24 Day at Home (2/2)
Kendra Star a fellow, apprentice walks in her long golden hair flowing behind her. She has penetrating blue eyes almost looking like crystals. Her eyes were a great boon for healing. She didn't have to wear bulky glasses like Rosie.
”No Elanor again?” She asks Rosie as she put down her books at her desk. ”What do you think?” Rosie responded sarcastically without looking up.
”I don't know why master just lets her do whatever she wants,” Kendra grumbles as she opens one of her books. ”It's not our place to question her. At least we get more attention thanks to her absence.” Rosie says as she finally finishes her work.
At that exact moment, the doors fling open. A bouncing curvaceous woman whose outfit is as colorful as a rainbow barges into the room. The three apprentices of Catherine, couldn't be more contrasting. With the grimy hard-working Rosie with her plain clothes, the talented, well-kempt and majestic Kendra, and the well endowed, vibrant adventurer Elanor.
”Is master around?” Elanor asks her two fellow apprentices with a bright smile. Sighing Rosie responds, ”She should be in her study.” Kendra closes her book loudly and accusingly says, ”Shouldn't you do some work before bothering our master again?”
Elanor rubs her head awkwardly, ”you know I'm not good with this stuff. I'll just leave it to smart people.” Kendra's eyes flash with anger, ”humph you're just lazy. You always have some excuse to ditch lessons.”
”Ha, ha, you caught me,” Elanor responds with an upbeat attitude turning to leave. Kendra nearly threw her precious book at the oblivious woman in rage. Rosie couldn't be bothered to join in on this repeating farce as she cleans up her workspace.
Catherine Lighthands is a woman, with gray hair and light wrinkles. She sits in her lounge sighing as she thought of her troubled apprentice. She'd only taken her in because she was friends with her mother in her youth. Now the girl only returns when she was hurt or needs creams to cover up scars.
”If the girl only put a fraction of the effort she puts into treasure hunting into studying.” She laments shaking her head. ”Oh, speak of the devil!” Catherine says sensing Elanor coming down the hall. ”She's more lively than usual.” Normally she'd be limping and crying, worrying about scars.
Elanor stops in front of the door and straightens out her clothes, before knocking. ”Come in.” She hears her master from the other side of the door. She then enters the room with a bright smile. ”Master you're looking great today!”
Catherine immediately frowns, ”what do you want now. You know flattery like that doesn't work on me. What do I always say about looks?” Elanor pauses in her steps. ”Um, I believe you said that a healer shouldn't hide their age. Since a patient prefers age over beauty in their time of need?” She answers scrunching her nose and furrowing her, brow as if she needs the use of every brain cell.
”That's right,” Catherine nods sternly, ”So don't waste my time with drivel.” Elanor smiles, awkwardly as if she'd just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ”Master you jest. It's not like I only come here to ask for stuff.” She says clapping her hands in a gracious way. ”I also enjoy your company. Your vast wisdom inspires me to even greater feats!” Elanor says while shoving her fist in the air.