Dr. Emy

@serukis.bsky.social

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Worldbuilder, Writer, Artist, Reader, Nature Lover 🍄🐾🌿 PhD in creative writing and transgender YA narratives. She/They ✨🌈 Creator of Etrea at https://www.worldanvil.com/w/etrea

A painting of a wooden wreath with a red bow and some fir needles and some mushrooms. The text says merry Christmas. The painting is mounted on criss-crossed Christmas washi tape

Black and white guinea pig face, half hidden by a white blanket.

A black and white cat resting his head on an arm wearing blue hoodie.

Three trays of oatmeal raisin cookies on cooling racks.

Black cat curled on his side and looking at the camera.

"Those are for tomorrow," she told him. "One for the morning when you wake up, one for the afternoon, and one before you go to bed for the night. For the rest of the day, you need to be either sleeping or resting in bed."
The TAG combed his fingers through his hair in agitation. "I can't. I have training to do."
Yara put her hands on her hips, frowning down at him. Standing, the TAG seemed to tower over her, but that was not the case when he was sitting down.
"If Captain Vernell has a problem with it, you send her to me. Tell her that it's the medic's orders."
An odd expression passed over the TAG's face, then, as though he was imagining what a confrontation between Yara and the Captain would look like, but he only nodded.
"If you say so."
"I'll get you the alchemical aid now." Then she hesitated, folding her arms across her chest instead and giving him a long look. "It's no wonder you TAGs want to recruit medics if this is how you treat your bodies."
It was almost a challenge, an acknowledgement that she had not forgotten his interest in recruiting her. She had been expecting a glib remark in return, even despite his exhaustion, but the expression on his face when he looked up at her was so raw it felt like a physical shove.

A circular fantasy lunar calendar surrounding a circular picture of a tree through the seasons.