Logs:Memory
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| RL Date: 12 March, 2010 |
| Who: Madilla, Warucori |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Madilla and Warucori catchup in the kitchens. |
| Where: Kitchens, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 3, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gabrion/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a day-to-day basis. The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating: swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day. It's not quite dinner, but the dinner cooking is already in full swing. Cori is sitting at a fresly cleaned table-- one of those arranged for mid-meal snacks avalible for those who can't make the proper meal times. She looks beat, sweat covered and as she enjoys her juice, very much in need of this break. For healers on evening shift, getting in just before dinner is often a good plan, and that is probably what brings Madilla up the passage from the Inner Caverns, dressed for a working day, apron and white coat already in place. As her footsteps slow just ahead of the table, she pauses, and, tilting her head to the side, remarks, "Are they working you hard, Warucori?" A beat later, as she's gathering up a plate, she adds, "How are you? Candidacy treating you well?" Warucori looks up, long fingers laced around her glass and smiles warmly, "Madilla. I haven't seen you in so long. They are not working me too hard. It is good, healthy labor. I'm not stranger to the kitchen, so it's fine. Care to join me? Tell me how things are going in the infirmary?" "I think we've all been busy," agrees Madilla, with her usual warmth, as she spoons some stew onto her plate and grabs a leftover roll from lunch. "I'd like that-- if you'll tell me all about the candidates, too. I'm always interested to hear." She settles herself into a chair just opposite the other girl, and picks her her fork to poke at the potatoes in the her gravy. "As for the infirmary... do you remember Jalthel? The aid? He's leaving for the Hall next seven. Decided to Apprentice after all." "It is...very dramatic...being a candidate." Warucori states carefully, adding a shy smile. "For the most part everyone is nice and we try to keep the peace, but it can be difficult with all sorts of personalities from all over and then the stress of what 'might' happen." She waits for the healer to settle in and frowns thoughtfully, "Jalthel, I think I remember him. I am sure the hall will be happy to have replacements. Gabrion went to visit a friend and they brought back four healer candidates. Imagine that at the hall." 'Dramatic' makes Madilla's expression turn quietly amused, though she lowers her gaze towards her food to concentrate on getting some of it towards her mouth. "I can imagine," is her comment about candidacy. "You must be getting exciting?" Of Gabrion, she adds, as she swirls her fork through the gravy, "/Four/. So that's five healers in total... goodness. How is Gabrion? His nose is healing, I hope?" Warucori conciders the question, "excited? I don't know. Worried more like. I spoke with a couple riders though and some of the rumors I was hearing aren't true, thank goodness." She smiles, adding a small nod, "at least we're all safe if we stub a toe or get into a hair-pulling match. Not that anything like that has happened mind you. I don't spend much time with Gabrion, he's rather caught up in this healer-boy who's a candidate with him or with his cousin." "I think--" Madilla hesitates before she finishes her remark, but sounds determined enough all the same. "That people like to exaggerate. I think you'll be fine." She smiles, encouragingly, at the younger girl. "I'm sure of it. I /think/ I'd be excited; I'm not sure, though." A mouthful of her food reaches her mouth, and she chews carefully, her expression deeply thoughtful, as, presumably, she considers Gabrion. "I hope he's all right. I haven't had the chance to talk to him in a little while." Warucori beams, "you're so nice, thank you. I plan to keep my eyes open and everything should be fine. Have you ever been a candidate?" As though she expects most weyr-folks to at least have a 'go' on the sands. When Madilla menitons Gabe the girl motions towards the living cavern, "I bet if you come out around dinner time you'll see him. Or just send a note to him? I'm sure he's alright." A pause and she narrows her eyes slightly, "why wouldn't he be alright?" Madilla looks pleased and flattered for the first of what Warucori says, her beam matching the one the candidate provides. Laughter follows, barely constrained, tiding her over until the other girl has finished talking. "No, I've never been a candidate," she says, with a shake of her head, then. "A healer since I was thirteen, a holder girl before then." Biting at her lip, she adds, "I'm sure Gabrion is fine, you're quite right. I just-- well. It's nothing." Warucori might be an innocent little hold-mouse, but there are some things that makes a girl curious 'it's nothing'. She perks, just slightly and gives Madilla a curious look, "are you sure?" She chews at her lower lip as she waits to see if Madilla will go on, her expression genuinely sweet as can be. Madilla's teeth leave her lip, as though she's strongly considering saying something; in the end, she shakes her head, closes her mouth, and hurriedly focuses her attention on scooping up some more of her meal. "No, it's really nothing," is her assurance, finally, made with an apologetic smile, as she scoops her food towards her mouth. After chewing and swallowing, she adds, "Have you been and touched the eggs, yet?" Warucori blushes, "it's alright." She says hastily, "I don't mean to pry. I'm sorry." Now she shifts, uncomfortable, "Anyway..." her smile sneaks in, "oh, I /did/. ohmygoodness." There's a gush of emotion in the blurr of words. "They are so big up close but it's frightening. The dragon is there /watching/, and the Weyrwoman is so edgy....I don't know if I would say it was enjoyable." Waving away the apology with a shake of her head and a smile, Madilla seems rather more interested, now, in hearing about the eggs and the touching of them. Amusement lingers about the corners of her mouth at the other girl's gushing, but her actual words are merely soft, even outright thoughtful. "I suppose it makes sense, that Iovniath would be-- protective. They're her babies, after all. The Weyrwoman, though... have you had much experience with her? She's often edgy. I wouldn't think too much of it." Warucori spreads her hands, "I'm afraid I don't have much dealings with the Weyrwoman. I have seen her from afar but have not once had a conversation with her. Then again, why would she have reason to speak with me hm?" There's amusement in her eyes at the very thought, "I think she has a lot on her mind. And you're right, the dragons are protective...but my goodness, the shells seem -so- hard. We couldn't harm them." "You'd be surprised," is Madilla's laughing response. "/I/ never thought I would have reason to speak to the Weyrwoman, but--" She trails off, her amusement fading; her expression turns wry. "I've known both this current Weyrwoman and her predecessor. It... does happen." She seems to break out of her sudden solemnity with a few moments more, hastily adding, then, "I think a good, hard kick would probably do it... I don't know, though, to be honest. Perhaps you're right. I'm not sure I'd want people near my babies, though." Warucori startles a little and puts a hand to her mouth, "kick one? Oh my dear....that wouldn't be good." Her lips twist in distaste, "and who knows what those criminals are capable of doing...." She shift slightly in her chair, "I guess when you put it like that, it's no wonder she wouldn't let anyone near that gold egg. I really wanted to touch it." She grins impishly at the idea. "Just to have the memory." Madilla's gaze narrows, and she looks - briefly - as though she's going to say something; whatever it was, it probably isn't what she /does/ end up saying, which is a simpler, gentler, "I meant... more by accident. Tripping and falling." She gives a firmer nod, as she finishes off the last of her meal, agreeing, "It's no wonder at all. Though I can see why having the memory would be-- well, /something/, wouldn't it? I think just touching the shells of any of them would be special, too, though. /I've/ never had the opportunity." Warucori notices Madilla's look and glances away, to watch her glass before taking a sip of the juice. "I don't mean to be harsh in my judgement....sorry. There are other things in life than hatchings though. Because for all of us out there on the sands, not everyone will get what they want or hope for. Besides, you are such a good healer, would you really give that up?" "It's all right," says Madilla, firmly, matching the words with a smile as she seeks to meet Warucori's gaze if she can. "Truly. And you're quite right. I wouldn't give up being a healer to be a rider-- I belong with the craft, and it's what I want. It's hard not to be a little envious, sometimes-- the way some of the riders talk about their dragons. It just seems enormously special, doesn't it?" She lets her expression fade off into ruefulness, then adds, "I would have no business being a rider, at any rate. I /do/ wish you luck, though." Warucori laughs, "I have not heard many riders speaks /too/ kindly of their dragons. Some of them talk down-right badly about them, though they do tell me they wouldn't trade what they have. I think it's a mixed blessing really. Thank you for the wish of good luck, I am not sure if I'm hopeful or not for myself other than making it through safely. I am excited for my fellow candidates--I wonder what they might be like with a dragon to tend to....I've never seen what happens you know. After the hatching I mean." Madilla's assessment is a quiet one. "They all love them without question, whatever they say." She gives a careful bob of the head in response to the rest of what Warucori says, smiling for it. "It changes people, I think. You'll see, I guess. We'll see. I ought to be heading to work-- evening shift. It's been lovely to see you again, Warucori. Look after yourself?" She rises, gathering her things together. Warucori ohs as Madilla gets up, "so good to talk with you again. I heard you gave a quilt square to our team. I have something I wanted to trade for it. Some nice velvet from my auntie...maybe I can bring it by? It's only fair right?" She too stands, reminded of the time and things to be done. The offer seems to surprise Madilla, but it brings a smile to her face, too. "If you like," she says, warmly, "But truly-- it's not necessary. I've been giving away the ones that didn't end up coming out the way I'd hoped, so they're far from valuable. I'll see you around, Warucori." |
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