♖ 001.

[summerschild]

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The HS Marsiva Hospitality Deck
When: 6/13

[On the Hospitality Deck, there's a little lump of dirt and fur on the floor next to one of the cots, twisted up in the white sheets. Bran had woken up in a fit of panic, scrabbling for the damp floor of the Queenscrown holdfast, and then-]

Is anyone there? Hello?

[A bump on his head aches from the tumble. He doesn't understand what he's seeing in front of him, through the clear glass of the bowing windows. It makes him dizzy, and he rubs at his nose with one grubby hand. His fur cape is still muddy from the thunderstorm, making him look a bit like an abandoned puppy.]

I need some help!

[He tries to use the cot to pull himself back up, but with a click the wheel unlocks, and sends the bed teetering towards anyone coming across the floor. Oops...]

Comments

[ino]

Uh, I'm not really sure what a maester is, but I am a healer.

[ It's probably easier to just show him, right? She lifts a hand to her mouth to bite down on her thumb hard enough to draw blood, and she holds it up to the camera so he can see it.

Then, she touches her index finger to her thumb, and there's a faint green glow ... and that wound is completely gone from her thumb ]

Just like that!

[summerschild]

A maester is... [He actually has to think about it. A maester is just a maester, and he does maester things!] They're the ones who know everything. Healing, and history, and-

[He cuts off, both startled and morbidly fascinated, when Ino bites into her thumb, and watches with wide eyes as it heals.]

How did you do that?

[ino]

[ She smiles ]

I'm a healer. I heal things.

[summerschild]

Is it like magic? Can someone learn it, or-

[He doesn't know how to ask - are you something other than human? - without being rude]

[ino]

It's not magic. It's called chakra, and every person has it inside them.

... I wouldn't say anyone can learn the healing part of it -- it requires a certain precision and level of concentration that not everyone can master, but anyone could at least learn the basics leading up to it, anyways.

[summerschild]

"Chakra"?

[He tries out the word, slowly.]

How much can you heal with it?

[ino]

Mm ... it depends on the injury, I guess. Bigger things like broken bones and stab wounds are no problem, though.

[summerschild]

What if someone was broken more than that, and they couldn't walk?

[ino]

You mean both legs broken? Or something like spinal damage?

[summerschild]

[He nods.]

Damaged. If they didn't work anymore.

[ino]

Oh, like paralysis?

[ She looks thoughtful for a moment ]

Well, I could give it a shot, but I don't know how successful it'd be, honestly. It would really depend on how bad the damage was and how long it'd been left that way. Usually, the longer the wounds are left untreated, the more difficult it becomes.

[summerschild]

[Bran nods again, disappointed.]

It will have been two years, by now. I'm sorry.

[ino]

[ She frowns ... ]

Well, there might not be much that I could do to fix them as they are -- though I don't mind giving it a shot just in case -- but I'm sure that someone could make you a device that would allow you to walk, if not. There's plenty of technology available to replace or assist limbs with artificial parts that allow them to function just the same as they did before.

[summerschild]

The boy with the metal leg offered to make me a chair with wheels.

[ino]

[ Boy with the metal leg ... ? Hm. She's ot sure she knows who he's referring to, but it's a nice gesture anyways ]

A wheelchair, you mean. I think the captain of the Red Fish uses a wheelchair, too.

[summerschild]

[His face lights up at this.]

He does? [Apologies to Nunnally; Westeros isn't quite gender-progressive.] Are his legs like mine?

[ino]

I'm not sure exactly what the trouble is with her legs, but I've never seen her out of it, so I assume she can't use them.

[summerschild]

And she's still able to be captain of her ship?

[ino]

[ She seems a little surprised, and wonders if he's been told he can't do anything because of his condition ...

Or worse, maybe he really can't, thanks to the lack of technology in his world ]

Well, yeah, of course.

[summerschild]

I'm glad.

[He had not been told he couldn't do anything, but he could feel it, and he could see it in his family's eyes.]

Perhaps I could be one too, someday.

[ino]

[ A little smile. There's the whole thing where people don't age here and you're nine so no one is going to take you seriously, but -- it's cute, so: ]

I don't see why not.

[summerschild]

[Of course they'd take him seriously. He's seriously adorable.]

I'm able to ride a horse, and shoot a bow from it. Perhaps there are other things I could do, then, with a wheelchair.