Hadmycil's Medical Log!

[Hadmycil]

I'm probably going to be a practitioner of medicine once I've learned it, and Dad says I'll probably need a book to record down all that I learn then. It may be a long time before I'll have anything medical to write down here though, so I shall keep this as a diary in the meantime! If I ever feel lonely and have no one to talk to, I can talk to my diary.

So I'm currently stepping out of Zeltiva now. It's the 57th day of Spring, 510 AV. It's such a titillating feeling, stepping out of home for the first time, feeling the cool spring wind blow against me. It almost feels like a different sort of wind already, a foreign wind. I shall experience many different kinds of foreign wind in the places I go to.

The problem now is, where shall I head first?

[Hadmycil]

61st Day of Spring, 510 AV

"Good afternoon!"

I was intending to carry on my way through the horseclans of Endrykas (weaving my way through horses takes a good deal of concentration to avoid being stamped on), thinking whoever it was who was talking was probably talking to someone else, when I was scooped right off my feet by a Drykas riding on a horse.

"Whoa!" I squeaked, balancing myself valiantly on the palm of his broad hand. The Drykas laughed. His laugh sounds like a rumble.

"Be careful, little fellow, in these parts. You may get yourself trampled without even knowing."

I told him that I knew that very well, and that even though I'm but a few weeks of age, I am well aware of the dangers of being of minuscule size.

Another laugh.

"So where're you going then, young hero?" the Drykas asked. "I can take you there."

"Well, nowhere in particular," I answered. "I'm seeking an Ethaefal Healer, but I've no idea where she is." I gave him the name, and he tilted his head to one side before remarking that he had not heard of her.

"I'm on my way to Yahebah. Do you want to come? The journey probably takes about 8 days, and I'll be glad of some company in the meantime."

Of course I did. I'd give anything to ride on a horse for 8 days. I stroked its mane timidly, but it did not seem to notice my tiny clay hand.