Post by kysseh on Aug 17, 2008 13:16:14 GMT -5
Being stuck in the archives was probably not a chore rotation that many weyrlings or candidates particularly enjoyed, but being an avid reader as she was, Savitri found herself delighted with this new turn of events. Boat duty had not been terrible, but it had been difficult with one bad arm and lots of injuries. Bagging firestone was... irritating and dull at best. But reading and writing were two well-favored hobbies of hers, so she was quite content to sit herself in the archives and painstakingly copy over fading records. Since Hepaticath was sleeping off a bath and large meal, she was certain she could comfortably keep herself busy here for awhile, and that was hardly something to protest.
She dipped her pen in ink and began the neat copying of another line. Her handwriting was even, precise, legible... the nearest to personal satisfaction that she could manage. It lacked the extra flowery curves that some liked to add to their letters and was instead a visible representation of Savitri's preference toward efficiency and practicality. She had found a large stack of healing records that needed to be transcribed and had breezed through the first. The second was more challenging, simply because it included a lot of very long and intricate names. Shards... and she'd thought her own name was a mouthful!
One of the scribblings had her squinting and leaning in a little closer in an attempt to read it better. Honestly, did most other healers have this terrible of writing, or were the archivists here just that horrible? In the end, she managed to copy it letter by letter until it formed a name as a whole, and even then, she could not figure out how to pronounce it. Lovely names people had, no? She shrugged it off and kept on writing, ignoring it when a few strands of her hair fell to brush against her face at her cheekbones. She had tied the mess back, but it kept escaping. That would have to be tended to later, and she just returned to copying in silence, paying very little attention to what was going on around her.
She dipped her pen in ink and began the neat copying of another line. Her handwriting was even, precise, legible... the nearest to personal satisfaction that she could manage. It lacked the extra flowery curves that some liked to add to their letters and was instead a visible representation of Savitri's preference toward efficiency and practicality. She had found a large stack of healing records that needed to be transcribed and had breezed through the first. The second was more challenging, simply because it included a lot of very long and intricate names. Shards... and she'd thought her own name was a mouthful!
One of the scribblings had her squinting and leaning in a little closer in an attempt to read it better. Honestly, did most other healers have this terrible of writing, or were the archivists here just that horrible? In the end, she managed to copy it letter by letter until it formed a name as a whole, and even then, she could not figure out how to pronounce it. Lovely names people had, no? She shrugged it off and kept on writing, ignoring it when a few strands of her hair fell to brush against her face at her cheekbones. She had tied the mess back, but it kept escaping. That would have to be tended to later, and she just returned to copying in silence, paying very little attention to what was going on around her.