LOCATION

Healing House: Hall

This hall has many windows, all along it's long length. At the fore near the door there is an entryway of sorts. A few chairs there are and a desk near the wall. A wide arch separates this entry from the rest of the hall, and it is high. For the ceiling itseif is high, with lanterns mounted on the walls on all sides, lighting the hall at night, and brightly. On one side of the large room, a door leads to the Infirmary. To the right side a door leads to the offices of the healers and one more door there is, but it is at the far end of the hall. That door leads out to the herb gardens. Indeed as one gets close, a large window looks outs into the gardens.

Contents:
* Zimrelen Healess, Door Ward

Obvious exits:
* Far Door leads to Healing House: Herb Gardens.
* Right Door leads to Healing House: Healers' Offices.
* Double Doors leads to Healing House: Garden Porch.

Marazon comes in from outside and joins you in the hall.

Marazon has arrived.

November rain pours down, a thin and piercing drizzle washing the dust of Umbar and making the marble of many streets and statues gleam with wetness.. Marazon hair too have turned a darker jet, the few white strnad at his temples hidden now. He seems younger and for those who know him a brand new brooch clasps his cloak, wrought in silver and opale. The man steps in, hurriedly closing the door behind him. The old healess smiles at him.. "G'day Zimrelen.."

Zimrelen points a bony finger to the Hall within, barely looking up.

"... as a tea, one spoon in the pot, morning and evening. That should help." Gimilphel smiles at the man she is speaking to, handing him a small packet. The fellow nods and utters a hoarse, "Thank you," before turning to go.

It is only midday, yet already the apprentice healer looks tired. It is the time of year when coughs, sniffles and other minor ailments are common, and many folk seek the Healing Houses, each believing he or she is the most important, of course! And it falls to the lesser healers to dispense what remedies they can, leaving their seniors free for more important tasks.

Gimilphel sighs and raises a hand to push a strand of dark hair back from her brow. It is only then that she notices the newcomer. "Good day, Marazon," she calls out in turn, in an attempt to be more cheery than the preoccupied Zimrelen.

Marazon doesnt heed the grim motion of the elder healer and moves past her, still smiling. "And good day to you Gimilphel." Halting at the cough, he takes a a few instant to examine the maid and grins "I trust you arent affected of this flu yourself ? Many seems to have been sick of it those late day.."

"Oh no, I'm fine," Gimilphel hastens to reassure the sailor, and then frowns as she looks at him more closely. "Why, you're soaked! Come in and dry off, or you'll be the one getting ill ..." Her tone is half-imperious, half worried, and she peers at Marazon again in concern.

"It could be interesting to be tended here everyday.." Marazon muses, the idea streaking his mind like a shooting star the night sky. "But I think you're right, I could stay here while healthy.. Cant I ?" he asks and removes the brooch holding the cloak and uncladding himself, the short beneath slightly darker on his shoulder where wetness got through.

Gimilphel is used to Marazon by now, and gives a little smile at his suggestion. "A bit extreme," she answers with a twinkle in her eye, "to make yourself ill just to draw a healer's attention." Her voice turns serious again. "Galenrien was out visiting someone - I think ..." - she shrugs as if unsure about that. As the sailor removes his cloak, she steps forward, offering, "I'll hang that up for you. And I'll find a towel - or something - you /do/ look wet." For the moment, concerned healer rather than shy young girl is uppermost in her manner.

"Not so extreme.. Not so extreme but not the right way, it's dumb" Marazon corrects her gently and hands her the cloak made heavy by the rain. He removes the brooch and stings in on his chest. "Oh" he then says at the news of the master healer. "I see, I had hoped with such weather she would have stayed here... Thanks you Gimilphel."

"You could ask Zimrilen when she'll be back," the young girl helpfully suggests, glancing briefly at Marazon's brooch. Lifting the heavy cloak so that it will not drag on the ground, she makes her way to the Hall's garderobe. There she lingers a moment, which has the advantage that she escapes her duties, for the next citizen of Umbar to enter the Hall is sent to speak to one of the other healers. Gimilphel returns to Marazon with a small towel, and waits a little uncertainly, as if unsure what she should do next.

Marazon smiles and nods quietly, moving the time she left to a high windows, looking the rain fall on the green garden of the healers. "Thanks you" he says and wipes his face and head with the towel he was brought. He seems a bit dishevelled after, wild locks going in many ways and put some order with nimble fingers in. He taps his palm then on the windows edge, with the same staccato beating the rain has outside.

Gimilphel follows Marazon's glance outside. "Hardly the weather for seafaring, is it?" is her quiet comment, as she stands a little distance away, hands clasped before her.

"Ships dont stop sailing because rain fall from the heavens Gimilphel" Marazon says melancholly filling his voice and the sight of the birght garden emerald green his eyes. Turning to her, he forces a smile "But of course, it's better than the sky is bright blue.."

"Better for us all," Gimilphel answers with a smile, looking out at the bedraggled plants. "Ah well ..." With a guilty start, she obviously recalls that she has work to do. Moving over to one of the shelves that lines the walls at this end of the Hall, she lifts down a jar and carries it over to the table, where various small packets wait to be filled.

"Yes" Marazon replies, his voice sounding distant even to his own ear and he turns back to stare out as the light footfalls of Gimilphel decreases in sound as she moves away.

For a while Gimilphel works in silence, until she has amassed a small stack of packets. At that point she stands to return the jar to its place, once more walking past the sailor. She stops, hesitates, then asks, "Can I fetch you a cup of tea? I'm sorry, all this" - she gestures round the hall - "must seem very dull to you. I hope you won't have to wait much longer for Galenrien." Her mouth dimples into a small, sympathetic smile.

Marazon hasnt moved since she left and the wet stains on his shoulders dry slowly in the warm air of the Healer's. "Thanks for your concern and all Gimilphel." Marazon replies and leans against the wall.

Gimilphel frowns, blushes slightly at the thanks. "I asked if you like some tea?" she queries again, waiting patiently for a reply, and letting out a tiny sigh.

<OOC> Gimilphel says, "er, " /would/ like ..." "

Marazon shakes his head, "Not thanks.. Later perhaps.. I had enough water for the day I think" he chuckles un heartedly. "ut please have some and take some break.. You are ever toiling Gimilphel.. How was your return here ?"

Marazon's comment about the water raises a giggle from the young healer's apprentice. At his question, she answers, "How was my return? It's good to be back here again - even if it's busy. But it's odd - I miss Lindon sometimes. Maybe when I'm older, I'll be brave enough to venture the seas again." Her mouth lifts in a wry grin, accompanied by the slight flushing of her cheeks that indicates embarrassment over that most contentious of topics, the sea and its effect on her. "I'll leave you in peace, then," she finishes, turning to walk down the hall in the direction of the hearth.

"You will.." Marazon smiles and a smal light shifts into his glance dnacing on her features. "I wish you will see Lindon again. You have time Gimilphel.. Time" he repeats and disturns his glance.

Participants:

MARAZON

Standing well his two rangas is the man before you. He isnt in his teens anymore and still his main features keeps an air of lasting youthHis dark hair is cut medium long, and is often in a mess, still the wind seems to have no hold on the steadiness of the light blue glance of the dunadan. He usually doesnt wear any beard and keep it shaven but at times, in fact often, a black veil covers his chin and cheek. His fair skin is lightly tan at least his face and hands which arent fragile at the first look. Flat cheek bones and a somewhat straight and thin nose marks his face. Despite his height and build, he carries himself with a certain nimbleness and a sure foot.

A shiny shirt of black silk, ample sleeved and broided with red and purple, tin thred of gold, silver and green are embroidered on his chest in branch of Oiolare, the evergreen tree of Numenor only Uinendili sport. Gold buckled leather tighten around his wraist. The shirt hangs very low on his knees and fashion leather boots mounts to mid calf. What is seen of his legs is covered by some tight material of sable. Clasped asymetrically on his right shoulder, a long cape of light red nearly pink, cutting and contrasting with the dark gear he wears underneath.

GIMILPHEL

Before you is a young woman of Numenorean race. Green eyes sparkle in a heart-shaped face, framed by dark hair that is normally tied back in a long braid. Her skin is pale, save for the faint rosy flush of her cheeks, which deepens when she is embarrassed - a state of affairs wont to happen far more often than she would like. She wears a dress of deep blue material, whose soft folds hang loosely about her slender form. The design is plain save for delicate embroidery at neckline and hemline in threads of silvery white, shaped to represent stars. Her earnest expression and wide eyes lend her an air of youthful innocence.