27 - [video]
[Myhrta turns on her communicator and sets it on the floor beside her. She is still in the shot and appears to be winding bandages. When she has wound up the first few inches, she turns her attention to the feed and gives a small smile.]
Hello to any newcomers. I am Myhrta Starshower, the healer here. My infirmary is set up on one side of the Town Hall - should you need any aid, visit there or contact me on your communicator.
[She continues to wind the thick cloth and mutters to herself.]
I'm nearly out of frostweave...
[She ties the bandage off and puts it in her assembled first aid kit, then cracks her back and rolls her shoulders. Scooping up the communicator, she walks over to the table where her alchemy set is put together.]
I've been thinking that we should assemble some sort of kit for newcomers here. Perhaps a basket with the link of iron in it, some preserved food, a few sprigs of rowan, a blanket, bandages... things along those lines.
[She runs a hand through her hair. For the first time, she looks tired and haggard. Meabh's blue moth flutters to her shoulder and alights, spreading its wings and chirping quitely. Absently, she strokes its back.]
It's just a thought. Perhaps others can think of important things to go in these?
Ah... I miss the Winterveil celebrations...
Hello to any newcomers. I am Myhrta Starshower, the healer here. My infirmary is set up on one side of the Town Hall - should you need any aid, visit there or contact me on your communicator.
[She continues to wind the thick cloth and mutters to herself.]
I'm nearly out of frostweave...
[She ties the bandage off and puts it in her assembled first aid kit, then cracks her back and rolls her shoulders. Scooping up the communicator, she walks over to the table where her alchemy set is put together.]
I've been thinking that we should assemble some sort of kit for newcomers here. Perhaps a basket with the link of iron in it, some preserved food, a few sprigs of rowan, a blanket, bandages... things along those lines.
[She runs a hand through her hair. For the first time, she looks tired and haggard. Meabh's blue moth flutters to her shoulder and alights, spreading its wings and chirping quitely. Absently, she strokes its back.]
It's just a thought. Perhaps others can think of important things to go in these?
Ah... I miss the Winterveil celebrations...