Aya's POV
The walls in the temple were a strong grey stone below with painted white wood above. Half and half style. I bowed to the two monks as I entered, remembering where I was.
The child had been placed on a table that had been dragged in from one of the back rooms. His shrieks and cries of pain echoed off the high beamed ceiling. Two of the kids had run off to notify his Father. His Father was a very important man in this area, I dare not touch the child's leg without his Father's permission.
Running over to the side of the table, I placed my hand on top of the six year boy's head, clearing the moist hair from his forhead; the perspiration being due to the pain. I whispered calming words to him as I opened up my bag and placed on the table, the splint sticks, and the cloth packs to clean and cleanse the wound. His name was Minamoto no Yoshiko. His Father, Minamoto no Yoshimitsu was the head of the Minamoto clan. I had to be careful..
