The Healer and the Horse
Thirty Ninth Day of Ikomi-hamba (Ikomi Descendant) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Horses were not people, a thought Zaia of Alexandria never imagined would have the occasion to pass through his mind in so many words, yet there it was. The last foaling had been easy, as most births were for the beasts, or at least so Hugh assured him, being the one with the most experience in dealing with their needs. It was over so fast it had shocked him. The foal had a patch of white on its head, as though a star had lead it into the world. She had laid there for less than an hour by his count and then she'd been on her feet and suckling her first meal, and three days later it was still there peering curiously through the boards of her stall as the second mare began to show sighs that her time too had come.
This time it wasn't quick, she pushed and she pushed, neighing and screening with that voice that was all too close to man's that all her equine breed had when they were suffering, a sign perhaps that of all the beasts of the earth this one had been given most of all into the keeping of man.
"Lord have mercy, she's turned around!" Hugh called onto God in a more immediate manner and indeed a pare of hooves could be seen and not a head. "We've hav'to save the mare, foal's done for..."
Even as he cursed his lack of experience with beasts for not noticing it further Zaia pushed the man aside and reached for his surgeon's tool.
What he did next was not surgery, not far and away, for surgery was done with a steady hand upon a patient that is either restrained or preferably made unconscious, it was butchery.
The screams grew even louder and a tide of blood washed over earth and straw, but Zaia paid them no mind. He caught the foal with a thump that might have sent him sprawling, but he was ready for it. He set it down and then as gently as he could then he pulled out a vial that sparked with inner light and doused it on the wound, then another... and another.
The screams and struggles stopped, though when the mare started to turn in his direction he knew to get out as fast as he could, running out of the stable with the stench of blood still on him.
Gained 2 Foals (Female)
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If only one's thoughts were as easily scrubbed of unease. Oh it was not the sight of blood, or the brutal manner in which he had to open up the struggling beast. He had saved not one but two lives today, no doubt Roland and Antonio both would be glad of the fact that they had two more horses to the stable, given the proposed breeding in the spring. What troubled Zaia was how easy it had been and how those brief moments of blood and violence set against memories of blood and tears, of times when it had been women in the birthing bed that he had to tend to, of times when he had failed. Once it had been blood loss, thrice child bed fever.
Why couldn't I have those vials then, why for all the books he had consulted and all the roads he had walked had he not found it sooner...
The sound of hooves on the path behind him draws Zaia from the grip of unwelcome reverie. A horse, but not a common one, Sir Roland's Silver, his coat glistening like its namesake with the remains of the evening's rains.
"Hail, healer Zaia, you walk as a man with a weight of trouble on his shoulders for one who has brought another life into the world..."
"I wonder at the failings of my understanding, if there might have been some way to know twelve years ago what I do now, " he started to explain.
"And is there such a way then?" the horses that was more than a horse asked.
"I don't know," Zaia sighed, angry, though more at himself than at the one before him. Silver had no way to know what painful memories he was stirring.
"Then why worry about it?" he pressed.
"Because that is my nature," replied the scholar at the last and to that the other had no reply and there was silence but for the rain dribbling down.
OOC: Silver failed his horse sense roll to help Zaia here (crit failed in fact), but it was not the sort of roll where a crit fail gets you anything particularly bad, it's just that Zaia is not comforted and the memories of what he could have done with healing magic in his old life will gnaw at him. Still, you can't always get good rolls and at least you got your horses. Previous vote still open.