Logs:New Workrooms
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| RL Date: 25 July, 2010 |
| Who: Madilla, Pytor |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Madilla and Pytor discuss the weather, the new complex, and ways of carrying babies. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 4, Turn 23 (Interval 10) |
| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. It's raining outside, but it's also pretty warm-- by High Reaches spring standards, at least-- and perhaps that explains why the rain hasn't deterred people from the outdoors, this afternoon. Whatever the reason, though, the Nighthearth is mostly empty - and quiet. One of those few who has settled in here is Madilla, who sits not far from the hearth, with a half-finished quilt in her lap, a needle in her hand, and a very small sleeping baby snuggled up against her chest in a sling. Pytor seems to be one of those that had been enjoying the outside, at least until recently. He trails into the nighthearth, pair of boots soaking wet in one hand and a towel that he's still drying his hair from a recent bath with in the other. Padding on bare feet he moves towards the hearth itself to settle the boots into a spot where they /might/ dry before he needs them again. A wide grin is tossed to Madilla and a finger pressed to his lips to signal he's noticed the baby. It doesn't appear he's leaving though, instead he settles into another of the chairs near the hearth to finish drying himself off. Madilla matches that grin with one of her own, albeit a somewhat tired, sleep deprived kind of grin, her head inclining forward just slightly in what is probably a gesture of appreciation. Though she glances down at her sleeping daughter after doing this, it's only for a moment; then, glancing across at Pytor again, she tells him, keeping her tone low, "I think she's pretty soundly asleep, at this point, so don't feel you need to creep around /too/ much. I'm not sure it would be fair to bring her out here if I needed absolute silence." Pytor leans back in his chair, just soaking up the heat from the hearth. Its warm enough outside, but not after you've managed to get yourself soaked through to the skin it would seem. Madilla's words have him shrugging "Never know, I've had a turn or two in the nursery. Sometimes when you want them to stay asleep you'll move just about anywhere that they might like." from the feeling in his tone, he /has/ done a turn or two in the cretch. "You been out today? If you can manage to not get soaked its great outside." Madilla's low laugh suggests she's all too aware of the reality of this, a suggestioned confirmed when she admits, "It's true. There are times when I'd do just about anything, I think." Though the expression aimed at her offspring is fond, it's also a little rueful. "Not yet. I'm hoping I can go for a walk, later. Spring rain can be lovely, though, can't it? So... refreshing, I suppose. Better than that awful winter drizzle we get sometimes." Pytor runs a hand through his hair, testing if its dry and nods to himself slightly. "You should. I like the rain well enough, but I went down to the mines afterwards and it doesn't matter if its warmer on the surface its still cold down there." a shivers goes through him just at the thought. "So here I am, try dry out before my Mentor bops me on the back of the head for being an idiot." there humor in his tone, as if even if it were to happen its an old argument between the two. "I suppose it would be," agrees Madilla, cheerfully enough. "I'd never thought about that. Regardless, I'd be a terrible healer if I didn't think it was important to get warm and dry after getting wet, however nice it is outside." She shifts her position, slightly, as if to find a more comfortable spot, leaning backwards against the back of the chair. For now, her sewing has been abandoned. "Spring almost tends to be worse for people getting sick than winter." Pytor says, "I guess it does, though I'd never really thought about it that way. But I guess more people do end up sick around now than in the middle of winter when we're all bundling up proper because its so cold." he leans forward to test the inside of his boots by sticking his hand inside, he makes a face when he finds dampness. "Going to be awhile for those to dry, next time maybe I should just go barefoot to begin with." "Right," Madilla agrees. "And because we're more willing to go outside, now, because it doesn't /feel/ so cold." She watches him with his boots, and wrinkles her nose in sympathy, though adds, hurriedly, "Don't do that. Once your feet are cold, the rest of you is colder, too. You lose far too much heat that way. Not that I suppose that really helps. Perhaps you just need some of those really waterproof boots." Pytor says, "Ah, well if you say so. You're the healer after all." as he settles back into his chair again. "I'll have to look around for a pair I suppose, I didn't really think about it before going out earlier." a sheepish grin follows this admission. "Kind of jazzed about the weather and all I guess you might say. " there's a pause before he offers "You heard anything new about when the craft complex is going to be completely finished? I've offered to work on it but they keep telling me I'm not up for it yet being only an apprentice." Madilla's expression is a little sympathetic as she says, "They probably don't want you hanging around the convicts at all. I suppose I can't blame them." Though her tone is unsure. "At any rate, I heard that they're all being shipped off in a seven or so, which means it can't be long, now - just finishing touches on the insides, I think. It looked pretty good, the last time they had a tour." She seems excited by this, at least, and admits, "It's going to be nice to have the new workroom. And the /greenhouse/." Pytor with all the grace of a seventeen turn young man, rolls his eyes. "Some of them aren't so bad, I mean. . . well yeah." he sighs a bit "Its just taken so long, and even if I rarely work in a workroom having our own space will be good." Midella gets a glance and then one down at the baby in the sling "I really don't know how babies are carted about like that, I mean. . . don't they get squashed?" "I know," says Madilla, with a low, thoughtful sigh. "It's been far too long-- if it weren't for some of the collapses, it should have been finished long ago. I think it's all made more difficult by knowing we /will/ have that space, but not yet. We're all so busy planning what we'll do with it." His question makes her grin, and run an affectionate hand over her baby's dark head. "No - they like it. Most of them, anyway. Lily does. I think it makes them feel safe and secure, nestled in against a person. I suppose it's more difficult as they get bigger, though." Pytor just scowls a bit at the mention of the collapses, apparently a sore spot for someone they won't let in to help. "I know right? And its hard to plan when you can't stand in the middle of the space while you're doing it. At least that's how I start when we do a mine or something." the answer to the sling question has him tilting his head to consider it. "Huh, I never thought of it that way. Not that you'll ever catch me in one of those, if it kid's mine or not." his grin reappears almost impishly. Madilla's expression is sympathetic, again, at that scowl, but she says nothing of it. Instead; "Exactly. It's just-- easier. It'll be soon, though. It /has/ to be." She sounds firm about that, at least. A smile is hinted at around the corners of her mouth, and then blossoms in full as he grins. "Wait and see," she tells him. "One day, it might be your kid, and you may well feel differently." Again, her hand reaches to smooth over Lilabet's head, as, sighing, she says, "I'd probably better put her to bed properly. I think it'll stick, this time. Stay dry, okay?" She rises. Pytor lets the matter of the craft complex rest, at least for the moment. "We'll see, but still no slingy things. Maybe. . . a backpack with a kid in it." yeah that's totally manly, or so says his tone. As she rises he grins at her "Good luck, and I'll stay out of the rain at least for the rest of the day." Madilla laughs, cheerfully. "A backpack. That'd work, probably." And with that, she bobs her head towards him, and heads off back towards the caverns. |
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