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Post by Rainstorm Aria on Apr 20, 2007 15:14:08 GMT -5
"I never said you wouldn't do your best. I was simply expressing my ... "
Annikka's eyes narrowed. "Views." She folded her arms. "Go ahead and express them, sir, but not in my healer's wing, I'll thank you."
"Good," Noah said softly. He was trying not to be ruder than he already had. "Uh, that is, I mean ... thank you."
"You're welcome," Annikka said brusquely. "And now, if you don't mind, I have a hundred things to attend to, including piles of paperwork, meetings, patients-" She paused, wondering if this particular jibe was advisable, and threw caution to the winds. "-and the search for a possible messenger who isn't busy and is impervious to insults."
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Post by spigurl on Apr 23, 2007 14:33:14 GMT -5
"Views." The healer said, finishing his sentence. "Go ahead and express them, sir, but not in my healer's wing, I'll thank you."
Noah chose not to make a verbal reply, but his eyes approved. This was a woman who would do her job well and not be afraid to stand up to those who could be less than friendly.
"And now, if you don't mind, I have a hundred things to attend to, including piles of paperwork, meetings, patients-" She paused, wondering if this particular jibe was advisable, and threw caution to the winds. "-and the search for a possible messenger who isn't busy and is impervious to insults."
Noah liked the last bit and gave the smallest of smiles. "Then, I wish you the best of luck." He began walking away when he turned once more. "I advise you to look for more than one. It wouldn't hurt to have an extra few lying around, would it?" Noah continued to leave, going back to his boring office. Maybe he could make a few stops on the way.
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Post by Rainstorm Aria on Apr 24, 2007 7:09:15 GMT -5
"Then, I wish you the best of luck." He began walking away when he turned once more. "I advise you to look for more than one. It wouldn't hurt to have an extra few lying around, would it?"
Annikka raised her eyebrows. Amazing. The most taciturn, irritable and intolerant man in the palace actually had a sense of humour, not that you'd know it to hear him.
She got out of the way of a squire, and checked the duty roster, wondering who could be spared to run messages and wouldn't be mentally scarred for life by a run-in with the Provost.
"Healer haMinch!" a voice said imperiously behind her, and she turned. A small girl cowered behind her mother: she seemed to have a toothache. Annikka sighed. Back to work.
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