Logs:A Convenient Shortcut
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| RL Date: 4 May, 2015 |
| Who: Faryn, Keysi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Faryn comes across Keysi while taking a shortcut; they chat for the first time since the Hatching. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions |
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>---< Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------------------< The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil. The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Faryn F 22 5'4" lean, brown hair, brown eyes 0s Keysi F 17 5'7" athletic brown hair, grey eyes 44s "What is this one?" The small brown, now to Keysi's shoulder height at his own shoulder is standing beside the girl at the counter. The pair are certainly not here for medical reasons of their own. Rather, they're studying. Or more accurately, Keysi is asking Neianth questions and he is clearly frustrated with tinges of red mixed with the normal normal sedate blues. "No, they aren't forceps. No we can't-" The brown picks up the large pair of hemostats in his still-small-ish jaws from the counter and turns away to perch himself on a couch meant for injured dragons. A hiss curls from his maw as if announcing his 'win'. "And this is exactly why I never had study groups." Keys announces, waving a hand dismissively but clearly not actually angry by any means. It's a bit unclear what Faryn is doing in the entryway, especially given the fact that she's coming from the bowl-side. Maybe she just thinks it's an appropriate shortcut through to another location, or maybe she's got some secret and enigmatic reason for it, but the fact boils down to her presence there, leaned neatly in the doorway and watching the goings-on with an inquisitive, and plainly amused, eye. Keysi's proclamation earns an amused sound, not quite a laugh, that betrays her presence. She steps in, then, hands slipped into her pockets, giving Neianth an examining glance, though it doesn't take a professional to see he is in good health. "Tough crowd." Keysi is focused on the instruments in front of her, lined out so neatly on the counter. Faryn's voice doesn't startle her outwardly, but it certainly isn't expected. Perhaps it's because she has a second set of eyes that she's able to turn slowly as if she knew Faryn was there all along. "Faryn." Unexpectedly pleased, really, and it shows in just a slight change in the edge of her voice. She 'tsks' under her breath, a fondness betraying itself, "Tough barely begins to cut it. What are you doing out here?" Well-practiced hands idly work a pair of surgical scissors between her fingers as if she hasn't touched them in ages, which in essence is probably somewhat true. Enigmatic it is, as Faryn offers a short shrug in answer to what she's doing there. Even worse is, "Weighing my options," delivered drily and without elaboration. She's quick to turn the focus to Keysi and Neianth, though, giving the brown a wide berth (probably because of that earlier hiss) even as she steps around the couch he's claimed. "You don't even have thumbs," she says to him as she passes, if only to point out the silliness of his claim on the hemostats, before again, to Keysi, and more firmly, "He doesn't even have thumbs, Keysi. Does he think to join the craft?" Keysi studies Faryn after her initial comment, the intensity hasn't left her despite it all. She's quiet for a long moment, though allows the subject change. "He has no interest in it." She explains, setting down the instruments in her own hand as she takes a step away from the counter, "He wants me to study. He wants to be involved in everything, but he doesn't want to do the studying itself. He took that so I would stop asking him questions about it." Neianth releases the instruments he stole into his paws, and holds them similar to how a canine might hold a bone. His head tilts, bird-like, to focus on Faryn. The hiss deepens to a rumbling, still sounding irritated but perhaps a pinch less so. After a longer pause, Keysi continues, "How are you doing?" "What is he interested in?" seems the logical follow-up, with how passionately the brown is guarding his prize. Faryn asks it with polite, genuine interest, apparently unruffled by Keysi's examination of her. Or, mostly. She's busy watching Neianth at first, until he studies her too, a thing she seems to find much less tolerable for some reason. "I'm fine," she says, with the dimness of someone who has repeated a phrase often and is quite sick of it. "Runners. Feeding. Stables. Sleeping in the hayloft. Everything stayed the same outside while we were candidates, or didn't you notice?" It's a gentle, teasing barb, one meant to deflect. "Physical training. He wants to be better than everyone else." Keysi says off-handedly. The lightly tanned muzzle of Neianth drops rather suddenly to his blackened paws to grab up his instrument as he nearly jumps off the couch. He moves to encircle Faryn in about a bit more than half of a circle so she appears to have some manner of escape- collect, herd, keep- and then holds his muzzle out as if to offer the instruments for her to take. As if he isn't doing a thing, the once-healer continues on. She's not thick in the least and reads the sickness well enough. Keys, though never really hyped, becomes somewhat deflated even in her neutrality. "Well, you're doing a fantastic job at that. Maybe they'll promote you straight to master." She offers evenly, in Keysi's attempt to be playful. Faryn is examining the brown the entire time he moves, just to be safe. There is a tension in her shoulders, the tension of someone in range of a predator they're unfamiliar with, one moving too fast, jumping, circling them. She's just...unsure of him, it seems, even though she does very well in keeping the conversation on. "Ah. Well, does he know you punched H'vier in the face? Because that was pretty much the pinnacle of your physical training making you better than anyone else." Her hand goes out obligingly at the offering, though she doesn't grab; she'll wait for him to actually hand it over. "I wouldn't be surprised if they did." She'd buff her nails if she could, but she's still waiting for Neianth's decision with the not-forceps. Keysi shakes her head, "He knows a bit of everything, but some things without the... details. I have not seen him since then." The second part is added somewhat quickly, as if evading the follow-up questions to come from the brown who, outwardly, looks entirely focused on Faryn. He slowly opens that predatory maw of his, letting the drool-covered instrument fall into Faryn's hands if she'll catch it. If not, they'll all get dagger-filled glares from the journeymen in the room if it hits the floor. "It's a little different than my training, not that blindsiding someone counts. He's awkward." Neianth snorts at that, but continues to be more involved in Faryn's business than is appropriate. "I haven't been out of training much. I am sorry I haven't come to find you yet." It's said quieter, but fortunately given her level tones, she's spared anything of pity or other uncomfortable feeling. "If he didn't see that coming, he's blind," Faryn says, still very amused by the memory, but certainly not too amused to catch that piece of equipment as the dragon drops it in her hands. Being no stranger to goop or drool or other odd grossness, she pulls a small face and wipes the hemostats on the lower section of her pants, somewhere she's not likely to encounter the aftermath later. She wipes her hands a bit higher, just above the knee, and then turns to offer the tool to Keysi. "I saw him briefly after the hatching," she notes, "but not since then. Probably for the best, really. He's...very unpleasant." She has a shrug for the apology. "You have things to worry about," Neianth, "and I'm not one of them. It's practically easy now, especially with how hard things seem to be for you guys." The brown, all up in her business? He earns a pointed look. Can I help you? "..Aye." Keysi agrees, but with an odd hint of reluctance. Not regret, certainly. "And yes, he is. He was one of the first people I met after my transfer. I suppose I thought I could change my.. judgements.. given his dragon was on the sands, but." And she shrugs slightly, awkwardly, at that. There's a hint of amusement with it too. "I do." And the amusement drops, "But it's not a good excuse. We miss you." Again, she's spared anything beyond the words themselves. "Anyway," she carries on to avoid the thought lingering, "as they get bigger, we'll get around more." Neianth, on the other hand, has no problem showing his amusement. With his face a couple of feet from Faryn's, he pauses. His lips curl to show his teeth, but there's a chortle behind it despite the intimidating nature of the expression, not a growl. "He wants you to run with that. Don't." As if she would. The brown slowly uncurls himself from her and turns for the doorway as if to leave. "He's hungry." Is explained quietly. "It's a fine excuse," Faryn assures, because even if she's not trying to make feel like pity, the herder can detect it there, somewhere. "I look forward to them being more independent. I miss you guys too." Maybe too much on that vote of confidence, because Faryn takes a moment to smile toothily at the brown, stepping back even as she does. Too much fang. "You know where to find me, when you do. Take care of yourself, Keysi. Don't work too hard." She accepts Neianth's dismissal for what it is, and Keysi's excuse too. Her own path is carved the opposite direction, towards the infirmary. So that's it: a convenient shortcut. |
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