06-29-2009, 11:33 PM
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The gray hued femme busied herself gathering what was necessary to start a fire. She had done so a few times before, and had become quite proficient at handling fire. She had become fond of staying in front of the fire place during the spring, often taking up residence in Jefferson's rocking chair for long periods of time. She had done so, at first, to leave her scent all over his favorite sitting spot, to get a rise out of him. But she had since discovered the pleasures of sitting in front of a crackling fire.
Geneva gathered some thankfully dry wood and arranged it in the fireplace. Within a few minutes, she had started a flame that slowly began to spread to the other logs. It was a small fire, but one that would grow and warm the entire room with the passage of time. She arranged the logs to keep them from falling in on one another before she turned to face DaVinci again.
Geneva stood back and observed DaVinci's work. Though she had read about healing, it was not at all her art. And the only practical experience she had tending wounds were the result of an attack on her. She hadn't gone about healing herself responsibly, although DaVinci had done what he could to keep her safe. Geneva knew of hte dangers of infection, and watched as DaVinci tended to the stranger. Suddenly she spoke and Geneva moved closer, this time to stand by DaVinci. "Can you tell us what happened to you?" she asked gently.
Geneva gathered some thankfully dry wood and arranged it in the fireplace. Within a few minutes, she had started a flame that slowly began to spread to the other logs. It was a small fire, but one that would grow and warm the entire room with the passage of time. She arranged the logs to keep them from falling in on one another before she turned to face DaVinci again.
Geneva stood back and observed DaVinci's work. Though she had read about healing, it was not at all her art. And the only practical experience she had tending wounds were the result of an attack on her. She hadn't gone about healing herself responsibly, although DaVinci had done what he could to keep her safe. Geneva knew of hte dangers of infection, and watched as DaVinci tended to the stranger. Suddenly she spoke and Geneva moved closer, this time to stand by DaVinci. "Can you tell us what happened to you?" she asked gently.