Logs:Training
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| RL Date: 9 December, 2013 |
| Who: Edyis, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis bribes Leova into checking the accuracy of her work. Leova has a proposition. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 6, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jeroman/Mentions |
| Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil. The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl. It's a summer's evening, which means that it's late, given the length of High Reaches' summer days. There are no injured weyrlings here. No injured adult dragons. No oldsters that need checkups or Threadscarred that still need exercises. Just a greenrider, the tips of her short dark-auburn hair sun-rusted, yawning and yawning and yawning behind the counter. The rest of the place is so empty, those yawns all but echo. Face free of ink today, though her apron is not so unscathed, Edyis makes her way to the Dragon Infirmary, relieved to find the place free of patients. Dark eyes scan the room until unwitting prey is spotted in the form of a sun rusted green rider. "Leova! What luck that you're the one on duty in here tonight." She calls absently waving the leather wrapped documents in greeting before tucking them sheepishly under arm. "Filthy rotten luck," is what Leova greets Edyis with. She does put on a smile afterward, at least. Adopts a more professional mode. Leans her elbows on the counter, which undercuts it some. "But. What can I do for you. And does that," a jerk of her chin towards Edyis' documents, "have klah? Or maybe you have a vat of it. Strapped to your back, secret-like." Edyis grins, "No it doesn't, but I could go fetch some, probably not spill it all on the way back." Making mental note to keep a thermos of Klah on hand for those special occasions in the future. "I was hoping you could help with a few of these diagrams, the labels on the originals were a bit too faded for me to read." "That's what lids are for," Leova says dryly. But: "Diagrams, hm? Looking for my professional opinion, or just someone awake and possibly helpful? Because I might not be awake." But she pats the counter: give them over. Edyis grins, "Here, basically they just need the parts labeled, and while your looking those over I'll go bring you something to keep you awake." They are deposited on the counter, Sketches copied from the records on file wing diagrams, muscle groups, carefully copied medical instruction notes from the look of them. Of course Edyis may as well have poofed as soon as they are deposited for a few minutes later she returns with klah and meatrolls, pink in the cheeks and slightly short of breath. "Getting the hang of this messenger thing I think. So what do you think?" "Bribery." Just as dryly as before. "I like it." Leova does track the girl's disappearance, but she's soon enough back to the hides proper, skimming through at first before going to examine them one by one. Edyis returns. Edyis speaks. She doesn't look up. "Your work?" Written in the same hand, and all. An unrepentant grin marks her lips. "You could say I've learned a thing or two living at the Weyr." As for the documents she simply nods, "Yes, Jeroman is still saying I'm not quite skilled enough to provide direct copies, but there are plenty of copies of the medical records so I am allowed to use those for practice." Mild irritation tinges the words. "Human Anatomy seems easier, less alien." Or maybe just less scary to practice live drawings of. "'Even riders drink klah'?" and that's still not anything but dry. "Mm. Back in my day, holdgirls weren't allowed to know anything about no anatomy," Leova's Tillek accent thick as anything before she smiles. She'd looked up, at least, and now she reaches for the klah. "So. It seems less alien. And yet you're working on these. Why? Reckon there's a whole lot you could be working on, if practice were all it is." Edyis blushes profusely. "I haven't been drawing the nether parts, thank you very much." Whether because of disinterest or because of her holder upbringing she does not expound upon. At the question Edyis frowns, perhaps considering it for the first time. "If I don't practice the things that aren't as easy as well as the things that are, how am I ever supposed to get better? Besides I need to get used to dragons if I'm going to live here and I should know something about how to take care of firelizards if I ever get my hands on one to train for messages." That blush meets with a one-cornered smile. "Nether parts? Was thinking such less-nether parts as chests," Leova says, quite as though the girl had mistaken her. Perhaps she had. "Good 'nough." That, for Edyis' rationales. Whether the girl had doctored the klah or left it black, she drinks it either way, quick and easy like it's fuel. Then, "You ready? Spotted a couple as aren't quite right, too, though don't know if you want to change 'em. Simplified, y'see? For the layman." Edyis lifts a brow at that. "Eh, I have far to many brothers to be scandalized by that." brows furrow when the mistakes are spotted and she fetches a sharpened stick of blackened wood from her apron pocket. "No, Even if these don't meet the Master's approval for the records room, I want them to be accurate." She leans across the counter, ready to make the revisions as Leova points them out, face suddenly serious. "Hold off." Edyis is the scribe-in-training, but evidently the dragonhealer fears, "It'll smudge. Let you borrow a waxed slate, reckon you can bring it back?" She bends a stern eye on Edyis, does Leova. "Unless you got another sheet there, for taking the notes on, so's it can only smudge itself." Dark brows furrow some more, lips edged in a frown. "These are drafts, I'll have to redo them at least once in ink." Though her tone suggests she believes it will be more than once. "They are intended to smudge and correct, but if it makes you more comfortable?" she tucks the char stick away and fetches from another pocket a small wax tablet mostly free of marks and a narrow instrument. "So I don't mark the counter with the char." "Mm. Well enough, then. Might as well work straight on, so's fewer mixups with cross-referencing. Don't worry much about the counter, not 'less you make a habit of going off the edges, hm?" That one-cornered smile of Leova's has returned, deeper now. With that, letting Edyis arrange matters as she will, she begins to go through the list: quick, precise, definitive. Occasionally she corrects spelling, or sketches with her blunt fingernail. Often she drinks, until the klah's all but gone. "Easier to know how it fits together on a live beast, mind." Edyis fetches the stick, quickly making the adjustments or corrections, striking the text that doesn't apply, and notates on the tablet where paper leaves no room. She is precise and thorough, utterly engrossed in the task at hand. "Too bad there isn't a firelizard about, or does the anatomy of a dragon differ that greatly from a firelizards?" She asks brushing a hair from her face, leaving a small smudge on her forehead, so much for keeping a clean face. "Not overmuch. Some, but." Leova shrugs, then adds, "Seems like firelizard bones, they're like needles some of 'em, about. Dragons aren't just sized up, they're larger in proportion." She considers the girl, a long look, smudge and all. "Might could see about some training, were you inclined. It'd have to be on your off time. Maybe when you're better situated with Jeroman, hm?" She hadn't touched the meatrolls, but now she does, nudging another towards the girl who'd brought them.
When she doesn't jump on it, there's another easy shrug from the dragonhealer. "There's time." And, "Anything else, or are you set? Should get some sleep. Wish I could." There's a moment, of indecision and then a firm nod. "I will take you up on it, in my time off. I think that about does it, If your on duty tomorrow night I'll bring by the next drafts for proofing and klah." There is a huge smile. "Thank you again Leova. Clear Skies!" |
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