Putting theory into practice

Limping with each step, Clove slowly made her way to the infirmary- holding her right paw tucked against her chest, which made hopping around on three paws a little cumbersome. It wasn’t a serious injury or anything, just a laceration she’d gotten on one of her adventures. Dang it, she should have avoided that sharp-looking rock! But her curiosity got the best of her, she’d slipped and tried to catch herself- resulting in a bloody, lacerated paw.

She didn’t want her father to find out- didn’t want him to worry and ask her to stay home. And so, she’d slipped through the corridors like a stealthy little spy, avoiding her parents until she arrived at the infirmary door. Knocking, waiting, and stepping inside, she looks around for her aunt Gwyn. “Hello?” She calls out, looking around at the various items in the room- not knowing what any of them were, but interested nonetheless. “Oh! Solaire!” Stopping, she was surprised to see her brother there, without their aunt Gywn. But he was a physician nonetheless, having studied under her for quite some time now. Did this mean he was on his own and treating patients? How cool! “Um, you got a sec?” With a sheepish smile, she pulls her paw away from her chest and holds it toward him, revealing the laceration that had finally stopped bleeding.


"Clove Carpathius"