Post by mistrali on Apr 10, 2013 20:38:25 GMT 10
Title: Service
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Warnings: A slightly icky description of a wound
Fight: 1/A
Rating: PG
Summary: Kalasin, Sarai and Zaimid heal; Kaddar contemplates.
Word Count: 366
Other Notes: Inspired by a scene in TQ, and by a bit in Marie Ellen's fic 'Kalasin's Story' on FFN, where Kally heals poor people.
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Service
Zaimid and Saraiyu have invited him and Kalasin to observe and share in their work for the poor; it will give Kally a sense of life and healing work outside the palace. Saraiyu and Kally are talking animatedly about the latest fashions as they traipse through the muck in wooden sandals. Kally's eyes gleam underneath her veils for the first time since her marriage two weeks ago, and Kaddar realises just how much she's been longing for a friend's company, and to do some good out here in the slums and poorer districts.
He shouldn't be shocked and abashed at the suffering of people in his own realm - he's known for a long time that drought and class divisions have drained Carthak - but seeing it is a different experience. Here are people who scramble for the next mouthful of food, who cannot afford a decent bed, much less a healer. They are as good as beggars, of which the capital also has its share. He watches Kally use her Gift to heal a boy with an infected sore on his leg. She shoves the used bandages, caked with old blood and yellowish pus, into her spelled bag, while Zaimid murmurs reassurance and gives the child herbs to make him drowsy. Then she calmly asks the family about the source of their drinking water and privy and gestures for Zaimid to follow her out of the ragged tent.
Kaddar bites his lip and glances toward the guards, who are stationed directly outside, taking up the narrow gully even two abreast.
"Your Imperial Majesty can stay, if you wish to," says a quiet voice. Sarai is looking at him, not doing a good job of hiding the amusement in her face.
"No, I'm coming," says Kaddar, though his gorge is rising at the thought of it. He's read far worse things in the history books... but then, reading isn't experience. What good is a ruler who refuses to acknowledge what is right before him?
He winces as the ground becomes even squelchier, grateful now for Kalasin's insistence on plain clothes, and follows his wife to the dungheap that serves as a common privy.
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Warnings: A slightly icky description of a wound
Fight: 1/A
Rating: PG
Summary: Kalasin, Sarai and Zaimid heal; Kaddar contemplates.
Word Count: 366
Other Notes: Inspired by a scene in TQ, and by a bit in Marie Ellen's fic 'Kalasin's Story' on FFN, where Kally heals poor people.
___________
Service
Zaimid and Saraiyu have invited him and Kalasin to observe and share in their work for the poor; it will give Kally a sense of life and healing work outside the palace. Saraiyu and Kally are talking animatedly about the latest fashions as they traipse through the muck in wooden sandals. Kally's eyes gleam underneath her veils for the first time since her marriage two weeks ago, and Kaddar realises just how much she's been longing for a friend's company, and to do some good out here in the slums and poorer districts.
He shouldn't be shocked and abashed at the suffering of people in his own realm - he's known for a long time that drought and class divisions have drained Carthak - but seeing it is a different experience. Here are people who scramble for the next mouthful of food, who cannot afford a decent bed, much less a healer. They are as good as beggars, of which the capital also has its share. He watches Kally use her Gift to heal a boy with an infected sore on his leg. She shoves the used bandages, caked with old blood and yellowish pus, into her spelled bag, while Zaimid murmurs reassurance and gives the child herbs to make him drowsy. Then she calmly asks the family about the source of their drinking water and privy and gestures for Zaimid to follow her out of the ragged tent.
Kaddar bites his lip and glances toward the guards, who are stationed directly outside, taking up the narrow gully even two abreast.
"Your Imperial Majesty can stay, if you wish to," says a quiet voice. Sarai is looking at him, not doing a good job of hiding the amusement in her face.
"No, I'm coming," says Kaddar, though his gorge is rising at the thought of it. He's read far worse things in the history books... but then, reading isn't experience. What good is a ruler who refuses to acknowledge what is right before him?
He winces as the ground becomes even squelchier, grateful now for Kalasin's insistence on plain clothes, and follows his wife to the dungheap that serves as a common privy.