His fingers gripped tighter to the edge of the bed. He appreciated that Gornard worried about him but with all his questions it felt his concern was more like an interrogation. They were both responsible for keeping Liora safe. Gornard was her personal guard, and she had placed him as the Commander of her men. He respected her talents and intelligence. She had come a long way from her humble beginnings as a Morzi student to the Master Healer of her people.
“She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed,” Revris mustered out the words. They sounded more bitter than he had planned. Bitter about her choice in her current lover not for the fact they were friends.
Revris looked up, hearing Gornard snort at the reply. Something about what he had said amused him.
“It’s clear yar feelin’s for her has.” The large man settled himself in the chair across from the bed.
“I hate that guy!” Revris shouted, throwing his glove against the wall. He had held his tongue and his patience for the sake of not making a scene.
Gornard leaned against the wall, watching his God-brother stewing after the snarky remark Cael had made in the hall. The Northern Prince may have been accepting of Liora but after his experience on the front lines against the southern soldiers, Cael wasn’t so pleasant to others of the southern lands. Revris wasn’t like the other snakes Gornard had met. He kept to himself and rarely spoke to anyone outside the Six unless he had to.
“No, what yah’re feelin’ is jealousy, not hatred. There’s a difference.” Gornard grumbled, watching the man throw his second glove against the wall before sinking into the mattress at the end of his bed.
“Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?” Revris snipped, pulling off his boots and kicking them across the room. “I have nothing to be jealous about.”
“That there is bullshit and yah know it.” Gornard smirked, shaking his head at noticing Revris’s amber eyes narrow at the tone of his cocky retort.
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.”
In the world of Gaitan there are many diverse and wondrous things; one of which are the fascinating groups. This week we will be showing you a quote from the official lore website about the group called The Fellowship of Flesh:
The Fellowship of Flesh is a group commonly known as specializing in medical advancement found in the University of La’reen. There of course are two secs, one of which gets little attention in fear of what the public would say. This second unknown group is the Brotherhood of Flesh in the Temple of Chaos found in the Southern Capital of Syder. Both groups originated in the Temple of Chaos about 2000 years before the present day. Their focus was the create preventative medicines due to overpopulation and long-term exposure to the battlefront. It was about 1260 years before the present day that the Fellowship split in two – one moving to La’reen (Fellowship of Flesh) and one staying hidden within the Temple (Brotherhood of Flesh). With La’reen’s drive for peace and dedication for the betterment of Gaitan they continued to focus on ways to improve the lives of those around them. They permitted those desiring to specialize in medicine to come to the city no matter their background – Dermite, Chijin, Mix Breed, or what have you. This was the birth of a new University in the South allowing for a united education system, which was the first of it’s kind.
There is a lot more about this group and if you wish to explore the world of Gaitan closer just CLICK HERE!
“Our magic is a cure, can’t you see that. We can make a better place,” her smile made him want to believe her but his experience with his powers knew what she was saying were just hopefully words tainted by her lack of bad experiences.
“Magic isn’t a cure… it’s a curse, Lio.” He dug his nails into the railing. He didn’t look at her knowing that she was staring him down to explain his reasons for saying such ‘un-optimistic’ things. They were different. They had seen the different sides of magic. Her touch fought the demons of death, while his gave them more power.
“Maybe you’re right…” her voice was but a whisper, as he glanced up at her when hearing her soft reply. A smirk was on her lips when the warmth of her hand rested on the back of his. “Maybe it’s both.”
“Meaning we are the one’s cursed with magic so we use it to cure the world that punished us in the first place.” Her attention changed to look out at the city below while she squeezed his hand tighter. “After all you can’t spell curse with cure.”