Logs:Quite Educational
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| RL Date: 5 June, 2014 |
| Who: Alais, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alais's small circle of acquaintances expands. |
| Where: Infirmary, HRW |
| When: Day 26, Month 13, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Madilla/Mentions |
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| An afternoon lull has settled over the infirmary. Patients treated, and no one waiting, Alais has been left on her own for the time being with naught to do but tidy, organize, and familiarize herself with her new workspace. She's at work doing just that, presently going one by one through the neatly organized jars in the cabinets, making mental note of where everything is to be found. One of the dragon infirmary's double doors swings open, not particularly wide, closing in a hush beneath the hand of the rusty-haired woman who enters. Rather than pass right through to the inner caverns in an illicit shortcut, however, the dragonhealer scans the cavern and then strides towards the journeyman: unhurried, without the urgency that might imply an emergency, but direct. When along the way she encounters an infirmary worker, she speaks briefly and conversationally with him before passing unquestioned. Alais has just stepped down from the stool she was using to reach the higher shelves, and bent to make some notes on the counter. It's on a thoughtful glance up that she notices Leova's presence and progress across the room - her pen and paper are pushed swiftly to the side, and she waits with an expectant expression. She's greeted with a smile, one that tips slightly more at one corner than the other with a certain quizzical quality. Up close, the woman might be in her late thirties, and doesn't seem to have made use of healers' lotions and potions for her skin. Or, for that matter, her hair. After a moment just to look, she extends a palm to the younger woman, quiet and confident and welcoming all in one. "Journeyman Alais, hm? Well met. I'm Leova. Vrianth's. Madilla mentioned you," 'Madilla,' not 'the Weyrhealer,' "and I thought I'd look in from next door." There's no bracelet on that wrist, her russet sweater's sleeves pushed high enough up her forearms that it would have shown, nor does she wear rings. All is noticed, observed, filed away with Alais's gentle, interested gaze as the older woman approaches, and as they exchange that moment of mutual evaluation. She reaches her hand out to take Leova's in graceful gesture with a firm grip, and a smile at the warm greeting. "Well met indeed, Vrianth's Leova, it is a pleasure." The mention of next door earns a glance in just that direction, with a noticeable look of interest widening her eyes. "Then you're a dragonhealer, I suppose? I admit I'm fascinated by the idea. I've done very little reading on the subject." "I have that honor. Not full-time, Vrianth wouldn't have it," and that smoky voice of Leova's has shaded rueful. "Still. We get by. You're welcome to take up some studies as you like. Quite a few systems cross over, and our infirmaries do quite a bit of collaborative work. Have you covered much about working with riders in particular, yet?" "Very little," Alais replies, a tone in her voice implying regret at the lack of knowledge - or, at least, how it seems to her. "They covered some measure of it cursorily before I came, to try and ready me, but it still seems... frankly, braffling." There's no hiding her curiosity, plain in her face and dark eyes. "How much does it affect the dragons themselves when their riders are injured?" Leova's are amber, intent. Pleased, perhaps, at something. A layperson might adopt a somber tone, but hers is matter-of-fact: "Quite a bit, can be. S'why control is so important for a rider. Minor things, not so much, but if worry and anxiety and pain bleed through," as it were, "most all dragons are troubled too. Which bleeds back to the rider, which oft makes things worse, if you catch my drift. " Alais nods thoughtfully, abandoning her usual impeccable posture to lean against the counter. She absently twists at the loose pieces of hair at her neck, while considering this information, this interaction between dragon and rider. "So odd," she muses quietly. "Like mirrors reflecting themselves. It's difficult to fathom." She looks back up to Leova, with a faint smile on her lips. "I expect I may be picking your brain as I settle in here, if it isn't objectionable to you. This is all quite..." Ah, the search for a word to describe it. After a pause, she settles for the vague, but descriptive, "Different." "Aye." For all three, perhaps. "I'm there more days in the seven than not, one shift or another, so if it's not busy," the dragonhealer lifts a shoulder, lets it fall, her own slight smile returning. "U'sot," whom she might have heard by now is their senior dragonhealer, "sends his good wishes as well." Though those who know him might suspect he didn't use quite that phrasing. "You'll meet the others. Whereabouts were you assigned, before?" Alais nods graciously, not knowing enough about U'sot to think anything amiss with his welcome. "Everyone has been quite friendly and accomodating. Madilla seems like a lovely person as well, and I'm very glad to have made your acquaintance. Before this I was at the hall. My first posting, and I suppose an odd choice... prior to the hall I was holdborn," she says, a touch dryly, as though the fact wouldn't be obvious enough without her pointing it out. "And I suppose it would have made more sense to return to one, but... I had reasons. I thought it would be quite educational, if nothing else." "Can't argue with educational," Leova says, dry in her turn. Nor does she pry further into those reasons. "She is that, Madilla. Don't know as you could have a better mentor for a place like this. If she hasn't already, ask her to tell her story someday, hm? If you're so inclined." She doesn't glance towards her own infirmary's doors, but, "Meantime, reckon I shouldn't keep either of us further. 'Less you've a last question for me?" "I'll do that," Alais promises, and offers another warm smile as the dragonhealer begins to make her good-byes. "No questions at the moment, just a thank you for stopping by. It is nice to have one less stranger to contend with," she says, with a breath of soft laughter. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Leova." "Likewise." Leova's smile has deepened in return, and now she departs. |
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