It seemed from everyone she asked, the healers were all out and busy. It should've seemed obvious to her, that the healers wouldn't have much rest. There were still so many affected by the strange disease.
"Okay.. so a bit of a curve tossed in.. but we're not giving up, Fana!" Min Ya clentched her gloved fist.
The bison gave a low grunt. Min Ya looked about, when she thought she spotted the garb of one of the healers. "Hey--!"
Before she could make contact though, another young woman grabbed hold of her, pulling her off.
"W-wait!" Min Ya started after them. They had gone into one of the huts, before she could reach the pair. "Ooh.. .. Well, I'll.. just wait right here then.." she sighed, nestling against Fana's fur in the cold.
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"Oh, it's so good that the rain finally died down," a high class, middle aged woman mused, as she drank her tea. Across from her, her husband nodded in agreement.
"Quite so.. Osamu is having his drills today, so he would've been so put out if they were delayed until tomorrow."
"Not to mention, Shiro is having his classes. Speaking of, Katsuo!"
The young man arrived in the doorway, carrying some wood. "Y-yes mother?"
"Shiro should be finishing up class soon, pick him up, would you?"
"Of course.." Katsuo bowed, before heading out of the home. He sighed as his feet hit the road. He hated going by the fire bending dojo.
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