Logs:A Spill In The Storerooms
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| RL Date: 23 June, 2013 |
| Who: Tayte, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: An apprentice is hurt. Tayte and Azaylia join forces to save the day! Or, to at least get the situation under control. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Pilippa/Mentions, Carizee/Mentions |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves. "Get down, Pilippa," Tayte's alto has a surprisingly commanding tone for one that is usually so easy-going. But anyone in the vicinity of the empty barrels and crates in the stores could see why. A teen wearing an apprentice knot has climbed the shelves and is struggling to pull a large crate from the top shelf. How she managed to get that far is obvious from the stance the Journeywoman has with her head bent with an older brunette girl over a clipboard. In point of fact, this afternoon has this section of the stores rife with female vintners. There's about eight, including Tayte. Some younger, some older, all engaged in some task that involves stacking empty crates onto trolley carts for transport. Some seem to be struggling with the physical labor more than others. A squeak from the climber as she starts to try to climb back down has heralds a misstep that has her losing her grip and falling. There's a crunch as she lands that almost certainly guarantees a trip to the infirmary will be in order. Already, it seems that the meals have been less hearty and the supplies guarded with extreme judgment over casual requests. The amount of people in the storerooms, vintners or no, have gained Azaylia's attention. "T--" She begins in her approach, arms weighed with her paperwork of the day. What might have been an awkward misremembering of Tatye's name is cast aside as the apprentice takes her spill. After that audible crunch, so too does the weyrwoman's work thunk to the ground as she rushes forward. "Are you--" No, stupid, "Where does it hurt?" She won't overstep her boundaries, but perhaps share the territory of command with the somewhat familiar Journeywoman. All kinds of things get dropped in that moment. First the crunch then the thump of the weyrwoman's paperwork, and then the clunks of crates and the clipboard dropped by the vintner girls. "Give her room to breathe," Tayte instructs even as she sprints the short distance, and gracefully drops to a knee beside Azaylia as the goldrider asks the critical question. It's obvious that the girl is alive because the squeak was followed by a wail and then sobs. The Istan blonde reaches out to her charge, carefully touching her shoulder. "My aaaaarm!" Comes the choked response from the teen as she starts to struggle onto her knees. The girl wears long sleeves, but there's an unnatural bulge to her forearm; surely a break. Wet eyes are turned toward the goldrider and journeywoman as the apprentice cradles her arm. Azaylia glances towards Tayte once they're both at the girl's side. It carries a look of worry that's soon stifled as she does her best to look calm for the apprentice's sake. She doesn't reach for that unsettling bulge, but for the arm that's holding it. "It's alright." Airy soprano seems to carry no worry, nothing to cause more panic, "Shh. It'll be alright. Your arm. Does your leg hurt?" Should the girl be able to answer, the Acting Weyrwoman's murmur for Tayte slips beneath the hiccuping and sobs, "It looks broken. If she can walk, can you or your apprentices get her to the infirmary?" Tayte's expression is unflappable. Just another day. Her words echo Azaylia and she listens for Pilippa's answer on the account of her leg and there's a sniffle between sobs and a headshake. Nothing to hear after all, nothing but the goldrider's murmur. There's a tiny nod, likely lost to any not watching for a response from the Journeywoman, to the first, then a second, along with, "Yes, Weyrwoman. I can get her there." She pulls the tan scarf from about her neck, a silky thing not made for the purpose she puts it to. She rises and steps behind Pilippa, "Does it hurt on your elbow? Or your wrist?" The bulge makes it clear that the forearm's the problem, probably put out in instinct to break her fall. A few headshakes more have Tayte carefully wrapping the scarf under the elbow around the girl's neck and to her wrist, tying it off carefully so it doesn't cut off circulation. "That should keep you from moving it too much while we walk." She explains calmly to the apprentice. "Can you stand?" A little nod from the girl followed by a failed attempt to rise, lacking the use of both the injured arm and the one cradling it, has Tayte looking to Azaylia, "Would you mind getting under her other shoulder?" Neither woman lacks strength, both athletically built, but easier to lift with two. Safer. Tayte's hand slips under one arm ready to lift if Azaylia is obliging. Azaylia watches with only slight surprise at how resourceful Tayte is, offering a soothing air and calm murmurs while the makeshift sling is secured. Her gaze meets the Journeywoman's, "O-oh. No, of course I don't mind. Here." Despite the strength used, the weyrwoman's touch is careful as her hand slips under the opposite arm and she helps to lift the injured apprentice to her feet. "Would you like me to come? Just in case?" A question for Tayte, aimed over the girl's head. "Certainly, Weyrwoman. Many hands make light work, or in this case carrying," Tayte's voice holds a touch of easy humor, though her expression doesn't change from calm and focused. "Carizee," She calls and one of the older apprentice girls steps forward. "Please have the girls take the crates that they've gotten down over to the workroom. No one is to attempt to get more or climb on anything. Understood? I'll meet you back there." There's a nod and a 'yes, ma'am' and the girls start moving into action while Tayte gives Azaylia a nod to indicate her readiness. Pilippa's sobs have subsided to little whimpers of continued pain, "We'll get you to the infirmary and they'll take good care of you, Pippa," the journeyman's tone is soothing. "And if you could, please," This is where Azaylia's discomfort shines, adding another task to Tayte's initial orders, "Pick up my work and set it nearby? Thank you." The weyrwoman will surely return for the clipboard once she's finished escorting the apprentice. The journeyman's nod is returned over Pilippa's head, and she leaves the soothing to the older woman, the one more familiar to the apprentice. Instead, she focuses on keeping her steps as even as she can, the sling ensuring that the girl experiences as little pain as possible on their way to the infirmary. |
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