62nd Summer, 515AV
"Will this do?" The young farmer led Jeremy into one of the smaller barns, swinging his arms to emphasise the impressive space within.
Jeremy looked around himself. The barn had a decent-sized main area, with three small pens to one side and a larger one in the corner. It would certainly sere the purpose that Jeremy needed of it. "It's perfect." He said, with a small nod, "thanks for this, Francis."
The farmer held up a held in a polite acceptance of Jeremy's thanks. "No problem. D'ya need to a hand to get things sorted?"
The Kelvic gestured to the bag hanging from his left shoulder. "No thank you. There's not much to do." Francis nodded and departed from the barn, leaving Jeremy to give the area a closer inspection.
Until now, Jeremy's veterinary service had only incorporated random call-outs, whereby he visited the injured or ill animal, regardless of its status and health. Whilst this had allowed him to come to the aid of many creatures who would have otherwise suffered in pain or died, there was no structure to his day. Likewise, it had been known for a particularly nervous farmer's wife to require his service in the middle of the night for a harmless or even non-existent ailment (he thought of Bettie Greene, who had asked him two nights in a row to attend to her cat who she was convinced was dead. Muffin, however, had simply been asleep and was rather deaf).
Hence, Jeremy had thought of the idea of a drop-in service for any concerned pet owner or farmer. He had no idea how many people would visit him today, but he hoped that Francis, and the odd few posters he had pinned up around town, would manage to spread the word.
But first, he needed to organise himself. He had come equipped with the basic selection of medical supplies: some herbs, his surgeon's kit, and a blanket to bring comfort of any nervous or young animal. The Kelvic laid these down on the hay-covered floor of the barn, placing them in the centre of the room where he planned to conduct the check-ups.
Finally, he retrieved a small diary from his bag and made a note of the date and the title of today's work.
56th Summer.
The first drop-in service I have provided for the people of Mithryn.
With that, Jeremy began to pace slowly up and down the length of the barn. Now, he simply needed to wait.
"Will this do?" The young farmer led Jeremy into one of the smaller barns, swinging his arms to emphasise the impressive space within.
Jeremy looked around himself. The barn had a decent-sized main area, with three small pens to one side and a larger one in the corner. It would certainly sere the purpose that Jeremy needed of it. "It's perfect." He said, with a small nod, "thanks for this, Francis."
The farmer held up a held in a polite acceptance of Jeremy's thanks. "No problem. D'ya need to a hand to get things sorted?"
The Kelvic gestured to the bag hanging from his left shoulder. "No thank you. There's not much to do." Francis nodded and departed from the barn, leaving Jeremy to give the area a closer inspection.
Until now, Jeremy's veterinary service had only incorporated random call-outs, whereby he visited the injured or ill animal, regardless of its status and health. Whilst this had allowed him to come to the aid of many creatures who would have otherwise suffered in pain or died, there was no structure to his day. Likewise, it had been known for a particularly nervous farmer's wife to require his service in the middle of the night for a harmless or even non-existent ailment (he thought of Bettie Greene, who had asked him two nights in a row to attend to her cat who she was convinced was dead. Muffin, however, had simply been asleep and was rather deaf).
Hence, Jeremy had thought of the idea of a drop-in service for any concerned pet owner or farmer. He had no idea how many people would visit him today, but he hoped that Francis, and the odd few posters he had pinned up around town, would manage to spread the word.
But first, he needed to organise himself. He had come equipped with the basic selection of medical supplies: some herbs, his surgeon's kit, and a blanket to bring comfort of any nervous or young animal. The Kelvic laid these down on the hay-covered floor of the barn, placing them in the centre of the room where he planned to conduct the check-ups.
Finally, he retrieved a small diary from his bag and made a note of the date and the title of today's work.
56th Summer.
The first drop-in service I have provided for the people of Mithryn.
With that, Jeremy began to pace slowly up and down the length of the barn. Now, he simply needed to wait.