Logs:How To Have Fun
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| RL Date: 17 April, 2008 |
| Who: Daegan, Madilla |
| Involves: Healer Hall |
| Type: Log |
| What: Madilla sterilises instruments, and has a run in with Daegan, who is supposed to be helping. |
| Where: Infirmary, Healer Hall |
| When: Day 25, Month 1, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
| Infirmary - Healer Hall Brightly lit and cheery, this room has several couches near the entrance. Games of all sorts, along with fresh fruits and water, have been left here to help those visiting patients pass the time. At the eastern end of the room is a fireplace with a pot of fresh water ready to be heated. A long counter nearby is perfect for preparing medicines. The rest of the room is sectioned off by curtains, to provide private areas for patients to rest or be examined. The private areas seem unusually large, at first, until you realize they were made that way on purpose, so groups of Healers can visit any patient and learn from the patient's condition and treatment. The smell of fresh herbs drifts through this room, and it appears to be kept very clean. The afternoon is creeping on towards the dinner hour, and thus, the end of classes for the day, but there are still chores and lessons to be done, and growling stomachs to be ignored. For a group of Junior Apprentices, this hour is spent doing odd jobs in the infirmary. There's a group disinfecting instruments at the hearth, and another helping to measure out doses of different medicines. Madilla is a member of the first group, wearing thick gloves as she gently places the instruments into a big pot, to let them boil. She's concentrating as though this is a life or death task, much to the amusement of some of the older members of the group, for whom this is just dreary busywork. "Now, be a dear and help this lot with these instruments. Make sure they do it right, Egan-dear." The elderly voice of Master Sila can be heard to say, "And don't be late for dinner, you know how your grandfather gets when he's meal's not on time." And with that and a return of: "Yes, Grandmama." From the sweet-voiced youth that is Daegan, the woman leaves the infirmary. Once she's out of sight, the lad's face screws up into an expression of annoyance. He looks down at the little collection of instruments in the small metal dish that was handed off to him, and with a resigned sigh he heads towards Madilla where she sits boiling other similar instruments. "Here's more for the lot." The boy says as he draws near the other youth. Then, more to himself than to her, "I'm gonna miss the fight." Its a grumble - the complaint of an apprentice whose hopes of seeing a few punches thrown have been dashed by the dictates of 'Gran'. There are perks to having a relative so high up in the craft - but there's loads of down-sides to counterbalance it. Madilla is too polite to visibly eavesdrop on the conversation between Sila and her grandson, though by the way she shifts aside on his approach, she's probably aware of the exchange. "They can go straight in," she instructs, in a voice that suggests she's taken personal responsibility for this lot. "Carefully, though. It's boiling - it's hot. " The apprentice - still the Hall's newest, here just over a sevenday and still settling in - tilts her head up to consider the other boy. "This may not be actual healing, but it /is/ important." More important than the fight, evidently. There's a snort from the boy in response to the girl's words, "Bet'chu just fell of the last wagon that came in." Is Daegan's comment as he takes up the tongs with a practiced hand to begin moving the instruments into the boiling water with ease. "I've been helpin' with this part of things since I was eight. By the way - nothin' boils that isn't hot." He points out the repetitiveness of the young woman's statement. No tact, no manners. Its easy to understand the rumors that say the lad is only in the craft still because of his Gran's influence. He replaces the tongs once the dish has been emptied and he places it in the pile with the other dishes yet to be boiled clean once the instruments are done. "Fight's more excitin'. One of th' older Hold boys said th'other looked at his sister funny. Donno how you look funny or not at a girl, but s'gonna be a good fight." He seemed excited as he spoke of the fight, but then with the renewed reminder that however good it may be, he's going to miss it, he frowns. Then - an idea: it shows on his face as though someone had just uncovered a glowbasket to its brightest. "Say-- whatever-your-name-is - do you think you can manage this lot on your own? I mean, you seem like a smart girl an' all." Scmoozing now he offers a friendly grin to her. "Doesn't matter if I did," retorts Madilla, not offended, but still with a sharp note to her voice. "At least I have some sense of responsibility." She peers down into the pot, examining the instruments (though for what, exactly, it's a little hard to say). "It's Madilla, and no, I can't. Your-- grandmother, is it? -- told you to help here, so you should stay. All Apprentices have to help out." Annoyed at having even been asked, the girl adds, chastisingly, "If you don't /want/ to do this kind of thing, maybe Healing isn't for you." Ah, a sense of responsibility. That's one of the many positive qualities for a Healer that young Daegan seems to be completely lacking in. He doesn't even fake it well (not that he really bothers to even try to fake it!). He does, however, gloss over the sharply delivered comment in favor of the easier point to resopond to. "Aw, Gran's always saying crazy things she doesn't mean. Like..." He trails of a moment thinking, "Eat your greens. She's -always- telling me to eat my greens. She never means it though. If she did, she'd notice when I put 'em in my napkin instead of eatin' them." Obviously when the fact that he doesn't is concealed from the elderly woman it means that she doesn't care enough to know, at least so far as the boy is concerned. "Look, you." He begins, apparently not bothering with her name, "I've been helping my Gran do her healing since I was old enough t'walk. I'm good at it. An' I don't need a little pibsqueak like you tellin' me what is or isn't for me." He eyes her up and down then, "You don't even know what you're about hardly - let alone what anybody else is about." There's a roll to his eyes for that and arms fold across his chest. Madilla's nose turns up at the other apprentice's attitude, and she rolls her eyes at him, hands moving to hips. "Of course you should eat your greens. They're good for you. But-- ignoring that, since it's hardly relevant, you're /supposed/ to be /here/. Working. Helping out. And I am not some pretty girl you can make eyes at and get to cover up for you. Don't you want to be useful?" Her indignance is tempered by her clear inability to comprehend where he's coming from; she's apparently quite confused. "I may not know everything, but at least I'm making an effort to learn." Daegan's nose wrinkles in disgust at the very idea of making eyes at a girl. "Ew." Is his simple response. "Even if you was a pretty girl, I wouldn't make eyes at you. Blech." He mimes the movements of one about to become physically ill before grabbing up the tongs again, clicking them together. "That Ephara girl was right. Girls are -weird-. And crazy." He eyes Madilla almost warily then before brandishing the tongs as a weapon, jumping backwards a step to click the tips together at her threateningly. "I can be more useful watchin' the fight. Who else do you think goes in to make sure the one guy can keep fightin'?" Not that Daegan is anywhere near qualified to make that assessment, but the simple grace of having a Healer's knot and badge gives him a leg up on the Hold boys he's so frequently seen with. "Don't you know how to have any fun at all?" He asks, tone still one of lingering disgust. "Well, I'm grateful for that, because you're definitely not the kind of man I want to marry. Not that you're a man at all, of course!" Madilla drops her hands from her hips, turning away so that she can get back to monitoring the pot of boiling instruments, as she should be. This lets her mostly ignore the tongs, except to note, "You're acting like my littlest brothers do, playing around. Though at least they have some sense of responsibility. And I wouldn't trust you to bandage the simplest cut, let alone deal with a fight injury." She turns her head around, dark hair bobbing about her shoulders, and tells him, "I'm here to learn. Fun is for after class and chores." At least their disgust is mutual. He's just becoming more disgusted by the moment with the things this girl suggests. First work, then making eyes, and now -marriage-. "Gross!" Daegan declares loudly enough for some of the other apprentices to turn their heads - though seeing its just Egan, they dismiss it and go back to the task at hand - whatever that happens to be for each of them. He clacks the tongs at her again. "Then don't get in a fight when I'm around. Simple as that. As for the lads, they know I've a deft hand at applyin' bandages and gettin' swelling to go down. So, little-miss-know-it-all, you can-" He pauses for effect, "-shove it." He snorts, "Yer even boiling them wrong." He points out. She might easily not be, but its not going to stop him from trying to seed her young mind with doubts about her own competancey. He's a jerk like that. "No one cares what you have to say about anythin' really. I don't. They don't." He gestures around to the other apprentices - though their lack of attention to the interchange can hardly be chalked up to the content of it moreso than the simple fact that they have chores they're dutifully attending to. "So you might as well not wast yer breath anymore." "You won't think it so gross in a couple of turns time," says Madilla, quite placid in her tone of voice, though there's a hint of condescension buried in there. "I promise you, fighting is the last thing I will be doing, whether you're around or not." His words obviously have some effect on her - she hurriedly turns back to the pot again, checking it all over, cheeks quietly pink, though by the hardness of her lips, she's not entirely fooled. "At least I'm doing it at all," she adds, then, defensiveness matched with a certain primness in her tone. "Conveniently, I don't really care what you have to say, either. Either you can help me, or you can-- you can get lost. But I won't be covering for you." The boy's expression had settled into one of complete disbelief at her conjecture that he won't find the prospect of marriage as repulsive in a couple of turns. But then he's distracted by a much happier thought: getting to see the fight! "Great! Thanks for covering for me!" Daegan says cheerfully - despite the fact that she just said the exact opposite of what his words would seem to imply she agreed to, and replacing the tongs where they belong, he turns to head towards the door. "I'm good at getting lost." Is the comment that trails behind him. Madilla's lips press together to form an unhappy expression, as the other boy heads off. But she has no time for disapproval, really: there are instruments to begin fishing out, and putting away. Work to be done. Important things. |
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