Welcome to my little corner of Sorachan's Tanjia. If you have not yet become enthralled by her world, I highly recommend that you read at least the prologue. www.dolldivine.com/stories/Sorachan-3940 Also, now would be a good time to check out Part One of my story if you have not done so. I hope you enjoy both.
PART TWO - RIPPLES AND ORBITALS
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Liri'el like many small business owners, lives over her working space, and spends most of her free time in its glorious library. The lower floor is completely refurbished to facilitate water therapy, music therapy, herbal therapy, light therapy, etc., as well as more acute needs.
Having discovered that Pa'them had been right, and his music had become popular enough to supply her with the money to buy a suitable building in Kei-Larr, Liri'el immediately established her clinic and began furnishing it to fit her ideas of how best to promote, restore, and maintain health. In this she consulted with The'uki and her family, especially with her forward-thinking aunt Nur'yati. When it was finished, it was an intriguing blend of the old but serviceable and the sparkling new, of trusted antiques and cutting edge technology. This made the rooms homier and more inviting, she thought, particularly since Liri'el preferred to grow some of her herbs fresh to be harvested when required.
What concerned Liri'el most, however, was the fear that people might not come to her to be helped. Of course, her few friends in Kei-Larr visited her and often brought their friends, but a practice cannot be built on such favors alone. Still, reluctantly, she charged them, for the money made it possible for Liri'el to treat the poor at reduced rates, and Silver Sails became well known for turning none away. In return, although perhaps Liri'el did not realize it, she could walk home alone, for instance after delivering a baby late at night, undisturbed and with confidence that her clinic would be safe, secure, and just as she had left it, for no one would cause harm to the White Pearl.
Meanwhile her reputation was steadily growing and spreading like ripples, from her craftsman father, from her mother the academic, from her scientist aunt, and among the musicians and entertainers who patronized her for her late husband's sake initially, and then for her own. Soon Liri'el had to employ a message service to keep track of appointments and obligations. It should have been her mother-in-law's task to launch her into the higher levels of society, but Glai'laren found an albino relative embarassing, much less one who was socially inferior enough to have to work for a living. Liri'el, however, simply couldn't care less.
(This is a work in progress. Thank you for your patience.)