New Protocols
Posted on Wed Oct 19th, 2022 @ 2:44am by Healer Journeyman Brinda
Mission:
CFH
Location: A small cothold beholden to Cay Fjord Hold
Summary: Brinda ruffles the feathers of a hidebound older Healer.
Timeline: M4 D20
"Do you want me to send a senior apprentice to help you support the new program you will be implementing here?" Brinda asked the travelling Healer that covered the majority of outlying cotholds of Cay Fjord Hold. Her icy blue eyes bored into the countenance of the older Healer that sat across the table from her.
The man frowned, refusing to meet the Mind Healer's stare. He then looked at the Lady cotholder as if trying to find some sort support for his own view on the mental health sessions he was supposed to be conducting as part of his new upcoming duties as laid out by the Northern Continent Healer Hall.
"We did just fine before without any of this new fangled mental health support," he grumbled irritably. "Your mother pushes too much of her personal views around on both continents."
Brinda slowly leaned forward and placed her hands flat on the table. Her voice took on a coldness that matched the icyness of her glare.
"-Before- we didn't have Thread falling. -Before- we didn't have people fatally injured and dying from Threadfall. -Before- people weren't committing suicide because of what they were living with because of Threadfall. And these -new fangled- protocols were not handed down by my mother, but from both Healer Hallmasters on both continents. I would suggest you take your complaints up with them. Otherwise I will gladly ask them to transfer you to Tundra Weyr where Thread usually freezes before it hits the ground. "
The Lady of the cothold turned her head to the man who sat beside her. She stayed silent as she was sure the woman Mind Healer definitely had the situation under control. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the older man's contorted features.
"You can't... you WOULDN'T!!" He sputtered.
Brinda smirked at him, "Oh, but I can! And I would. Let me make it very clear Healer Tavik, I am not my mother. I am nowhere near as kind and easy going as she is. And don't underestimate my dedication to the mental health of the people on Pern. I will go toe to toe with you and any other Healer who doesn't take seriously the rise in numbers of people taking their own lives since Thread started falling. "
The Lady cotholder sat back in her chair and spoke to Healer Tavik over steepled fingers, "I have been running this cothold by myself since my man died running a ground crew during Fall three Turns ago. I know the effects his death have had on me, my children, the other cothold residents. None of us have contemplated taking our lives, but I know the darkness that could send someone down that tunnel snake hole. It is frightening. And if you have no empathy for what people are going through in their minds, then I feel you chose the wrong profession, Healer Tavik. And I, for one, will gladly request a new Healer to make their rounds here."
An angry shade of red suffused Tavik's face, but he held his tongue as he glared at the two woman. He took several breaths before slowly rising from his seat. He nodded curtly to the Lady cotholder, "Your remarks are noted, madam. I will fulfill my duties as usual. As well as following the new protocols laid out by Healer Hall."
Tavik turned to look at Brinda, his eyes shooting daggers at the younger Healer, " Send a journeyman to support me with new program."
Then he turned and abruptly left the room without any departure appropriateness. Brinda and the older woman looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.
"You know why he asked for a journeyman, don't you?" Brinda asked wiping a tear from her eye.
The Lady cotholder shook her head as she caught her breath.
"Because Tavik plans on foisting all the therapy work onto that Healer so he doesn't have to do it himself!" Brinda sputtered then burst into laughter again with her companion rejoining in the laughter.
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Brinda, SR JW Mind Healer ~CFH
NPC Healer Tavik & lady cotholder
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