Post by Rugs on Jul 12, 2011 12:40:48 GMT -5
Kvothe laughed softly as he took Elia through the door. "Ah, don't worry about that, Elia." He looked down at the woman in his arms, grinning wryly. "If there's one thing I can go toe to toe with her on, it's being stubborn."
Besides, how hard could it be? Heads turned when he walked into the clinic's lobby, looking like a hero from a story in his clean white armor and gold cloak. The older folks knew what he was, of course; dressed as he was, what else could he be than a Mythic? What few children there were, though...
Kvothe laughed as some rushed up to him, even got in the way with all their eager attempts to talk to him or get him to show his 'magic' or to pet Fas. Their parents pulled them away with apologies and headshaking, but he didn't mind.
When they got to the check in desk, he explained Elia's situation to the clerk. A wheelchair was promptly brought out for her, and he tenderly helped her down into it. "Alright, I'll have to leave you here for a while," he told her once all was done and settled. "But I'll come back once my patrol's done." It was such a simple, obvious statement, but it held the air of being something deeper than an off-the-cuff thing said in parting. It was a promise, quite simply, and Kvothe could understand for the life of him why he said it as such.
A worker came out and wheeled Elia away when he was done talking to her. As she was taken away from him, he saw the faint tugging of a smile on her face. He returned it, giving a reassuring nod and turned to leave, only to be reminded of the children that had come rushing up to him when he came in. Even subdued by their parents, they still looked at him eagerly, a curious hunger shining in their bright little eyes.
As he passed by a table with a few toy blocks set out for the smaller kids, Kvothe made a casual flick of his wrist. Seemingly of their own volition, the blocks rose and spun through the air around each other. Kvothe motioned with his fingers again and the blocks set themselves back on the table, neatly stacked one atop another.
The children exploded with woahs and cheers of approval.
Kvothe kept walking casual, but let a mysterious little smile touch his face. One of the kids close to the door looked up at him, eyes wide. He nodded back politely and left the clinic with a gentle flourish of his cloak. It wasn't something he normally did, but it felt good to make someone happy for once. And it was better than the boredom what would no doubt settle back in on his patrol...
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He returned to the clinic a few hours later. Gone were the children and their parents from earlier on. The waiting room was largely empty, save one sick-looking man huddled off in a far corner. Kvothe walked to the desk and spoke to the clerk from earlier. Elia was ready to come out, he was told, so he found a chair for himself and sat down, waiting for her to be brought out.
Besides, how hard could it be? Heads turned when he walked into the clinic's lobby, looking like a hero from a story in his clean white armor and gold cloak. The older folks knew what he was, of course; dressed as he was, what else could he be than a Mythic? What few children there were, though...
Kvothe laughed as some rushed up to him, even got in the way with all their eager attempts to talk to him or get him to show his 'magic' or to pet Fas. Their parents pulled them away with apologies and headshaking, but he didn't mind.
When they got to the check in desk, he explained Elia's situation to the clerk. A wheelchair was promptly brought out for her, and he tenderly helped her down into it. "Alright, I'll have to leave you here for a while," he told her once all was done and settled. "But I'll come back once my patrol's done." It was such a simple, obvious statement, but it held the air of being something deeper than an off-the-cuff thing said in parting. It was a promise, quite simply, and Kvothe could understand for the life of him why he said it as such.
A worker came out and wheeled Elia away when he was done talking to her. As she was taken away from him, he saw the faint tugging of a smile on her face. He returned it, giving a reassuring nod and turned to leave, only to be reminded of the children that had come rushing up to him when he came in. Even subdued by their parents, they still looked at him eagerly, a curious hunger shining in their bright little eyes.
As he passed by a table with a few toy blocks set out for the smaller kids, Kvothe made a casual flick of his wrist. Seemingly of their own volition, the blocks rose and spun through the air around each other. Kvothe motioned with his fingers again and the blocks set themselves back on the table, neatly stacked one atop another.
The children exploded with woahs and cheers of approval.
Kvothe kept walking casual, but let a mysterious little smile touch his face. One of the kids close to the door looked up at him, eyes wide. He nodded back politely and left the clinic with a gentle flourish of his cloak. It wasn't something he normally did, but it felt good to make someone happy for once. And it was better than the boredom what would no doubt settle back in on his patrol...
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He returned to the clinic a few hours later. Gone were the children and their parents from earlier on. The waiting room was largely empty, save one sick-looking man huddled off in a far corner. Kvothe walked to the desk and spoke to the clerk from earlier. Elia was ready to come out, he was told, so he found a chair for himself and sat down, waiting for her to be brought out.