Logs:Twisted Ankles, Altered Lives
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2012 |
| Who: K'del, Lirienne, Meka, Toren |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del's checking up on the crafters, and ends up being involved in the injuring and healing of Meka. And then the Searching. |
| Where: Healer Workroom, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 10, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jevi/Mentions |
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| Healer Workroom, High Reaches Weyr The Healer workroom is a decent-sized cavern, if considerably longer than it is wide, dead-ending in three narrow glassed-in windows above a long, shared desk. It's primarily a working space, taken up by wide tables that are spacious enough to allow several healers to work on several different projects at the same time without running into each other. Supporting this, the remaining walls are lined with storage, storage and more storage, punctuated only by the hallway door opposite the windows, the stone basin and pump to one side, and the two hearths unevenly spaced along the longer walls. Ceiling-height cupboards line one of the walls, all the way from one end of the room to the other. Wide shelves fill the first, storing general equipment, while the others contain places for empty jars as well as finished products. The final cupboard contains several shelves worth of liquids in jars, above a set of dozens of little drawers that each contain herbs of all kinds. Below these is a locked cupboard for controlled substances.
K'del is not a frequent visitor to these parts, but nor is it completely unknown for him to drop in and take a look around. Still, he's cautious as he opens the door into the workroom, glancing around for anything he might be interrupting before he takes another step inside. "Hello?" Lirienne glances towards a corner where - one might suspect, someone more senior than the redhead is, before turning around and absently brushing her hands off. "Good afternoon, Weyrleader. Uhm, anything I can help you with?" she manages to ask, taking a couple of steps away from the wall of shelves and drawers, and looking over the rider for any signs of distress. "Lirienne," greets K'del, cheerfully enough. If there is something wrong, it doesn't seem to be causing him any discomfort, and aside from his still-broken arm in its sling, he looks to be in decent enough health. "Just doing the rounds," he explains, indicating the workroom with his good hand, "Making sure everything is in good order. And that everyone's happy." There have been a few unhappy crafters of late - and a few apprentices threatened with a return to the Hall. Perhaps that explains a lot. Lirienne glances around, then back, "I.. think everything is well. Here at least," she manages to get out, before blinking at K'del. Then, she asks, "Happy? Why so? Er, I mean, how s... that is.." As Liri tries to dig herself out of her misspeak - red sweeps up into her face, as she maintains her upward gaze by mostly sheer will - well, for about as long as it takes to stutter through that - and then she's looking down. Discomfort makes K'del awkward and apologetic, and for a moment, as though he'd like to turn and flee through the door again; he does not. "Just like to know that the people stationed at my Weyr are content," he explains, hastily, expression imploring. "That your needs are being met, that-- I don't know. That we're treating you properly. You are happy to be posted here, right?" RIGHT? Lirienne perhaps takes longer to answer than she should - or just waiting to cool down a bit before venturing forth into a verbal battlefield - which is really anything spoke. Given the early afternoon hour, the Workroom is mostly empty - Liri, K'del and another more senior healer just out of sight off to the side. Finally, after taking a deep breath in and letting it whoosh out, the redhead nods once. "Yes, I am." That, at least, is to the point and assured. Then there is a bit of lip gnawing, "People are saying different?" "It seems," explains K'del, after a very hesitant moment during which he continues to study Lirienne's reactions, "that some of the Halls are considering withdrawing apprentices for safety, given current-- circumstances. Just want to reassure everyone that it really is safe to be here, that-- that there's no need to do anything so rash." She might even have heard the rumour that some Apprentices are trying to make absolutely certain they can stay, using whatever means necessary. K'del, broken arm still in a sling, looks faintly concerned. "Jevi...?" a hopeful voice proceeds Meka's entrance into the workroom. At the sight of the three to the side just causes her a flash of confusion. Then of recognition - of K'del, and the other two just suddenly seem equally as important to her. Her face flushes and she shakes her head, clearly flustered. "Ah, these aren't the Harper's rooms.., I'm sorry," she moves to take a step back and in the process, tangles her skirts in a chair and promptly falls flat on her back. Taking great effort in studying the tips of her boots, the older-than-some-journeymen Lirienne murmurs absently, "I doubt they wo..." not even paying attention to herself as she looks up at Meka's entrance. And, where her usual state is hesitance and shyness, when the slightly younger woman ends up on her back, the apprentice starts across the room, "Are you alright?" K'del's "Shells!" interrupts anything more he might have said to Lirienne; Meka has proven rather a distraction. One-armed, there's not much he can do to help, but that doesn't stop him from crossing after Lirienne in Meka's direction. "No, this isn't the Harper's rooms, but-- shells, you are all right, aren't you? Least you picked the right spot to take a fall." "Ohmygoodness, oh my.. no, no, no I'm /fine/," Meka rushes to state, going scarlet from neck to forehead. "Please, please," there's almost tears there, from embarrassment, as she tries to untangle herself and rise. That act causes a wince and she reaches for a nearby arm to grab on to, steadying herself. "I'm so sorry, I, uh, I should just be going!" She looks horrorfied as K'del speaks to her. She merely nods, wide-eyed, and looks to Lirienne. Lirienne steps up, and puts out a steadying hand. Words steady, she keeps her focus on Meka for the moment, "Fine, but not well. You twisted your ankle?" she asks, trying to lead the blonde to a nearby chair, "Not far off from Harper," she adds. K'del stays a step or two back, only watching as Lirienne assists the fallen young woman, though he looks frustrated for it-- if he weren't watching the pair of them, he'd likely be scowling at his arm. "Don't be silly," he agrees. "You can't let a good healer like Lirienne not attend to you after that. It's fine, truly." He'll even smile: see, he's not scary at all! "I'm K'del, and this is Apprentice Healer Lirienne. Can I get you some-- water, or something? Tea?" Meka allows herself to be led to that nearby chair, trying her best to conceal her wincing and slight limp. "No, I'm sure it's fine. It's just a sprain. It happens," she tries to shoo off the attention but she's sitting down and looking to K'del in, yes, terror. "Please, Weyrleader sir, you don't need to get me anything!" She buries her face in her hands and takes a few, deep, breaths. "I'm so mortified. I'm so sorry." Apparently conscious of the impact he's having on Meka, and awkward for it, K'del twists his expression and then declares, firmly: "Tea. I'll be back in a minute. Please-- don't be moritified. These things happen! Please." Please, please, please. Lirienne waits until Meka's seated, then kneels down, "Well, a wrap wouldn't hurt that. It may even help. I mean, if you want to try." The healer sticks his head out from behind the screen, and keeps an eye on things, but doesn't speak up just yet. "Ah, and don't worry. We all get that way here," she admits, turning a light red, before going back to checking the ankle. "Is that how they all are?" Meka asks, staring after K'del. "I didn't, well.. our Masters are far.. more..," she pauses, considering her words. "Mean? Stern?" She shakes her head and looks down, eying her ankle dubiously. "Do you think it's really sprained for a while? You can wrap it.. Jevi is going to be horribly annoyed. This is my second trip to the Weyr, and I've already gone and done something wrong." She sighs, looking down and then up. "I think I met you last time? Liri.. Liri..," she trails off, forgetting the rest of the girl's name. "Uhm... well, some. Some... aren't," Liri answers as she stands up, "And wrapping it will give it extra support. Twisting it again could be bad," she adds, moving towards one of the shelves with rolls of bandages. "Ah, I think so. Sorry, but I don't remember your name," she admits over her shoulder, complexion turning a bit red again, "And Lirienne, or Liri. Whichever." "Maybe I never introduced myself," Meka answers, watching as Liri collects the bandages. "I just, well. I can't believe that's how I met him. What he must think of me! And as a representative of Fisher.. I'm just. Mortified." She rubs at her face briefly and sighs, looking forlorn. "I have to /run/ the minute he comes back, Liri." Where before she was tongue-tied, today she seems to be quicker to speak. "Uhm.. he doesn't.. well, yell. At least, not that I've seen." Of course, given her position, that's not too much of a surprise. "And running might not be good. Walk, at least?" she asks, attempting a bit of humor in her tone, though it isn't very strong. Making quick work of the ankle, wrapping it a bit tight, Liri stands up, then nods at it, "Move it slowly. That didn't cause it to hurt more, right?" Meka does as instructed, lifting her foot and giving it a light flexion. "It twinges, but not nearly as bad. Maybe I'll just sit here for a moment. I'll ru- er, walk, when he comes back." She looks around and then to Liri, smiling lightly. "Thank you, for your help." Lirienne flushes a bit darker, then akwardly smiles, "It's my craft?" she offers, before glancing around. "Perhaps some water while we wait?" she offers, before asking over her shoulder. "Do you, er, fall like that often, Meka?" "Oh, no. I'm fine. Please, just come and join me," she looks in the direction of the senior healer. "If you're allowed?" She moves to put her foot down and then hesitates, looking to a nearby chair, which she drags over to prop her ankle on. "No, I don't fall /ever/. I still can't believe I did that. Mother will be absolutely stricken when I tell her." She sighs, shaking her head. "Do you work here a lot?" she queries, trying for conversation. Lirienne hesitates a moment, then fetches a stool to perch on, rather than a chair. After clasping her hands together, she nods. "Well, here or in the stillroom," she admits, before blinking once. "Stricken? That seems.. I mean, you don't have to tell her." Meka looks surprised, brows lifting up. "You mean, tell a lie?" Then, thinking about it, she adds: "I guess if we stay long enough, and my ankle is healed, I don't have to tell her /every/ detail. She may be out at sea anyway, when we get back." She brushes her fingers through her hair and then idly twirls a lock around her forefinger. "But, shells, doesn't that just seem wrong?" Lirienne blinks once, then shakes her head, "No, of course not! But if she doesn't ask..." Isn't that one of the unspoken rules of apprenticeship? Still, the healer girl pauses a moment, and tilts her head, "Though if it still hurts, it probably would not be safe around water." Meka considers her ankle, which is propped on the chair across from her and then looks over at Liri who is perched on the stool beside her. "Oh, shells. I'm a horrible liar," she admits, "And as it is, Jevi is going to be so mad at me. I can't seem to find my way around this Weyr. And he's /always/ asking me to fetch this.. do that... and then I get lost and it takes me hours instead of minutes! Do you ever get used to it?" The workroom is otherwise quiet, aside from the two women conversing, and the senior healer bustling around. K'del is, apparently, not the fastest person in the world at making tea; he probably doesn't get a great deal of practice. "I--" he begins, on his way back towards the other two, glancing worriedly down at the ankle, and then at the two girls. "I'm so sorry. Tea?" He has a pot, and mugs hanging off his fingers-- having only a single hand is clearly making this more difficult. "Well, it took me almost half a turn," Liri admits with a slightly rueful smile, before getting to her feet, "Thank you, Sir. Let me get those for you," she adds - the role of caretaker keeping her calm for the most part, before she nods towards one of the other chairs. "Sit and catch your breath?" she offers, even if the man isn't huffing. Meka can't help but go wide-eyed again at K'del's reappearance. At the mention of the chair near her to be sat in, she looks to Liri with a barely concealed glare. How could she! Back to the Weyrleader, she manages to squeak out, "Thank you, sir." Thus relieved of his burden, K'del hesitates rather than immediately go for the chair: it's obvious that he's still ever conscious of Meka's reaction, and doesn't want to make her any more uncomfortable. A moment later, however, he's clearing her throat. "Actually-- uh. I'm sure, I don't even know your name." Poor Meka. "But. If your ankle is all right? Uh. Cadejoth thinks you ought to Stand for Ysavaeth's clutch." He looks remarkably hesitant and nervous. Lirienne goes about pouring mugs - not even realizing she's betrayed Meka so cruely. However, as the Weyrleader stutters (Isn't that her job?) through the offer, her hands pause, and her attention drifts to the conversation behind her. Well, until she spills a bit of the tea. Turning beet-red, if unseen, she puts aside the pot to mop up the spill, then carefully - carefully, this time - pours the second mug. There's nothing for Meka to spill, but clearly from her open-jawed stare at K'del she is shocked. She looks to Liri, the dripping tea, then to K'del, her ankle. She moves to rise, goes too fast, and tangles herself enough she nearly stumbles off the chair. She sits down abruptly and just stares at K'del. Finally, she manages a response: "What?!" in a high-pitched squeak. K'del, with his attention focused on Meka, completely misses Lirienne's tea-mishap: mostly, he's looking extra awkward, Meka's reaction being, quite possibly, not the one he's after. It's an awkward scene, especially given his arm, and the way he's standing so hunchedly. "As a Candidate," he clarifies, managing not to stutter this time. "He thinks you could be a Rider. It's not a sure thing, of course, but... If you were interested. I'm so sorry." The apology could be for anything. "'swhy it took me so long. To make the tea. He was--" His expression is rueful; he shakes his head. Lirienne shakes her head momentarily, then turns with the mugs in both hands. Staying silent for the moment, but holding to the old adage that nothing is so bad that tea can't help, she moves over towards the two, and offers Meka the first mug. Perhaps to give the girl time to recover herself, she turns to K'del and while offering the second mug to him, "Would her ankle cause any problems, Sir?" Toren comes into the healer's workroom as he got helped to ask carry some of the herbs from the storage spaces in the healer work room to the infirmary. He was just passing by, but got asked to help so of course he agreed. He's following the healer in and he gives a polite salute to the Weyrleader and a polite nod to Lirienne as he follows after the healer. He holds out his arms as the healer starts to stack up the herbs in Toren's arms. "Sorry," Meka murmurs, shaking her head - and where before she had turned red, she is now a stark white. "Okay." She can't seem to phrase the appropriate answer, so Liri's offer of tea is taken and her question only gives her time to wrap her mind around the idea. She clutches the tea in a white-knuckled grip and looks to Toren as he enters. Then back to the Weyrleader, Liri. Clearly, she's waiting for a response to the healer's inquiry. K'del accepts the tea with his good hand, proferring a grave nod of thanks to the healer, whose question he considers for a moment. Shaking his head; "Shouldn't do. Plenty of time to heal before the hatching - these things happen. It's--" He turns back to Meka. "Sorry for springing this on you. He insisted. It's bad timing; it's just messy. Take all the time you need, to think on it." Amidst it all, he only barely registers Toren's presence, giving the harper a vague nod before he turns his hopeful attention back on poor Meka. Lirienne murmurs, "And if, uhm, memory serves, there is plenty to be done, not all physical," she adds, gaze turning slightly absent, before she realizes that her inventory of herbs has been tossed off weyrledge as several bundles are taken away. Biting her lip in consternation, the apprentice takes one step towards the duo - then stops, with a bit of resignment apparent. Toren half listens to the conversation going around him as he holds the items that the healer wants as the healer continues to look around for the medical supplies that are going to the infirmary. He has a smile on is face as he is softly humming to himself. "Well, um, yes - I can see, well.. no I can't, I uh.. don't they have to smell you or something?" Meka blunders through, looking lost. She notices Liri's reaction, then turns to K'del, then Toren. Back to K'del. "Okay. Well. Yes, sir. Yes, I'll stand for the Clutch." She blinks, moves to rise - more slowly this time, and offers him a very ill-practiced salute. "Sir." "No-- don't stand. Please." But K'del's looking increasingly pleased, and quite happy to explain that, "Cadejoth never really needs to. Not sure why. He just-- uses my eyes, maybe? Something. No one really knows how it all works." Glancing around, he seems determined to smile at everyone, now, though his expression falters when his gaze catches sight of Lirienne's resignation. If he knows what to make of it, there's no sign of that in his expression. "Lirienne's right. Plenty of variety. She's done it before-- sure she can tell you all about it. Congratulations-- uh, what was your name again?" Lirienne continues to watch Toren and his healer at work, then sighs quietly, before turning and offering a rather sweet smile towards Meka, "Congratulations - Meka." And yes, yes she is looking askance at K'del as she stresses the name. "Well, yes. Meka," she murmurs, stunned and then looks up as a tall, blonde man strides into the room. "Meka I have been looking /every/ where for you! It's been an hour since I sent you off -- what's this? What's happened to your ankle?" Jevi, the Fishercraft's Harper, strides in and looks around. "Oh no. Oh, no. Well, let's... let's go and talk," he nods politely to K'del and smiles at Liri before he gathers Meka up and bustles her off into a corner to discuss this latest development. Toren looks over as he hears the congratulations and he cranes his neck over to see what's going on. "Congratulations." He adds in. He doesn't have to wonder what it's for with eggs on the sand the girl's probably just been searched. "Meka." K'del stresses the name, presumably in an attempt to properly memorise it. Of course, the newly-made Candidate is being bustled off pretty much immediately, with rather spoils his pleasure - as does Lirienne's expression. "Don't look at me like that," he complains. "It wasn't intentional. Dragons want who they want. Ought to leave you to it, probably. Guess you have work to do?" Lirienne immediately turns shellfish red, before shaking her head, "I k-know that - I was just making s-sure you knew her n-name." Ah, stuttering - her old friend. And not even bothering to look behind her, she shakes her head slightly, "N-not until they're d-done. Have to start over, after all." Pausing a moment, chewing on her lip, Liri looks from K'del, then the exit where the two fisherfolks just vacated, then back again. K'del makes a face, but nods: "Of course. No - no, that's fine. Thank you for making sure; I appreciate it." He has genuine sympathy in his expression for the work she's about to have to complete again, an apology silent on his face. Then, "I'll leave you to it, in that case. Thanks, Lirienne. If anything does come up? You know. Problems. You know where to find me." Toren and the others, too, get a short nod, before he's heading for the exit-- work to do in other places, it seems. |
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