As The Ship Comes In........

[Nimshae Annamea Najade 117]

Monk Talmb looks out of the hermitage window, Sabet, 28th of Malins Welcome. Year 50.

The monk gathers his pack and stave and leaves the hermitage, crossing through the central platform of the Sanctuary. His steps slow and sure, with a smile across his bright wrinkled face. The sun hangs high above the Sanctuary and many sit at tables, starting their day with conversation and a belly full of food.

Talmb then heads toward the dock and takes especially long making it up the stairs. He makes it to the end of the western side of the port just intime to see the Healers vessel pull into port.

The sea air whipped through Master Healers Nimshae's hair, the sea spray spraying over the bow of the ship and dappening her robes.

It had taken many years for the extended work on the Healer Hold, and her plans to reach fruition. This was just another step to them opening, to training new apprentices and offering their services to the sick, ailing and infirm of Asulon.

Even though there had been no ships sanctioned by the holds passing the Island Terremai Ama, and the location of the Healer Hold, lots of people had found it themselves for impromptu healing, so obviously even without much advertising their reputation was passing by word of mouth.

Nimshae spied the old monk on the docks, his hand shielding his eyes as he watched the simple, but sturdy ship cleave through the waves. It's white sails billowing, showing proudly the crest of the Healer. A circle of fresh green leaves on a field of show white.

She smiled widely and raised her hand in greeting, handing off her pack to Landaril behind her. Now they had many plans to make, people to greet. Birds to send. Apprenitices to interview and eventually sick people to heal.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.