Logs:Healerly Information
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| RL Date: 5 September, 2013 |
| Who: Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Healer Hall |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Madilla finally catches up with old-friend Barran. |
| Where: Healer Hall (and surrounds) |
| When: Day 19, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Huelet/Mentions, Ienavi/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions, Ustelan/Mentions, Varens/Mentions |
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| Between one thing and another (Just for starters, H'kon's missing day and the emotions it had brought to her, his emotions, since; and wasn't that enough?), Madilla had not been able to meet Barran until much later than she'd intended. He'd been cautious, but willing, at least. That was good. It had been a long time since they'd last spoken, after all. They'd had a drink at a local bar in the Fort region, one often frequented by Journeymen and Master Harpers and Healers (and apprentices, too... when they thought they could get away with it.) It had been nice to catch up: they'd seen each other on occasion, here and there, but it was usually when they were helping with exams, and there was never time. They'd met on that summer training program, then one where she'd met Varens, too. Barran knew all about that failed relationship - knew, too, that Varens was recently married to a Fort Hold girl, named Master just a few months past. Barran, too, anticipated that promotion: he'd be moving back to the Hall, he expected, unless whoever ended up Lord Holder at Nabol wanted to pay for a personal Healer. "I wouldn't mind," Barran had said. "I've gotten to like it there. Once this mess is all sorted out... well, it's a nice life, Dilly. Very comfortable. Very comfortable. You should think about something similar. High Reaches Hold would have you, wouldn't they? Lord Devaki?" She'd demurred. The Hold life wasn't for her. Not Mastery, either, if she was honest. He considered that disappointing - a waste of her talents. Privately, she considered his ambitions more disappointing still. "You should visit me at Nabol sometime. Really, we should have gone there... not that the old haunts aren't fun, too." "I'm not sure I want to spend much time at Nabol, these days," she'd said. "They say your Harper was murdered. Some say your Lord was murdered, too." "No proof of that," he scoffed. "Of which?" "Both. Sure, Lunmein ran off, but... Harpers. They do that. He'll show up. And Lord Ustelan was old, Dilly. Trust me - I was his Healer. He was old. Ienavi knew that, his sons knew that, everyone knew that. It was frankly impressive he lasted as long as he did." "So the autopsy showed nothing?" Barran waved a hand, idly, then lifted it to gesture for the bartender to bring them more drinks. "Inconclusive. Honestly, there was nothing to see, as far as we could tell. It's possible he was poisoned, but really? Why bother? He was going to die anyway." Madilla was increasingly finding her old friend irritating. What was wrong with him? "And Ienavi? You were her healer, too?" "Mmm, no. She preferred to see Journeyman Elin. Never heard anything about her being pregnant. Frankly, I'd be very surprised if it were Ustelan's. A man like that, with her! Shells, no." She said nothing. He noticed, and sighed. "I know, I know. You think I've abandoned my principles, turned into some Lord's lapdog; you don't need to say it. Maybe I have, Dilly, but I'm not like you. I do my work, and then I turn it off and go home. I play the game. No, I don't think Ustelan was murdered. Yes, I'm well aware that Ienavi is pregnant, but that's because the whole Hall is buzzing about it. I know she's here. Good for her. But giving the Hold to a newborn? What's the point?" To that, Madilla had nothing much to say. They parted, soon after that. He went back to Nabol, cheerful and hopeful for the future - Rone, Huelet, Tevrane; it didn't matter much to him. Madilla went to the Hall, visiting. She nodded at Varens across a crowded corridor, and he nodded back. He even smiled. That was a good thing. It was progress. She visited old teachers, missing Delifa all the more for it. This had been home, once. It was on her way out that she heard the news: the Lady Ienavi, delivered of a son just that afternoon. The game, it seemed, was on. |
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K'zin (K'zin (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 05 Sep 2013 18:35:37 GMT.
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Dun-dun-dun!
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 05 Sep 2013 18:44:41 GMT.
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Excellent. </Burns>
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