Flashing him a small smile, Iosha sits down in a chair and folds her hands in her lap. She reaches up and moves a piece of hair from her face, and she says to him, “Understandable and if the rumors I heard coming south from Avanthal about Wind Reach. Resources are stretched thin in your lands. Also I don't mind you asking what my skills are that is why I am here.” She looks at him a moment with her violet eyes and continues, “I promise to you. I won't be a burden in the birth place of my father...”
She pauses and thinks for a moment trying to figure out something to offer the Inartan people. She takes a deep breath to and continues, “Well Valintar. I was never given the gift of foresight like many of my sisters, but ever since I was a child, I had a fascination with medicine, so on my twelve birth day. My mother enroll me at the medical library in Mura. During a long night of studying and a sizable puddle of drool on the table. I was woken up with touched on my arm, and I saw a woman looking down at me. She smiled at me and withdrew her hand and disappeared the empty study hall. When she was gone, I noticed a gnosis mark of Rak'Keli on my arm.” She rolls up her sleeve and shows him the gnosis mark on her arm, and she holds it up a moment and returns her hand back to her lap. She continues her story,”I was blessed by Rak'keli as a healer, but my knowledge of medicine is limited to what I learned in school. I would love to help your people in your clinic or hospital, so I can put my knowledge to good use in the real world.”
Iosha looks at the ground and bites her lip. She not sure how the Valintar would react, but he should know for the sake of people. She looks into his eyes and says with a hint of confidence in her voice, “My interest in medicine was my own personal dream despite the disheartening opinions of my grandmother, but I had to honor the wishes of my beloved grandmother. My grandmother is a practitioner of the arcane arts of reimancy and shielding. Since my mother never had the ability to use the arts, the responsibility of the family traditions were taught to me when I could barely stand.” She blows a piece of white hair from her face, and she gives him a smile, “I am more skilled with reimancy than shielding, and my element I am most proficient in is water.” She laughs slightly to herself and says jokingly, “So if you need anything watered, I am your girl!” She looks off to her side and apologizes to him, “Sorry for my bad jokes, Valintar; however, my mother was a gardener, so when I was helping her in her garden. I was the person she sent to fetch water from the well.”
Iosha looks at him nervously. She hopes he is not bored of her long explanations, but she figured he would want to know someone fully before deciding their duties in the city. She figures she should let him know about her “curse” or gift. She takes a deep breath and continues, “In my travels authority figures tended to take a interest in my abilities given to me by the vision water of my people. I have the ability to see the moments leading up to somebody death. After the events play out, the vision of the spirit or spirit. Will tell me his or her name.” She pauses and shudders to herself, “It can be a disturbing event for me especially if it is a violent death, and if death is wide spread in places of a natural disaster or plague. The vision can almost be crippling.” She swallows hard and looking at the floor now, and she says without looking up, “Honestly when I entered the city. I had to keep my eyes on ground to keep from seeing the visions...I am so sorry for your peoples and the pain you had to endure this year.” She decides to stop talking wondering if she reveal too much to the man behind the desk.
