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A young woman Kneeled down on the cobblestone street, smiling gently at a young girl who was sniffling pathetically. The girl held up her knee, and the woman inspected it closely, her keen eyes taking in the details of the wound with pinpoint accuracy. "It's just a little scratch," she confirmed, her eyes curling and closing when she smiled. The little girl sniffled once more, holding a fist up to her face, and trying valiantly not to cry. "Don't worry,"the woman soothed, her voice a gentle caress, like a mother speaking to her daughter. She reached into an old brown messenger bag that hung from her shoulder, digging through it until she produced a small white roll of bandage material. "I'll have that fixed up in no time."
Carefully, she unwound a bit of the bandage, and placed it on her own bent knee. Then she took a small bottle of ointment from the bag, and opened it carefully. It smelled sweet, but there was a distinct medical tinge to it. She dipped her finger in, and smoothed a bit of the white cream on the child's injury. Closing the lid, she then proceeded to wrap the bandage around her knee, careful not to jar or bump her and inflame the large scratch mark. "There,"she murmured, tying a knot to secure the bandage. "All better, see?"She smiled kindly, and the child's face brightened. An older woman bustled over, having seen the whole thing, and gently took the young girl by the arm. The doctor stood up, a small smile on her face.
The older woman dipped her head. "Thank you, doctor,"she chattered gratefully. "You're always just what we need when one of us gets hurt."She dug into her pocket, looking for money, but the first woman stopped her. "No need, ma'am," she crooned. "I don't accept payment for my services. I am always happy to help."She put her hands on her knees, bending down so she was at eye level with the girl. She ruffled her hair fondly. "Now, you play nice, little one. And make sure you tell that Tommy to keep away from you, or he'll have Bast on his tail, got it?"She gave her a mock fierce look, pretending to growl, before dissolving into a short bout of laughter along with the child. The mother chuckled gently, and the two wandered away, presumably back home for some rest.
Bast wiped her brow with the back of her hand. It'd been a long day. It seemed like the residents were always getting hurt around here. First, there was that carpenter who nailed his finger to a door. Then the grocery store clerk who threw out his back lifting a heavy box. Then there was an elderly woman, who was complaining of her arthritis. She placed a finger against her chin. Oh, and then there was that little boy down the way who had stayed out during a spell of rain and caught a cold. Then there was that boy who had fallen out of a tree and broken his arm, and now the little girl who had been pushed and fallen and scraped her knee. Bastet sighed. It had been a long day. The young Lakuhndra woman began down the street, waving at passerby as she went. She was well known here, and well liked.
Her twin tails waved lazily behind her, one tipped with pink, the other with a soft, muted teal. Her fur on her tails and ears was a light, almost orange brown. Her two ears swiveled on top of her head, picking up the 'hellos' and 'goodbyes' from each of the townsfolk. She smiled, and her muted teal eyes drifted along the path in front of her. Her purple wings fluttered on her back, the bat-like looks an unusual contrast to the color combination she adorned. Her trusty messenger bag hung at her side, filled to the brim with ointments, salves, pills, remedies, bandages and all kinds of surgical instruments to deal with her day to day physician activity. She had on a black undershirt, with sleeves that extended just barely over the tips of her shoulders. Her vest was the same orange brown as her fur, with three buckles at the bottom to secure it, and pink and teal trimmed fur lining the top.
Her pants were black, with buckles on the side of them, and her shoes, looking more like slip on vans with teal and pink stripes than tennis shoes, covered her feet well. Her hair was cropped very short in the back and long in the front, bangs swept to the side, and the two burnt orange strips hung down in front of her face; one tipped in pink, the other in the same muted teal. All in all, she was a very pretty young woman. Glancing down at her wrist, she noticed that her watch had stopped working. Shaking her hand, she sighed. "Darn thing. I can fix people, but I can't fix machines," she muttered, tapping the glass on the watch gently. Throwing up her hands in agitation, she continued down the street, wondering what would happen next.[/center]
