Topic: The List

Sivanna Cyredghymn

Date: 2009-04-14 21:03 EST
It was an overcast Tuesday evening, and one resilient blonde elfess had opted to wear her cashmere shawl on her walk to the clinic. If it drizzled, it may well have ruined the garment, but it was a price Sivanna was willing to pay to keep the stack of fliers she'd in hand neat and dry. The Riverview Benefit Gala was fast approaching, and until today, the cleric had not yet kept to her promise to publish a tentative list of the prizes up for auction. At long last, she'd finally found the time, and was on her way to deliver the first draft to Dr. Valkonan herself.

As she glided in the building's direction, her heart rate seemed to increase exponentially. The cleric picked up the pace briskly to hide her uneven breathing and clutched the list protectively against her chest.

Her ideas had become a reality. The date for the auction was set, and in less than a month, the citizens of Rhy"Din would all make a collaborative effort to raise money and benefit the community. The donations they had already received spoke volumes about the generosity of the populace here, and Siv was developing an extraordinary respect for this strange place she now called home.

Carefully, the elfess brought the list out from its hiding place and read it for the hundredth time as she walked. It was a wonderful cause, and such wonderful people were making it possible.

And yet, as the elven cleric made her way into the reception area of Riverview, she could not help but be dwarfed by the most crushingly insignificant feeling.

It was a wonderful cause, and gods willing, it would be a success. But it would still not be enough— not by miles, and not for what this clinic had done for the community. No matter what she did, she would hardly make a dent. And at that moment, Sivanna wasn't sure how all right she was with that idea.

Nevertheless, the former general silently proceeded to the reception desk, cradling the list like some ancient relic that would turn to dust if she gripped too firmly. A polite smile crossed her lips, but did not meet her eyes as she handed the page to Phyllia Hawkwood directly.

"Good evening, Miss Hawkwood. I wonder if you would pass this along to Doctor Valkonan when you can?"

The receptionist took the page curiously, brow ticking upward as she read over its contents.

"Would you like me to page her for you?"

Sivanna shook her head firmly. "No, thank you. I wouldn't want to bother her while she's at work. But please do let her know that this is what we have so far, and any input on it would be greatly appreciated."

Turning on her heel, Siv almost made for the door, but paused mid-step, oyster-colored metalloid irises sweeping the lobby once in consideration. Her boots creaked as she slid back around on the balls of her feet, pursing her lips thoughtfully. The cleric eyed the receptionist through a veil of champagne-colored lashes, who by now had resumed her paperwork.

"I'll be blunt," she began hesitantly. "I don't have any medical training, and I'm not good with kids. But I do want to help. I want to do more," she pressed earnestly.

"Is there something— anything— else I can do??

Maranya Valkonan

Date: 2009-04-17 12:57 EST
Phyllia noted the earnest attitude that radiated in almost palpable waves from the elven cleric. She looked on her desk, and sympathetically offered out a slim pamphlet from one of the racks.

"This lists the areas that we are looking for when it comes to volunteers, Miss. You can look this over. If you see anything in there that interests you, come back, and we'll see about adding you to our roster of loyal supporters."

The harried receptionist lowered her voice as she continued, "Confidentially, we can use all the help we can get."

Sivanna Cyredghymn

Date: 2009-04-30 05:57 EST
A few days had passed since Sivanna Cyredghymn, volunteer, had left the clinic doe-eyed and idealistic. This Thursday, Sivanna Cyredghymn, PR Director, stood in front of the nursery in the heinous hours of the morning reserved only for the worst insomniacs. Indeed, the cleric was one of them. She hadn't had a full night's rest since before she came to Rhy"Din. Though the insomnia seemed to be getting progressively worse.

Her finger traced small circles on the glass that separated her from the infants, singling out a Caucasian newborn boy who was no bigger than a loaf of bread. However late the hour, his azure, oval eyes were open, and they hadn't left Sivanna once. The elfess smiled weakly at him.

"What am I doing here, little one" What kind of difference can I make?" With a sigh, her forehead hit the pane silently. She wasn't officially on duty yet, but the former general found herself hanging around Riverview more and more these days. Perspective. She just needed a little perspective. However helplessly insignificant she felt, there was something about returning to ground zero that reminded Sivanna of why she fought this war.

The child gave her an inquisitive look. Sivanna chuckled dryly.

"I don't know if I'm good enough to do it. But I tell you what, little one. I'll give it my best. Is that enough for now?"

The baby smiled.

"Thank you."

With a smile, the elven cleric made her way down the silent halls and into the doctor's lounge. She found a stack of mailboxes not far from the entrance, and, producing a small pen and notepad, she etched a memo in absurdly elegant scripted Common.

Anya:

I know you are a very busy woman, but when you've a moment, I would like to meet with you and be brought up to speed on the various goings-on at Riverview. I know it is a lot to ask, but I feel hearing information firsthand from the COS will make further community relation arguments much more concrete.

Thanks always, Sivanna

A firm tug, and the parchment was freed from the pad and slipped into a cubby labeled "Xenia Chirikova." Sivanna would hardly burden Anya with one more ounce of tree before it went through the good doctor's human filter, after all.

That being done, the cleric's hand moved into her pocket to fish out a small, pewter timepiece. It was just after four-twenty. Maybe she could catch Dr. Savaris in the ER before his shift was over and introduce herself. Whatever the case, it looked like Sivanna wasn't going to sleep tonight. Again.

With a soft sigh, she turned and made her way down the hallway to the Surgical and Emergency Wing.