Time - Beginning in Midday (to take place over three days)
Location - Healer/Harper Hall, Fort Hold
@Kate | Gavael
Winter was even worse. If felt like a Benden Summer Day. In the beginning, Faveonn could not say she entirely minded the climate, for where others wore thin shawls and loose jackets to ward off the slightest chill, Faveonn greeted it with bare arms and a gentle smile. However, the absence of snow was sorely noted by her. By mid winter, the girl had fallen into a heap of depression over the loss of her favourite weather. No snowmen, no snowball fights, no blanket of snow to mute the world around her. It all felt wrong to her.
At the return of Spring, Faveonn felt robbed. Winter hardly provided the reprieve she longed to have from the heat. The shift of the seasons to the spring and summer months could only be truly appreciated and savoured after one suffered and ached from the frigidity of Autumn and Winter. The chilled season hardly provided even a gust of wind to make her feel the deep biting cold that she longed for. By the start of Spring, Faveonn already suffered from the oppression of heat and humidity, and Summer had not even begun.
Therefore, when the opportunity presented itself for Faveonn to go north for a few days, she threw her hand up with fingers eagerly fanning at the air. The healers asked for an apprentice to travel north with them. They needed to trade their supplies with the Northern Hall, and in turn, they would return back with a plethora of valuable herbs and supplies. The apprentices would work alongside the healers, learning about the value of trade, recognising the highest demands for the most valuable of supplies, and work alongside northern healers in more specialised matters like apothecary and herbology. Only a hand full of apprentices volunteered, and only Faveonn was selected.
The flight north invigorated the girl. Flight on dragon back was always a treat, providing Faveonn a rush of adrenaline while massive wings carried her across the world. Once they dipped between, her hold on the rider tightened. She could feel neither the dragon her legs clenched about, nor her firelizard snug against her neck. Exposure to the expanse of vacuity was enough to make any soul tremble. No feeling, no sound, no sight. Only a pitch black darkness with the promise of death. Three coughs! she screamed to herself before the deprivation of the senses might cause her to succumb to outright panic.
Light returned, nearly blinding her. They had emerged on the other side with the lands of Fort stretching below them from horizon to horizon. The territory was painted with colours of precious red, orange and yellow, a sea of golden forests undulating along the lands. It was the first sense of true Autumn Faveonn had experienced in over a turn. As the dragon wheeled down, her other senses awoke to the autumn before her. The crisp chilling wind nibbled at her cheeks and fingers. Stacks of smoke could be seen escaping the chimneys, while the smell of it felt warm and savoury to her. Even the earth had a unique smell, one of soil and rain. The cloying scent of pollen, such as the ones she endured in Atricis, did not cling to the air here in Fort. The winds and the rains had long ago vanquished the offensive particles. Free from their torment, the healer's sinuses felt free from the misery of southern hay fever. The air was clean.
Once feet touched down on wet flag stone, Faveonn and the other southern healers were greeted by a retinue from the Fortian Healer Hall. Journeymen and apprentices alike arrived the courtyard, even as the thin misting rain that began to drizzle. Among the group, Faveonn could not help but notice an older boy with a head of golden curls and a curious pale blue firelizard in his company. For the meantime, she kept her distance, yet still she looked upon him from a distance while Mayfly curled closer against Faveonn's neck, and nibbled at her side braid.
"We should get inside," an older man with master knots suggested to both the northern and southerners after an initial round of formal greetings.
A gust of wind ushered them across the courtyards. Though a delighted smile peaked along her round face, Faveonn still gripped the hood of her thick cape, and pulled it over head to protect herself. Mayfly crooned in approval, and nestled against the fur lining of her shelter.
"Are you all right, Faveonn?" one of her superiors asked as he gripped his own jacket tight about him.
"I'm fine, thank you," she assured the man as they reached cover.
Through the threshold, they entered a long dining hall filled with empty tables. It was only midday for them, thus they were caught between breakfast and lunch. It would give everyone the time they needed for introductions. In the hour to follow, Faveonn quietly listened to the conversation shared among the adults. The only time she spoke was when she was asked to give her name. Meekly, she supplied it "-Faveonn-" before she returned to the outskirts of the conversation. There, she cast brief glances to the golden haired boy across the way from her as the journeymen continued to discuss the arrangement for the next few days.
But Faveonn could not bring her mind to focus, not when the chill of the bleak weather outside was still felt upon her rosy cheeks. She wanted to step out into the courtyard once more, even if it was only to stand under the shelter while the rain pattered against the fitted flagstone and the rocky rooftops. Even if she could not see it with her eyes, she could hear the hiss in the fireplace with every drop that slipped down the chimney and reached the flames. Judging by the frequency of those high pitched notes from the hearth, it must have been a torrential down pour.
"Gavael," one of the northern healers called, though Faveonn failed to notice, if only for the fact she was now lost to the images her mind conjured of the climate outside. "Would you please escort Faveonn to the Apprentice Barracks so she can get settled?" The sound of her name, however, successfully drew her out of her thoughts.Grey eyes with their fleck of brown regarded the healers, wondering if she had missed something of importance. Though part of her felt the want to speak out for clarification, she did not dare lest she give away the fact she had not entirely been paying attention over the last ten minutes of a rather adult conversation. Considering the reason she was there, she probably should have listened, but she felt rather distractable at the moment.
Once more, she caught sight of the golden haired youth, and could not say for absolute certainty what was going on, or at least that was the case before a hand was gently set on her shoulder blade. She looked up to the source of the touch, one of her superiors, who motioned to the young man of interest. "Why don't you go with Gavael to get settled. We'll meet you in the green house in about an hour."
Her gaze shifted once more to the youth man, only to give a nod. Slowly, she reached down and collected her rucksack. Did she dare say a word? Even as Mayfly whistled excitedly, Faveonn could not bring herself to utter a sound. Instead, she could only look at this Gavael, and wonder what might happen next.