It shouldn’t have swayed her in any way. But Mr. Selwyn’s stating that Calypso was his favorite only caused Avery’s eyes to do an extra once-over on the giant beast. Naturally every owner had a pet they favored more than the rest, and Avery was well aware of this; however the knowledge that the life of Mr. Selwyn’s favored creature and that of her newborn were in Avery’s hands only caused the healer’s lips to press together. It shouldn’t have made a difference, but Avery found herself even more commited in seeing the newborn foal into the world than she was before.
It irked her; she shouldn’t have more of an investment in one creature over the other, and yet here she was, making a mental list of any extra ingredients for poultices that might need to be fetched. Giving into the urgency she suddenly felt, Avery summoned her kit, a scrap of parchment and quill and began scribbling down extra things for the stablehand to fetch just as the mare gave a whicker and fluttered her wings.
“Well, you’ve just told me you personally have a vested interest in this mare whose foal is takin’ their sweet time comin’ into the world, so I’ll leave you to deduce the rest.” She murmured as she scribbled. Truth be told, Avery trusted nature for most of it and tried to intervene as little as she could, but the prospect of not being overtly prepared wasn’t something she wanted to entertain for long. And because she was sure he wouldn’t stop staring at her until she gave him an actual answer: “Your stablehand’s givin’ me everything I need, I’m doin’ fine.”
It irked her; she shouldn’t have more of an investment in one creature over the other, and yet here she was, making a mental list of any extra ingredients for poultices that might need to be fetched. Giving into the urgency she suddenly felt, Avery summoned her kit, a scrap of parchment and quill and began scribbling down extra things for the stablehand to fetch just as the mare gave a whicker and fluttered her wings.
“Well, you’ve just told me you personally have a vested interest in this mare whose foal is takin’ their sweet time comin’ into the world, so I’ll leave you to deduce the rest.” She murmured as she scribbled. Truth be told, Avery trusted nature for most of it and tried to intervene as little as she could, but the prospect of not being overtly prepared wasn’t something she wanted to entertain for long. And because she was sure he wouldn’t stop staring at her until she gave him an actual answer: “Your stablehand’s givin’ me everything I need, I’m doin’ fine.”
