Ongoing Writing: Healing Trials
**A note about this work: This is a work in progress. It only gets typed on every so often if at all. One day, the full story will be told, and then taking down for publishing and submission to the Kingdom's History Books. Until then, enjoy.**
(9/10/2003):
T'Quenyshaa had never done anything spectacular. A young elfess, she travelled to Silver Spire to study at the academy. She hadn't her family's way with trees and the creatures of her woodland home. She was rather bland and unamazing, as far as elves go, even when compared to humans. Especially when compared to humans.
Daily, T'Quenyshaa found herself awestruck by the speed at which her human classmates learned.
"Really, T.Q! It's not all that difficult," her lab partner said, his voice exaperated. They had been working on measuring out an herbal tea to help a young child sleep through a battle with the pox.
T'Quenyshaa frowned, her fine brows drawing toward the fine bridge of her nose, while her lower lip stuck out in a tiny pout. She stared at the dried leaves and powered roots on the table before her. 'If only they were alive,' she mused to herself. 'They just don't smell right like this.'
"Hey! Are you paying attention?"
Startled from her thoughts, the young elfess looked up at her lab partner. 'Trevyn,' she reminded herself, before her breath caught in her throat. Trevyn was nearly glowering at her.
"You're the worst lab partner I've ever had," he stated rudely before turning away to mix his tea to present to the professor.
T'Quenyshaa blinked a few times, unnerved by Trevyn's outbrust. 'Human emotions are so strong,' she whimpered silently, her eyes once again returning to the lab instructions they had been given, and the ingredients the professor had provided. 'Which one is the ground willowbark?'
(9/10/2003):
T'Quenyshaa had never done anything spectacular. A young elfess, she travelled to Silver Spire to study at the academy. She hadn't her family's way with trees and the creatures of her woodland home. She was rather bland and unamazing, as far as elves go, even when compared to humans. Especially when compared to humans.
Daily, T'Quenyshaa found herself awestruck by the speed at which her human classmates learned.
"Really, T.Q! It's not all that difficult," her lab partner said, his voice exaperated. They had been working on measuring out an herbal tea to help a young child sleep through a battle with the pox.
T'Quenyshaa frowned, her fine brows drawing toward the fine bridge of her nose, while her lower lip stuck out in a tiny pout. She stared at the dried leaves and powered roots on the table before her. 'If only they were alive,' she mused to herself. 'They just don't smell right like this.'
"Hey! Are you paying attention?"
Startled from her thoughts, the young elfess looked up at her lab partner. 'Trevyn,' she reminded herself, before her breath caught in her throat. Trevyn was nearly glowering at her.
"You're the worst lab partner I've ever had," he stated rudely before turning away to mix his tea to present to the professor.
T'Quenyshaa blinked a few times, unnerved by Trevyn's outbrust. 'Human emotions are so strong,' she whimpered silently, her eyes once again returning to the lab instructions they had been given, and the ingredients the professor had provided. 'Which one is the ground willowbark?'
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