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“Please allow me to take your temperature, because you look hot today.”
“My, I thought your dear teacher would have taught you better about not starting something that you are not ready for the consequences of.”
“Flirting, hm?”
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With a soft step, the doors to Eientei laid before her. Struggling to make herself known.
‘Why did I even come here? To explain? Apologize? Catch up even? After all that happened from my command, why should I even expect a warm reception?’
She takes a slow breath, resolving herself to cleanse her impure mind filled with questions to herself. Sagume may have a lunarian title, but her history and infatuation with earth and the Great Reed Plains of old, she’s always been partially impure and just as comfortable around such as she does on the moon. Maybe if things were slightly different she would be exiled too. But that doesn’t mean purity should not be striven for within herself.
Resolved, stoic, and straightened once more, with her own answer, now knowing why she’s drawn here, she knocks on the door and awaits to be greeted.
Hopefully no one happens to notice her.
The guest would be left waiting a few moments for a proper answer. Late summer cicadas filled the forest, but beneath the vibrato of insects was something like a hushed whispering on the wind. After all, few people had ever reached Eientei without being noticed by a peerless intelligence network of skittish, fuzzy youkai. The sounds were disturbed slightly by the shuffling of feet against a wooden floor beyond the screen door, and the panel was pulled aside.
“Most people do not bother knocking. It is a clinic, after all,” the doctor greeted without a hint of surprise.
She did take a moment to examine her guest, though. The seconds of evaluation stretched just long enough to be awkward, then the doctor twisted on her toes and waved for Sagume to follow. Apparently she’d satisfied whatever curiosity she had there, and was even unconcerned enough to turn her back to a lunar envoy, of sorts anyway.
Beyond the door lay a room reformatted to be a reception area. An open space with waiting chairs filled the half of the room near the door. Meanwhile a long receiving desk divided it from the back half full of shelves of medical materials and paper files. At the end of the counter was a tray with a kettle and cups. This Eirin approached and started to pour.
“Unfortunately, the full moon is not for a few more days, or else I might have mochi to share. Still, I assume tea is fine? We probably have something stronger should you need it.”
The question brought Eirin’s gaze back around to glance at Sagume over her shoulder with a faint smile. A simple nod or shake was sufficient. They’d get to the actual reason for Sagume’s visit in due time.
“Eeeeyup.”
“I am sure that you relish in this fact.”
“Everyone is still so quick to discuss their more salacious tendencies, are they?”
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“You will probably find that they’ll be turned down anyway. It’s still a White action and you should do it, of course.” Eirin - one of the few people Eiki can speak frankly to.
“That is good to know as always, were I so interested in the balance of my scales. As a doctor I simply see prudence in preparing a cure before the problem potentially arrives at my doorstep.”
“Note to self, be more active about encouraging mental health services.”
"Eirin! Eirin! What would you say the overall medical state of Gensokyo is? Are people healthy? Unhealthy? Does that mean anything to someone like you that can cure death? What's your most popular recreational drug? Is it still the butterfly pill? How hard was that one to invent? Any upcoming things your working on?"
“Generally healthy, as much as one can be in a land of human-devouring creatures. It means that I simply treat people as it always have. The most popular one is still the Kouchoumugan, yes. Not very hard. And that is not any business of yours.”
curls around her feet and falls fast asleep. she's journeyed a long way so a certain someone can't blame her.
“We do have beds here, you know.”
Of course that’s simply a note, not even a suggestion. One rarely traveled those lengths for the standard sort of comforts. There were certain sensations of detachment from present worries, nostalgia for the past, and the familiarity of being understood that were not available at just any retreat or refuge. Besides, one might find it generally ill advised to disagree with the desires of a wolf.
Anonymous asked:
But what if someone has ended up slightly over-hydrating due to illness? Do you have any advice for them?
“Slight over-hydration won’t hurt you. You can simply wait for your body to catch up. Alternatively if it does become a pressing issue then electrolytes can at least curtail desalination and herniation in the short term.”
“Be sure to hydrate if you have not recently.”
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“There appears to be a little lost lamb nearby, though I suppose even lambs do not go intentionally losing their way.”
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“I don’t know much about gods, but I’m almost certain that’s not how that works. Wouldn’t that green haired mountain miko have already turned into a god if that was the case?”
“She is called a ‘living goddess’ for a reason, but it’s also different for humans. They generally don’t achieve divinity until they’ve died, or at least accumulated faith for a long time. For youkai it can be a far more spontaneous thing, depending on the exact kind of reputation and spiritual energies they acquire.”
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“Wrong. I’m saying the rest of them should be thanking me for not killing them for questioning me.”
“Careful. Too much thankfulness and you might turn into a divine spirit, and we both know you would hate that.”
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“I only killed one of them. I should be praised for my restraint.”
“Is that right? Are we to the point that you are demanding my praise, Yuuka?”
“Well someone is feeling nice and violent today, it seems.”
“The natural state of the world is flux and flow. For any event of any significance to take place in one’s life, change most occur as a matter of course. Happiness, sadness, pain, and catharsis all exist within this transient, ever changing non-stasis.To then seek impermanence, or immortality, or eternity, requires a full removal from this flow. You no longer exist in the stream, but upon the banks. You have lost your right to direct the currents of the world and have elected to stand beside it and observe.”
“For those still caught in the stream, though, dealing with life’s ebb and flow poses different questions entirely. As a rock in the stream you certainly have the power to divert current in some way or another, but the current also leaves its mark on you. Perhaps you resist the push of current and the nudging of fate, but still the passing waters smooth over your edges. You are shaped despite moving nowhere. Or perhaps you allow the flow to carry you. You experience all of the rapid highs and lows of life and the damaging collisions with other rocks, each finding their own way to handle the current. In the end you are neither the same person nor in the same place as you once were, but perhaps you are happier for it, or perhaps worse off still. And yet you used your power to move and attempt to make the great journey, no matter where you ended up, and perhaps that alone is better than simply standing by and watching.”