- Joined
- Mar 19, 2013
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(Late to the party because I finally figured out a reason for her to be here.)
Mavis let out a breath. Not a breath of relief or distaste, but of fatigue. Injuries on Corsucant had been innumerable, even among the Jedi. Few made it out of the fight without an injury that was at least semi-serious. She was trained in the ways of healing by her father, a much more skilled practitioner than her. No matter, Mavis knew she could make a much larger impact treating those in critical condition than risking her life on the streets. As valiant as her cause was, Mavis was not her father. Healing that her father could do with barely even a conscious thought required careful concentration when done by Mavis. She spent most of her time stabilizing those that were not going to last much longer, keeping them alive so a more skilled healer could have the time to arrive.
She was finishing up a patient with only half of his limbs left when she heard the Lord's command. She immediately discarded the thought of going, but a second consideration proved different. She could barely heal a cut as tired as she was, and she had been healing nonstop for hours. If she pushed herself any further she'd either force herself into an exhausted sleep or make a mistake, which could be fatal. Mavis rose from her kneeling position and washed her hands before leaving the medical bay.
She wasn't in the most presentable of conditions, her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and her hair had been put into a quick braid. As she walked she skillfully unraveled the braid, her long blonde hair falling down her back. Now, with equal amounts of dexterity, she reformed her hair into two French braids going down the sides of her head. She just finished unfurling her sleeves when she arrived among the congregation of Jedi. She took her place near the door and watched the Jedi Lord begin to speak.
She breathed a sign of relief she he sheathed his lightsabers. She had experienced far too much misfortune and death today. She had barely wondered what her sentence would be when she felt it. What was he doing? It was horrible, like he was draining the blood from the Site's body. The Site's force presence was incredibly strong, like a cloud in the room in which her misfortune was the rain it brought. It was so unnatural and alien, the by-proxy sensation of it almost made Mavis vomit. The force had been natural to her since birth, now it was as essential as her lungs or heart. Knowing that someone had taken that essential power away was like taking her very name.
The connection to the force snapped and Mavis stifled a scream.
Mavis let out a breath. Not a breath of relief or distaste, but of fatigue. Injuries on Corsucant had been innumerable, even among the Jedi. Few made it out of the fight without an injury that was at least semi-serious. She was trained in the ways of healing by her father, a much more skilled practitioner than her. No matter, Mavis knew she could make a much larger impact treating those in critical condition than risking her life on the streets. As valiant as her cause was, Mavis was not her father. Healing that her father could do with barely even a conscious thought required careful concentration when done by Mavis. She spent most of her time stabilizing those that were not going to last much longer, keeping them alive so a more skilled healer could have the time to arrive.
She was finishing up a patient with only half of his limbs left when she heard the Lord's command. She immediately discarded the thought of going, but a second consideration proved different. She could barely heal a cut as tired as she was, and she had been healing nonstop for hours. If she pushed herself any further she'd either force herself into an exhausted sleep or make a mistake, which could be fatal. Mavis rose from her kneeling position and washed her hands before leaving the medical bay.
She wasn't in the most presentable of conditions, her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and her hair had been put into a quick braid. As she walked she skillfully unraveled the braid, her long blonde hair falling down her back. Now, with equal amounts of dexterity, she reformed her hair into two French braids going down the sides of her head. She just finished unfurling her sleeves when she arrived among the congregation of Jedi. She took her place near the door and watched the Jedi Lord begin to speak.
She breathed a sign of relief she he sheathed his lightsabers. She had experienced far too much misfortune and death today. She had barely wondered what her sentence would be when she felt it. What was he doing? It was horrible, like he was draining the blood from the Site's body. The Site's force presence was incredibly strong, like a cloud in the room in which her misfortune was the rain it brought. It was so unnatural and alien, the by-proxy sensation of it almost made Mavis vomit. The force had been natural to her since birth, now it was as essential as her lungs or heart. Knowing that someone had taken that essential power away was like taking her very name.
The connection to the force snapped and Mavis stifled a scream.