SENU
Senu found herself pleasantly surprised to see Evie when she walked in and sat beside her. She felt like the two of them had been on good friendly terms since her first arrival in Caido through the portal and the Egyptian had tried her best to maintain the friendship she had with the generous apothecary.
She returned the other woman’s smile with a warm one of her own before diverting her gaze towards the front as the man with long pale hair began the lesson.
Senu listened as best as she could, but there were still several words here and there that she didn’t understand, for as intelligent as she was, she didn’t consider herself to be highly educated. First-aid was common knowledge enough that she deemed to be important, and so here she was. She scribbled down notes in her book as much as she understood as the teacher taught them about how to bandage and dress a wound.
She knew this, yes, she had done this before, once or twice. Her father had taught her the importance of learning it, and she had seen first hand how much of a difference it can possibly make. As the lesson moved on, she was introduced to something called the tourniquet. She had seen these done by the physicians before, but had never knew what they were called or what they were for.
The scribbling on her book had yet to stop, the eager girl taking down as much information as she could, for she knew that her memory was weak, and this information would be the only piece of knowledge that would remain intact until she mastered the skill and technique. Cera then split them into pairs, so that they would be able to practice with one another.
She knew no one present except for Evie, and so she looked around, hoping that her partner would come to her. A rather suave looking bearded man approached her and introduced himself as her partner. Loren was his name. Senu returned his handshake and returned his greeting. “It is great to meet you as well.” He offered for her to have a go at the practice first, and she simply nodded in response. “I’ll be back with the supplies.”
She returned with a long strips of linen and some rope. “I’ll begin now.” She announced to her partner as she grabbed the linen and measured one palm’s width up from the imaginary wound on his forearm, just below the elbow. Once the band was on, she began to tie it off with a square knot with the rope, hoping she was on the right track.
She returned the other woman’s smile with a warm one of her own before diverting her gaze towards the front as the man with long pale hair began the lesson.
Senu listened as best as she could, but there were still several words here and there that she didn’t understand, for as intelligent as she was, she didn’t consider herself to be highly educated. First-aid was common knowledge enough that she deemed to be important, and so here she was. She scribbled down notes in her book as much as she understood as the teacher taught them about how to bandage and dress a wound.
She knew this, yes, she had done this before, once or twice. Her father had taught her the importance of learning it, and she had seen first hand how much of a difference it can possibly make. As the lesson moved on, she was introduced to something called the tourniquet. She had seen these done by the physicians before, but had never knew what they were called or what they were for.
The scribbling on her book had yet to stop, the eager girl taking down as much information as she could, for she knew that her memory was weak, and this information would be the only piece of knowledge that would remain intact until she mastered the skill and technique. Cera then split them into pairs, so that they would be able to practice with one another.
She knew no one present except for Evie, and so she looked around, hoping that her partner would come to her. A rather suave looking bearded man approached her and introduced himself as her partner. Loren was his name. Senu returned his handshake and returned his greeting. “It is great to meet you as well.” He offered for her to have a go at the practice first, and she simply nodded in response. “I’ll be back with the supplies.”
She returned with a long strips of linen and some rope. “I’ll begin now.” She announced to her partner as she grabbed the linen and measured one palm’s width up from the imaginary wound on his forearm, just below the elbow. Once the band was on, she began to tie it off with a square knot with the rope, hoping she was on the right track.
Focus on the snake
and you'll miss the scorpion
