle Guild was searching for an older boy who lived nearby. The young Eagle was surprised when his spell caused not one but two people to glow. Dorian was one of the few individuals who were raised in Aakadon from infancy. The Three-bolt Accomplished had spent the last twenty years as an Aakademned and, like many, had needed to be counseled by the Maestro in order to adjust to being human again.
Beta entered the ward and Jennel went to work performing healings, encouraging everyone to keep up with the flow of patients, and then continued on to the other wards. She and her teams
“It will be as you say, Accomplished,” Bonny replied and dashed off to carry out the assignment.
“I am glad the First Lady is a former member of the Aloe Guild,” Jaim commented. “She was no doubt trained to respond instantly to health emergencies the way you do.”
“She was an Intern, but evidently a skilled one,” Jennel replied. The girl probably did keep her head while everyone else stood around in shock when the Maestro collapsed.
There was a great deal to respect about the Maestro, his skill in composing and casting spells, the incredible seven lightning bolts of Potential he commanded, his being the Chosen Vessel, and his having restored thousands of victims stricken by the spell, Condemnation, an accomplishment once thought to be impossible. Even so, no man was perfect and this one was no exception, yet Jennel had a difficult time accepting this particular flaw.
The very idea of a First Lady of the Atlantan Guild, wife of the Maestro, went against one of the strongest taboos in Aakadon. Aakacarns do not marry at all, especially not to each other. Aakacarns consider themselves all one family, brothers and sisters, and it was therefore hard to view marriage between them as being anything other than morally repugnant. Not even the members of the Serpent Guild practice such a thing. The vast majority of Accomplisheds and Talenteds in the Atlantan Guild had been Aakademneds from their youth and never set foot in Aakadon, and they see nothing wrong with the marriage and actually seemed pleased for the couple.
If Leah Barryn and Jeremiah Lassiter, former Senior Soarers of the Eagle Guild, can adjust to the changes the Chosen Vessel was making, Jennel determined to do so as well. This did not mean it would be easy. She knew it would take time for her to get used to some of the alterations, especially spell-casters marrying each other.
Chas Herling, Commander of the Chosen’s Sentinels, entered the Health Wing. The top of his head only came to Jaim’s shoulder, yet the older man dominated by shear presence. His thin clean-shaven face was paler than that of an average Ducaunan, and yet was typical for a man of Pentrosan birth. He too was in perfect physical condition, having been restored by the Maestro. “Sentinel Cutler, with me,” he said and quickly departed with the young man following half a step behind.
Jennel suspected the former Major of Pentrosa’s Sutton Guard was preparing for the Maestro’s eventual arrival. Chas had been on Shantear when the fighting was heaviest and so probably had a better idea of what was happening. The fact that he did not acknowledge her meant he had a great deal on his mind and no doubt many things requiring his attention. She glanced at the entrance to the wardroom. “I can relate,” she spoke softly while stepping briskly into the room.
Hundreds of people were in the process of being healed. Accomplisheds glowing with potential were tending to patients on solidified beds of air. Dorian Cyan, former Aloe Guild Practitioner, ran the ward well. The swarthy man’s Potential had been discovered at birth, about a hundred years ago, when a Fledging of the Eagle Guild was searching for an older boy who lived nearby. The young Eagle was surprised when his spell caused not one but two people to glow. Dorian was one of the few individuals who were raised in Aakadon from infancy. The Three-bolt Accomplished had spent the last twenty years as an Aakademned and, like many, had needed to be counseled by the Maestro in order to adjust to being human again.
Beta entered the ward and Jennel went to work performing healings, encouraging everyone to keep up with the flow of patients, and then continued on to the other wards. She and her teams
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