Logs:Broken No More
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| RL Date: 23 May, 2012 |
| Who: K'del, Lirienne |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del's arm is out of plaster. Lirienne wants to Stand for Ysavaeth and Cadejoth's clutch. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 11, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Madilla/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.
It's a commonly known fact that neither set of healers especially like it when the clientele of the other use their infirmary as a shortcut between the caverns and the bowl. And yet-- it's equally commonly known that people to do it anyway, and that some people, more than others, regularly get away with it. K'del is one of these, and there's a definite skip in his step as he meanders into the dragon infirmary, his arm (for the first time in quite some time, now) no longer encased in plaster: that's probably reason for anyone to almost-but-not-quite skip. Lirienne pauses mid-sweep as she looks up - the lack of a cast gaining the Weyrleader a second look, before she slightly smiles. "Finally free, sir?" she calls out with a nod towards the arm if the rider looks up, before glancing around. With a lack of actual patients, she sweeps the small pile towards a wall, and rests the broom against it. No doubt there are things K'del ought to be attending to (and, in fact, there is without question a very interesting and possibly slightly disturbing letter that's presently waiting for him, little though he knows it), but freedom is - well, a wonderful thing. Lirienne is the first person to catch his attention, when she calls out, and so, it is in her direction that he shifts his path. "Finally free," he agrees. "What're you doing in here? Thought you were the /other/ kind of healer. Branching out?" A somewhat bigger smile is given for that answer, as well as a quiet, "Congratulations. And.. uhm.. actually, research. Sort of," Lirienne admits, before tilting her head at the arm, "It healed well then?" she asks with a bit of curiousity towards the limb. K'del flexes the fingers on his newly restored arm, giving them a glance that says a lot more than his words do: all is not completely well yet. "Little bit of physical therapy, and it'll be back to normal," he swears, aiming to sound completely light about it. "No lasting damage. Thank you, Lirienne. What sort of research?" Lirienne winces a touch, and nods, "I'm glad to hear it is only a little bit," she shares, before turning slightly rosy, "Ah... about dragons." Then goes darker as she contemplates the unintentional 'duh' factor of the statement. She pauses, then adds, "I... ah, wanted to learn more about the, uhm, responsibility side of them." Although clearly failing to determine what is so embarrassing about this explanation, K'del nonetheless turns his expression sympathetic - and interested, too, his brows raising but in a friendly, thoughtful kind of way. He hasn't quite worked his way through to what it implies, however, clearly, because his remark, then, is, "Seems like a good thing to do. Living in a weyr, guess you see a lot of them, but that doesn't necessarily really explain it all. Got any questions?" There really isn't going to be a better opening. There really, really isn't. So, swallowing audibly, and drawing herself up, "Uhm... Actually, yes sir." Lirienne pauses a moment, then lets out a deep breath to forcably relax her spin a little and make the words shake a little less, "Would it be possible.. I mean can I.." Sentence structure, woman! "May I stand for the.. for Ysavaeth and Cadejoth's Clutch?" The 'yes' draws K'del's attention, though of course most of his has already been on the Apprentice; he nods encouragingly. The immediate reaction to her question is thoughtfulness rather than surprise, though it's likely that he is, nonetheless, surprised by it. "Your Hall going to chase me down with pitchforks and fury for saying yes?" he wonders, in a way that may not be completely serious. The young healer gnaws on her lower lip for a moment, then shakes her head, "The.. well, last Master I spoke with, he.. didn't .. well, Madilla thought the idea of, uhm, duty on this side was a good idea, before asking." There is a pause, then she lifts a shoulder, all the words she has trouble finding coherency in falling with the joint. K'del relaxes, just slightly: there must have been at least some seriousness in that question, then. But, "If Madilla knows, then there can't be a reaction that's too harsh." His expression turns more amused for it, as he explains, "Had a few Apprentices asking to stand to avoid being sent home, now. Rather the healers didn't get added to the list of people pissed at me. It's getting kind of long. Of course you can stand, Lirienne. You were searched before, weren't you? Maybe this time'll be the right one." Lirienne was half-expecting to be told - that's clear from the surprise that shows, before a smile appears. "I... well, thank you very much. For the opportunity, and all," is all she says, sincerity practically pouring off the words. Even if her dragon isn't, or for all the reasons she hasn't mentioned doesn't bare out - the fact that K'del says yes is enough for her to almost - almost - beam. Today? Is a good day. Good enough that even if Lirienne only almost beams, K'del definitely does. "You're most welcome," he says, with sincerity of her own. "Sure you'll do us proud. Could end up another first-aid rider, like G'brion. Or-- not, if that's not what ends up appealing to you." The latter statement is appended hastily, very nearly awkward. "Guess you, uh, know the drill from here." Lirienne is, certainly, more enthusiastic about the idea this time around. But, like the man says, she knows the drill. And as if suddenly realizing she has a lot of work to do, she looks around. "Right. Uhm... I should finish sweeping, then, ah, move my things into the barracks. Do.. should I tell anyone, or..." K'del's gaze follows Lirienne around the room, apparently registering her intent even before she actually asks the question. "Finish the sweeping," he agrees. "Let Madilla know. Move your things, and then let the Headwoman know so that she can get you set up on the--" He waves a hand, vaguely, no doubt implying a lot of things that he's forgotten about entirely. "All of that." Lirienne nods once, expression falling back into solemn expressions - because there are so many for the redhead. "Yes sir. And again. Thank you." Then it's back to sweeping she goes - a little more energy and intent behind each swish. And off goes K'del, too, no doubt to celebrate the release of his arm... and to read strange letters containing strange news. |
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