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| RL Date: 3 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova gives Farideh a dragonhealing sampler. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 12, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowing. |
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| Snow falls slowly in large, light flakes. Inside, Leova's settled a four-person table where it can take advantage of the warmth by the heated pool, though there are only two chairs, set at an angle rather than opposing. She has hidework. She's deep into it. But when the assistant greets Farideh and ushers the girl over, those amber eyes lift in a long, thoughtful glance. Though the weyrling already looks weary from her day, there's a smile in greeting for the assistant, a hushed thank you, before the same smile, a touch more warm, is given the greenrider. "Leova," Farideh says lightly, but stands awkwardly beside the table, assessing the older woman with inquisitive eyes as she is likewise given a thoughtful glance. The tilt of her chin welcomes taking a seat. Her own smile simply welcomes. The greenrider says, in that same smoky voice of lessons and the odd unscheduled barracks visit, "Glad you made it. So. Tell me, Farideh: what are you looking to learn?" As though there might be choices. Unspoken invitation that it is, Farideh simply accepts, and slides into the second chair at the four-person table, giving the assistant a wide-eyed look before her focus settles firmly on the dragonhealer. "I--me? I suppose I-- don't want to let anyone down with something else, so maybe--" She bites her lip and leans back. "Everything? Healing, or know how to heal dragons, is important for-- weyrwomen? So, I should learn what I can, and-- sorry, I guess, I don't really know," she ends, on an exhale and an embarrassed flush. Leova's is a one-cornered smile, but with a certain empathy to it, not the sort that says she sees prey. She's leaned back. The assistant has left them to it. She takes her time even as she says, "No hurry, Farideh. Do you go by 'Farideh,' or anything shorter? Got a list, mostly wanted to see what draws you. Would like to hear what you've noticed about Roszadyth, how much they pick up on her mood or the other way around, natural-like." "Farideh," is her quick reply. "It's-- it's like what Roszadyth is supposed to do with other dragons, but with my hands instead of my--" Farideh taps her temple, then clasps her hands in her lap. "About Roszadyth?" Her brow furrows. "She's a lot like Niahvth, but less-- energetic? She's patient and kind and curious and-- oh, about-- they? Other dragons? I pick up on her mood easy, but that's because-- you know. Others? I don't think she particularly shields anything, but she's not-- she doesn't-- upset other dragons when she is, if that's what you mean." "Mm." Leova regards her, thoughtful as before. "So there are two primary aspects of dragonhealing for you, intertwined-like. There's her influence and harnessing that. The little things, the larger things. And then there's yours, with your hands, as you say. You tend to be coordinated, with your hands, with your body? Or more apt to drop things, run into things, suchlike. And, tell me about the last time she got real upset." "I think I'm coordinated. My hands are steady." Farideh frowns when she answers, like she's not exactly sure about it, herself. "Upset? I don't know that she-- she doesn't-- get upset, not really-- she's really-- really-- sensible about things? I'm more prone to get upset than she is. I think she might have been after the-- what happened at Fort's hatching, but I was upset and I think she was just concerned for me. She stayed calm." Now, she's definitely unsure. "Is that-- normal?" Leova had begun to smile, brief and true. It vanishes. "Fort. Aye." She says after a moment, "Convenient, for you, that she's levelheaded. Hope it lasts. Rising aside, 'course. It's, hm, not not normal. They all got their own temperament, see, and her dam isn't the most volatile out there. Sire either, come to that. So. What I'd like you to is keep a log, rough-like, until next time: think back to when Roszadyth was upset in her own right, even if only as a weyrling. Write it down. Keep track of when she's bothered and what she's bothered by. Listen to her, too, 'case she's bothered deep down and maybe you hadn't noticed. Might not be anything, but best to make sure, hm?" "A log," Farideh replies, levelly, almost in disbelief. "To write down-- her moods and if she gets upset at all. If other dragons react to her getting upset? If-- what if she doesn't? What if--" Something clicks and she sucks in a breath, closing her eyes, scratching the side of her face. "I'm sure she's just a mellow dragon and that's it. I would know if she was-- I would know, Leova," but there's still the flicker of uncertainty in her expression. "If she doesn't," Leova says wryly, not unkindly, "then there won't be much to write down, will there." She hasn't touched the hides since Farideh got here. She doesn't move to them now. "If other dragons react, and how they react, aye, that is to track too. As for the rest... sometimes we don't know as we're bothered by things because we're used to it, see. Sometimes we just deal. Sometimes we don't know any different. And she's still little, Farideh, no matter as she's growing out of straps and growing into a weyr. If you got a lot to learn about each other still, that's no surprise. If what you see is all of what there is, that's just fine too." Her smile shows up, more in her eyes than anything else. "Any questions?" If not: free to go! A contemplative silence has fallen over Farideh now; she frowns, but doesn't talk, the entire time that Leova speaks and explains. She might look relieved except she still looks uncertain. Her dismissal is met with a floundering look and then a wan smile. "No. I think-- that's all. I'll do that and then-- yes. Thank you." Not taking the time to linger, or ask any more questions, she bobs a curt nod to Leova and slips out of the chair, not waiting for the assistant to usher her out as she did in; she just flees, and quickly. |
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