Field Trip

Writers: Jelena, Paula
Date Posted: 7th March 2014

Characters: Telemon, Parme
Description: Telemon's and Parme's herb gathering trek doesn't go according to plans.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 6, day 4 of Turn 7

Parme leaned against the fence of her little garden as she waited for
Telemon. It was a nice, sunny day and she looked forward to spending it
outside gathering herbs in pleasant company. Because she had come so see
the Master Healer as very pleasant company. He had a nice, quiet air about
him and was so passionate about his craft.

"Parme!" Telemon called her name to catch her attention when he arrived. He
had all the things you need herb gathering, including basket and his flit.
Ena made excited warbles.
She loved field trips. The longer Telemon worked with Parme the more he
trusted her and valued her skills.

"Hello Telemon," Parma smiled as she moved away from the fence to greet
him. "Looking forward to a little time in the sun?"

"Yes, it's good to get away from the infirmary," Telemon replied with
genuine smile.

"I can imagine! How is Talgeyr doing? Starting to feel better yet?" The
young boy had come to her with a nasty case of pneumonia and she had
brought him to the Healer right away.

"Yes, and like all youngsters, as soon as he's on the mend, he'll be
recovering fast," Telemon replied. They had stared to walk a leasure pace.

"Good, I expected as much," Parme smiled. But there was never such a thing
as too much caution when it came to pneumonia, in her opinion. "Is there
anything in particular you would like us to find today?" she asked
curiously.

"Something unique to this region," Telemon replied. "I would also like to
locate few needlethorn bushes."

"I should be able to help with that," Parme nodded. She knew where to find
quite a few needlethorn bushes close together and as for his other request,
she had some ideas as well. "As long as you don't mind a long hike, that
is. The place I have in mind _is_ quite a distance from here."

"I don't mind," Telemon replied.

"Good," Parme smiled as she began to lead the way with a firm steady pace,
meanwhile keeping a light conversation going.

Telemon had spent most of his career traveling from distant hold to
another, so he was fit. He enjoyed the walk and the talk with her.

As they walked, Parme felt herself relax quite thoroughly. The warm, sunny
day and pleasant conversation had her a bit drowsy and she relished in the
feeling. Right up until the moment she forgot to look where she was putting
her feet. She stepped straight into a hole in the ground, toppled over and
hit the ground with a thud.

"Parme! Are you all right?" Telemon swirled around and hold out his hands
to help her up.

"I'm fine, I'm fi-" Parme winced mid-sentence when she took Telemon's hands
and tried to stand up. "Alright, maybe not entirely fine," she breathed as
she sat back down, pale with pain.

"Ankle or knee?" Telemon asked.

"Ankle," Parme replied through gritted teeth as she tried to get a better
look at what was wrong.

"Let me take a look at it," Telemon crouched next to her. "Lift it here,"
he patted his knee.

Parme complied, letting her own medical instincts sink back, knowing she
had a Master Healer with her.

"Let me know what hurts," Telemon said with his professional voice and
gently started to move the ankle around, feeling for swelling or other
signs of injury.

Parme nodded, letting him feel the scope of her movement until a sharp pain
stabbed through her ankle. "That hurts," she winced through clenched jaws.

"It's sprained. You didn't pack ice, did you?" Telemon remarked and asked
with a joking tone. "We need something we can wrap around it for support."

"Nope, sorry, I usually always carry some around," Parme joked between
winces. "Here, use my shawl."

"Thanks," Telemon nodded and wrapped it around her ankle. "Now, lift it
against that rock and keep it there. I'm going to look for suitable branch
and make a support cane for you."

Parme did as she was told, taking deep breaths to steady the pain as she
waited for Telemon's return.

It didn't take Telemon long to find a suitable piece of wood. He tested
it's strength by bashing it against the ground few times. Then he used his
belt knife to shape it. "Here, let's try this one," he came back and
offered her the crude cane.

Parme looked at the cane and nodded, it seemed useful. "Help me up?" she
asked.

"Of course," Telemon hold his hand out for her. "Don't hesitate to lean on
me," He said with encouraging smile.

With Telemon's help Parme got back on her feet - well, foot. "I'm so sorry
to ruin our trip, Telemon."

"Hey, don't worry about it. We can try again, after your ankle is healed,"
Telemon replied.

"Definitely," Parme agreed as they started their long journey back. "I will
need to make this up to you!"

"Let's get you safely back home first," Telemon said.

After only a few steps, Parme realised just the cane wasn't enough. "Can
you support me on the other side?"

"Of course," Telemon stepped closer and offered his tall frame for support.

Taking his support did make it a little easier to move, though Parme felt a
little jitter at the feel of his body against hers. However pleasant the
feeling, she tried to shake it off at once. He was eight years her junior
after all!

Telemon wasn't thinking age. He was counting backwards from a million to
keep his mind away from those feminine and warm curves pressed against his
side.

They walked in silence for a while, giving Parme plenty of time to ponder
these feelings she had believed to be long lost. They had been spending
more time together lately and she had always considered him a good friend,
but this was a nervous teenage jitter that had nothing to do with
friendship.

Last updated on the March 15th 2014

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