Liora stopped in mid-step when she heard someone call her attention down the hall behind her. She turned half expecting to find Caldor scuttling to keep up, but there was another Chijin healer desiring her attention. The stout little man with the thick white curls resembling a cotton ball atop his head shuffled towards her. His eyes narrowed, peering over her wired lenses.
“Oldswick,” she tried to fain surprise, although she was expecting the old man would come hunt her down. She knew why he was looking for her, and she understood that he wasn’t going to be in a pleasant mood. “How are you?”
“Master Oldswick to you prospect, and I am not in much of a jovial mood at the moment.” He crossed his arms, taking a deep breath through his pig like nose. “You may know why.”
“I didn’t make it to volunteer with you yesterday,” Liora muttered. “I have a good excuse – the Empress wished for me to-”
“I don’t care. How I am supposed to permit you to take the entrance exams for full membership if you cannot put the time in to volunteer?” Oldswick scoffed. “I allowed you to become a prospect because of your grandmother but if you aren’t going to take this path seriously there are many others more willing to take your place.”
“No, I’m serious! I’m sorry… I just have so much on my plate right now and-”
“Lady Morza, I do not care. What I care about is your work with the Fellowship,” he adjusted his glasses to sit higher up his nose. “When you can’t even find the time to volunteer as a prospect, do you think I can trust you with a patient?”
Liora shook her head no. She wasn’t going to correct him with using her city as her last name. Morzi didn’t have last names but again, La’reen wasn’t Morza and they had their way of doing things. She had to accept that and deal with everything on her own. Oldswick wasn’t understanding like her other instructors, but she still had to stay on his good side if she was to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps.
“I’m sorry, Master Oldswick. I promise it won’t happen again.”