[Order of the Adunih] Sorority

[Faith Augustin]

3rd Ymiden, 719

It would be easy ~ convenient, even ~ to just not be involved in anything other than what was going on for her and them right now, but Faith was damned if she was going to do that. Rharne needed the Order of the Adunih to be operating, she had meetings to attend and things to do. The Institute for Innovation was going to open at the end of Saun, and Faith wasn't going to let anything stop that. She just had to make sure that everyone who attended the opening was safe and, in order for that to happen, she had to destroy the Coven, Ellasin and Faldrun. It was so ridiculous she was more or less on the verge of hysteria. Of course, she showed none of this, her discipline such that she simply kept quiet and got on with things. Padraig was watching her, she knew, and he could feel everything that she was feeling. Of course, the same was true in reverse and so, she was as worried about him as he was about her. It was just how they were together.

Still, today she'd got things to do which were a quite genuine pleasure. Mostly, because they were with Qit. In Faith's office in the Order of the Adunih, she'd prepared the room for them to work. A while ago, Faith had asked Qit'ria to head up an idea Qit had voiced. It would be a lie to say that Faith hadn't worried slightly that she might be clinically insane for doing that, but at the end of the trial, she loved and respected Qit'ria ~ more than that, she trusted her. Qit would do it, Faith was sure, and that would be only a good thing for the ghostly Sev'ryn. Qit had been through so much, Faith worried for her friend, and she didn't want Qit to feel lost, abandoned or in any way not involved. Just because she was dead, that was no reason to think that, after all.

"Hello, you," she said, a soft smile lighting her face as Qit entered the room. "So, I've cleared off the big table, I've got boxes to put things in, parchment for writing and drawing stuff. Lots of medical supplies," Faith gestured and then looked back to her friend. "So, first things first. How are you?"

They had been friends far too long for anything other than 'how are you' to be the first thing that she checked in on. Qit'ria was Faith's sister in all but blood, and more than anything, they were a partnership here. So, them first and then they could talk business. Faith had to admit to being excited to see what Qit had come up with as a strategy. Her friend thought in ways which were completely different to most people ~ maybe all people ~ and that, as far as Faith was concerned, was an incredible resource and an amazing boon to the Order.

[Qit'ria]

Date

Once Qit saw that Caza was happy and bouncing on Cyrus' lap, she kissed her daughter's forehead goodbye, as she was off to work. She closed her eyes, thinking of Faith, and when she opened them, she was there with her sister. She looked around, seeing they were in Faith's office. Her eyes settled first upon Faith herself, finding herself instantly relax in the proximity of her anchor.

She could feel the stress and anxiety roiling and warring within Faith. She was a ghost, she fed on emotions. But she could also feel the steel wall around those emotions, keeping them contained. This war in Faith had started the day Qit had died and it seemed to only be growing. She knew her sister, far better than she knew anyone else on Idalos. There was something huge going on, and Qit felt the guilt inside her growing.

It had to be because of her.

She didn't know if Faith was out for revenge, or to make things right, or what, but something was going on. And Qit knew that she couldn't help. Or rather, wouldn't help. And Faith, Oonah, and Rynmere had taught her why, coming back to life had taught her why. She was here for Caza, to ensure she grew up happy and healthy and safe. She was not here for revenge. And Qit wanted it. She wanted it so damn badly. She wanted to destroy who or whatever it was that had caused her to die, that had caused her family and friends to hurt.

But she knew if she did, she'd lose herself in her revenge. Just as she did in Rynmere. And now she worried that Faith might be heading down that same path. But she had to have faith in her sister, just as Faith had in her. If she wished to talk about it, she would. At Faith's question, Qit decided it was time to tell Faith something she'd learned. Maybe it would help steer her away from this path of revenge.

"Faith, I need tell you story. Happen some days past, not long. I be thinking on it."

Qit sat down on the floor, legs crossed, "I meet great spirit of lake. It show me totems mine. But not totems. Spirits of totems. Yeye there. It show me path. To each spirit, a path. From each spirit, one path. I think... I think it path to life. Lake is anchor now. It want me do this."

She looked up at Faith with a smile, soft and kind, "Life. No more death. No more undeath." No more revenge.

But then it was down to business. "We need much gooder..." she tried to think of the word for kits, "bag of tool." She scrunched up her face, "Two trial past, me and Oonah help woman make baby. We spend time make tool, find tool, before leave. Almost no make in time. Bag of tool need ready. Different hurt, different bag. Baby make bag. Warrior bag. Fire skin bag. Old wrinkled bag. No waste time finding bag. Have ready."

[Faith Augustin]

3rd Ymiden, 719

The emotions within Faith were varied and broiling around, it was true. Just seeing Qit made her feel better, though. There was something very soothing about being among family and that was what Qit was. So, as her ghostly friend appeared, Faith smiled a genuine smile ~ although everything was mixed up with guilt for her. Qit was dead - because of Faith. It hurt her heart.

Then, Qit told her a story. Faith listened, her head tilted curiously to the side as she did. "You met Lovalus?" Faith beamed in delight. "Me too. Oh, Qit, that sounds wonderful." Faith seemed - and was - genuinely delighted for her friend. Qit needed a focus and not one that consisted of negative emotions, or reactionary behaviours. Reactionary was not helpful, not ... Faith stopped what she was doing for a moment and then she smiled a more genuine smile than had been on her face in a long time. "You know, you are ... thank you. Thank you for that story, it helped me, and I'm so glad for you." Schule, Faith's tiny little insect-like diri, which marked her as a Warden, appeared and started fluttering around. "Oh, you've met Lovalus. That makes you special. You're not a Warden, though? Faith is. I'm her helper. Are you dead? Why didn't you go on, is it because you were all angry grrrrrr?" Faith shook her head. "Qit, this is Schule. Schule enjoys asking questions, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" Schule laughed in delight and it sounded like tiny bells. Faith looked at Qit and nodded. "Life. No more death. No more undeath." She nodded. "No more reacting. No more." Then, Qit moved on to her ideas for the Order of the Adunih and Faith listened carefully. A different bag for different circumstances? That made .. "That makes a lot of sense." It really did. But, she needed to think it through. "But sometimes, one thing turns into another, yes? Like, delivering a baby," she smiled suddenly, "you and Oonah?" A tunawa and a ghost. That must have been quite the birth, she considered. "Good work. Is everyone alright?" Mother, baby and Oonah too.

But, on to the business at hand. "We have field kits. Medicine kits for outside, in battles, in the streets, in the woods. But this is more. Yes." She scrunched her nose in thought. "I think we can do this. Yes. Can we make some? Think of what tools and what equipment goes in each?"

Qit's list of the types came perilously close to making Faith snort with laughter, and she grinned at her friend. "Yes. Birth bag," she drew a small sketch of a pregnant woman, clutching her stomach, and hung it on one of the boxes. "But what if, when the baby comes, it needs a surgery? Every bag should have basics for all bags? Do you think?" Surgery, then, she drew someone laying on the floor with blood gushing out like a fountain from them. "Burns?" Fire skin must be burns, she figured - so she drew someone on fire - they were supposed to be screaming but Faith knew that they looked rather like they were maniacally dancing and laughing. Art was not really her strongest suit. And then, old and wrinkled? Faith looked at Qit and nodded. "Treating the elderly, ok." If you looked at the drawing from the correct angle, with your eyes scrunched up, Faith considered as she added a bit of shading, then it almost looked like an old crone.

"First question - are there other groups that need their own bag?" She looked at Qit and considered. "And what do we put in them?" Just before Qit answered, Faith looked at her friend with serious silver eyes. "This is such a good idea, Qit. Thank you."

[Faith Augustin]

3rd Ymiden, 719

They'd come up with it as an idea and Faith had checked it a few times before Qit left. Now, alone in her office, she looked back over that things there. It made sense, she was happy with it. From this point onwards, they would have specialist bags for particular types of situation - but these would be alongside a general bag which everyone carried. That was a good idea, and Faith knew that Qit had really hit on something with that plan. More than that, she thought, it could be applied to the bedside as well as the field.

She considered, for example, when they had a woman who was giving birth, if the baby became breech, or there were well-known complications, they did lose vital minutes as healers in finding - or calling for - the correct equipment. What they needed, she thought, was the equivalent of a bag. They had trolleys, sets of large drawers on wheels which they could take between rooms. What if there was one in each room? They currently kept them in the storage and, it was suddenly obvious to her, if they had one in each room where a birth might happen then they could save valuable time. Why she hadn't considered it before Faith couldn't say but, sometimes, she knew - you just needed fresh eyes on something.

So, she put together the lists that she needed to and she began the organisation that was needed. This would make a significant impact and, when the new Institute opened at the end of the season, Faith was sure that it would be something they could work on, continue to improve. One of the many sets of lists which she had was the set where she noted down ideas for the Institute. Soon, she knew, she would have to finalise the curriculum there and start to think about the employment of supporting staff.

Sometimes, Faith considered, it was all just a bit too much to take in at once. Between the war with the Coven, the death of two of her best friends, her family responsibilities, her work and determination to always do the very best she could, she felt a bit tired. Adding in to that the fact that she was finishing her Licentiate studies this season, which was not exactly a quiet one, she knew that there was too much on her plate. But then, this had been the situation with Scalvoris too. She'd gotten into so much there that she didn't have time to turn around. As she looked at the lists, meticulously organised as they were, Faith gave a slight grin.

"It's almost like I bring it on myself," she mumbled rather ironically and then, she got back to work.

[Nursia]

A shame that the thread had to end like this. It seemed that with Qit, there would have been some major room for good interaction.

Overall, though, the logistics of keeping areas supplied and orderly is always appreciated, especially when Faith is in the position she's in. It helps give the organization a level of fluidity that's readily attributed to player action.

I hope you enjoy the rewards!

Edited: Qit'ria's rewards have been added.

Faith

Rewards

Knowledges:
Logistics: Organisation of medical supplies in the field.
Logistics: Layout of medical supplies in the ward.
Storytelling: Teaching a moral through a story
Wealth:
Renown:
+10
EXP:
+15

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Qit

Rewards

Knowledges:
Wealth:
Renown:
EXP:
+10

Feedback

Understand that all criticisms are done in good faith. It would be a greater disrespect to not say anything in the face of problems. Please contact me through this account's inbox if you wish to further communicate on the matter of improvement, or if you feel as though anything is unduly harsh.