Logs:An Opportunity
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| RL Date: 13 July, 2011 |
| Who: Lina, Lirienne, Madilla |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Lirienne gets searched. Madilla... does not. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Meara/Mentions |
| Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients. About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like. Lina is not an unfamiliar sight in the infirmary, though it's been rather longer than usual since her last visit. She's using her crutch today, leaning heavily on it for support as she shoulders her way in from the dragon infirmary doors. She's got what looks to be an empty jar in her hand, and is making her way quite purposefully towards the healer's desk. Evidently between patients, Madilla lingers near the intake desk, conversing quietly: "I think he'll be fine, though, I do. He's young and healthy, and if he can just stay off his feet for a while, there's no reason why it shouldn't heal properly. Hips can be awkward things, though, of course." If her gaze raises - and then narrows - on Lina's approach, it's only to assess the greenrider's stance, though she breaks out of her conversation in order to ask, sounding concerned, "Are you in pain, Greenrider? Come-- sit down." When it comes to ruling the Informary, it's clear who's in charge - and who isn't. With a bit of downtime available, Lirienne's folding linens and bandages, making sure that there is enough on hand for whatever event may occur. The fact she's chosen a spot to do this where she can watch the comings and goings is just a benefit, as she peeks up at Madilla's greeting to the greenrider. "Ah, Madilla-- no, no, it's fine," the denial has the sound of something repeated habitually as opposed to the truth, because she hesitates then grimaces a moment later. "Well, maybe not fine. Afraid I might have over done it, what with all the excitement." She settles herself gingerly on a cot near to where Lirienne is folding, stretching her bad leg out before her with a sight of relief. "Ran straight through the ointment you gave me. It /was/ helping, for a bit." Abandoning her conversation - at least the healer she was talking to doesn't seem to be terribly concerned - Madilla is there to help Lina get the rest of the way if she needs to, though once the healer is sitting she backs up a step as if to consider. In doing so, her gaze catches Lirienne, and she waves the apprentice over. "It was helping?" It's not that she sounds surprised: she's just confirming. "Good. We can do more of that, then. And maybe some massage in the meantime-- you should be more careful. Your health is important." Lirienne quickly puts aside the linen she has in hand, folding it to the last size as she does so, before hurrying past the couple of cots it'd take to get get to the senior healer's side. A faint smile flitters in and out of reach at the sighing greenrider, the apprentice stays quiet for the moment while she drops her gaze towards the crutches. "Some; better than before, in any case. Aryeth and I are impatient... there weren't any candidates free, so we started in on the mess in the weyrling barracks ourselves." Lina smiles ruefully at Madilla, then shifts to encompass Lirienne in her expression as well. "A bit lacking on the fine help you seem to have acquired for yourself here. Another couple of sevens, and hopefully there'll be more candidates to go around." She sets the empty jar aside on the cot. "Such an exciting time... it's so easy to forget our limits." "Lina's a long-time patient of ours," Madilla explains, for Lirienne's benefit. "An old injury." To the greenrider, she adds, as she reaches out with the obvious intention of giving the leg an inspection by touch, "Exciting or no, you need to be aware of your limitations. I've a mind to go and tell that to the Weyrlingmaster myself. There's plenty of time before the eggs hatch, surely, candidates in hand or no." Lirienne brings her head up as she's addressed, a light tinge of red sweeping upward into her face, before she nods once. Lightly chewing on her bottom lip, she asks, "Maybe steal them for a day, ma'am?" to Lina, before ducking her head again to watch how Madilla carries out her inspection of the leg. Lina seems to be familiar enough with Madilla's inspection: she leans back on her arms to give the healer easy access. "Oh, sure, plenty of time /now/. But it all goes so fast, and then before you know it there are weyrlings running amock all underfoot and everything's chaos. No, best to plan these things well-out ahead of time. Even if we /do/ have to steal." Her lips might twitch if Madilla prods a particularly sore spot, but the greenrider is stalwart enough to avoid theatrics. Instead, she seems to distract herself by fixating on Lirienne. "I don't know that I've seen you before; newly posted, are you?" "'Steal'," repeats Madilla, with only the faintest hint of amusement: she's rather distracted, working steadily with strong fingers on Lina's leg. "I suppose some of them will reap the benefits eventually, should they Impress, but it seems rather unfair to the poor things, being put to work like that." She'll let Lirienne introduce herself, though she bobs her head encouragingly towards the apprentice. The repeat usage of 'steal' has Lirienne turning a bit darker, before she bobs her head slight. "Ah, yes ma'am. Lirienne, from the, uhm, Crafthall at Fort. Here to help with, well, everything." Hands fidget slightly, fluttering a bit at the room in general - and one might presume, the surrounding Weyr. The repeat usage of 'steal' has Lirienne turning a bit darker, before she bobs her head slight. "Ah, yes ma'am. Lirienne, from the, uhm, Crafthall at Fort. Here to help with, well, everything." Hands fidget slightly, fluttering a bit at the room in general - and one might presume, the surrounding Weyr. Wry amusement springs anew at Lirienne's obvious discomfort; Lina turns a bright smile towards Madilla, steadfastly determined not to wince despite the working-over her poor leg is getting. "Well met, Lirienne. Have they let you do anything fun, yet? Pulling beads out of little tiny noses, perhaps? Or any good, gory injuries?" She's clearly teasing, in a friendly adult-to-adolescent sort of way. "Hard work is the best way to keep young hands out of trouble; I find cleaning up turn-old dragon droppings someone hid behind a couch builds character in a candidate." "We try and keep the beads as a special treat after they've been here half a turn or so," jokes Madilla, sounding more wry than outright amused; she doesn't glance up, all attention focused still upon that poor leg. "See what I'm doing here, Lirienne? We'll talk more about why later." It's always a learning opportunity. Also: "Do people /really/ hide dragon droppings like that? That's--" Nasty. Also? "Wouldn't that end up smelling an awful lot?" "Just some colds, Ma'am. Oh, and some inebriated people," Liri tacks on, hesitating a little less as she talks about duties, and actually puts more of her attention on where Madilla's putting her hands, and how she's massaging the muscles. "Yes, Ma'am," this time to the Journeyman, before pausing slightly. "That sounds worse then, uhm, bedpans." That at least is expected. "Weyrlings are worse than the worst sort of thirteen turn old boys. By the time we find them, they're generally so dried out that they don't smell. Much." Lina is frighteningly cheerful about that, though it turns goulish as she clucks over Lirienne's experiences. "Terrible. How about-- have you seen much threadscore, yet? Because--" Without so much as a by your leave, Lina eases up the corner of her shirt to expose the hip and waist above where Madilla is working. her entire side is marked by the distinctive pattern that comes from a good scoring, though clearly it's several turns old. Even Madilla's expression turns up, just faintly, at the sight of Lina's uncovered threadscore, though she's certainly seen plenty of them before. "I was still a Junior Apprentice, when 'fall finished," she remarks, studying the injury for a moment before she returns to work. "It was, in some ways, a relief." Her gaze flicks briefly towards the apprentice, but she doesn't add anything in particular to that statement. "It's good for us all to be aware, anyway. Ten turns is long enough for some people to forget." What faint color Lirienne had gathered from her social ackwardness, flees - leaving the apprentice almost translucently pale. "Ah, no ma'am." Here, she swallows faintly, before adding in a thread of sound, "At least, uh, not so extensively." Eyes glued to the scoring, she doesn't look up at either of her seniors. Though Lina has the good grace not to laugh, the smile she turns to share with Madilla is bursting with humor. "That's Aryeth and I, walking testament to learning to look before you leap. Between." She takes mercy on the apprentice, finally, dropping her shirt back down with a gusty sigh. "Those in a Weyr can never not be aware of thread. We can't afford to." Beat. "Would you like to see Aryeth's, too? If you're clever, you can figure out exactly where I was sitting on her when we were scored." Her humor turns dry, and more than a little gallows. Madilla meets Lina's smile with her own hint of amusement, though she manages to retain a certain amount of seriousness as she draws her hands away. "It's probably a good learning opportunity," she allows, reaching to pick up the empty jar. "How's the leg, Lina? I can go refill this, if you think you're up for taking Lirienne out there now." Lirienne is torn - the side that blanched at the sight of the score would like to refuse - however, those full-mark words were said 'Good Learning Experience'. Finally, perhaps in hope that Aryeth would disagree, the apprentice offers, "Only if it, uhm, won't bother you, or... Aryeth?" The dragon's name is rather hesitatingly offered for a number of reasons. Given how recently she'd been posted to the weyr, perhaps unsurprisingly. "She's--" Lina stares pointedly at the doors to the dragon infirmary, beyond which a low scratching can be heard. "-- eager to meet you. Aryeth loves the attention." To Madilla, a genuine smile as Lina flexes the muscle, then slowly slides down to put weight on it. "You're a miracle-worker, Madilla, I swear. Thank you! I should steal /you/ and keep you in my weyr... /and/ that adorable little girl of yours." She reaches for her cane, then takes an experimental step: she is leaning on it a bit less heavily. "We'll be just out there." She shares a grin with Lirienne before making her way back out towards the door she came from, commenting, "You're not afraid of dragons, apprentice, are you?" "What, and horde me all for yourself? My other patients might revolt!" teases Madilla, though she's clearly pleased by the compliment. "Go, enjoy. I'll come out and join you once I've filled up the jar again." She'll wait until they head for the exit before she turns to do just that: she'll probably be a few minutes at least. Lirienne is conspicious at the way she doesn't answer that, because while she does follow - in fact, doing what she can to keep just a step or two back and to the side, she's not saying a word. At least, not until they clear the infirmary to enter the dragons infirmary - where, equally noticable, her steps start to slwo a bit, "Ah, hm.. nervous, maybe?" Of this, at least, Lina has the decency not to tease. "There's nothing wrong with a healthy respect," she remarks as she shoulders against the door to reveal the brightly green dragon crouching on the other side, pushed up as close as she can get towards the doorways. "They're large, they're carnivores, and they breathe fire. And /you/ can't hear them." Beat. "Lirienne, meer Aryeth. Aryeth, this is healer apprentice Lirienne. She's a bit squeamish, so be nice?" The dragon doesn't appear to be much interested in what Lina has to say; her blue-eyed attention is fixed very firmly on the apprentice. "Ah, uhm.. Pleased to meet you, Aryeth," The words are faint enough that /Lina/ might have problems hearing them, but Liri gives it a go, and just stares up at the big green dragon - at least to the apprentice in front of her. Taking what fleeing courage she has in both hands, then steps just a half-step forward, and offers a bit of a bob. Because Aryeth is about the scariest thing - person or otherwise - she's met since moving here. The green's rumble is low enough and thrums through her chest in such a way as it might be mistaken for a purr. A very /large/ purr. She dips her head in acknowledgement of the bob, then takes a couple ponderous steps back at Lina's urgings. "There, you see? Not so bad. Now, have you taken a dragonhealing class, yet? Or do they not require you to?" The few dragonhealers on-call tonight seem to be ignoring what's going on, or else watching the proceedings with knowing grins as Lina slips into lecture-mode. "It's a valuable skill to have." "Ah, not as of yet," Liri manages to not-quite stutter still looking up. "M-mostly it's been fetch, carry, and get lost." And that last has happened way too many times to count. Requirements are left unmentioned, as she finally breaks her gaze on the green to look at Lina, "Was she /purring/?" Of all the things to ask - a fact she realizes almost immediately after as red rushes in on high tide. "Dragonhealing?" Lina hobbles around towards Aryeth's side; the dragon remains still, though she cranes her neck to keep a jeweled eye on Lirienne no matter where the girl might go. "She does that," she replies to the nonsequitor, then, "Dragonhealing. Learning how a dragon works? Ichor instead of blood, all of that nonsense? They're similar-but-different, as the healers like to say. Come, see-- here, on her shoulder? How differently her hide heals a threadscore?" The scarring that runs down the green's right side is certainly different from Lina's; less prominent, for one, and healed far more smoothly. "Hit at the same time, but she healed better, the wretch." "Dragonhealing is an option thing-- not really necessary for /healers/, but available for those who have an interest in learning something," puts in Madilla, as she moves quickly through from the Infirmary, bringing with her the now-full jar of ointment. "If you're interested, Lirienne, I'm sure we can give you the opportunity at some point in the future." She glances up, greeting Aryeth with a cheerful enough smile: "Hello, Aryeth. How are /you/ feeling?" "It sounds, interesting," Liri admits to Madilla, leaning forward just that small amount when the scarring is pointed out to. "Do dragons usually heal better?" she asks Lina before adding, "Does the same medicines work on them?" At the flow of information, and the corresponding flow outward of questions, the apprentice relaxes a bit - learning and asking questions being old hat for the girl. The green head tilts a moment, regarding Madilla with alien intelligence, then shifts back to Lirienne with steadfast curiosity. All at once Lina flushes pink, letting out a startled laugh to something unheard. "I, ah--" She grapples with Liri's question, shooting an apologetic look towards Madilla. "Aryeth says I'm not to tell you unless you do something for us. Since you were so interested in stealing candidates, she'd like to, ah. Steal you. As one, if you've an interest." Madilla's expression changes abruptly over a matter of seconds, going through several different options before she can smooth it out to anything even: for a moment, it's something akin to hope, or even joy, and then-- realisation. "Oh!" she says, fighting back a faint flush. "Oh, Lirienne. You should-- You--" She breaks off, giving what is presumably intended to be an encouraging smile towards the girl. Lina, however, she avoids glancing at. Wait, what? Sheer... well, confusion, disblief, confusion, surprise - well, all of them make a grand muddle of things. Dark eyes flitter from Lina to Madilla to Aryeth and back to land on Madilla, "I ... should...?" she trails off, looking to the senior healer, before back at the dragon. "... Steal me?" That implies all sorts of things, straight out of the tales told after hours by countless littles growing up - even if Lirienne's past that stage. Now Lina is steadfastly not looking at Madilla either, though there's still a tell-tale flush of pink in her cheeks. "For the eggs. She's been paying attention since I saw you; she's accounted a decent enough search dragon, when she's interested? Her candidates tend to do well." It all has the faint sound of, well, an apology. And not one to Lirienne. "No need to decide right away -- I'm not the type to pressure you unduly. But if you think you'd be interested, I'm sure-- well. I don't think you'll regret it." When Madilla finally manages to open her mouth again, the words sound only faintly forced: truthfully, there's a definite note of congratulations amidst whatever else is going on in the Journeyman's head. "If you'd like to take the greenrider up on her offer," she says, quietly, "I think you should, Lirienne. Give it some thought, at least. There's no reason-- G'brion was an Apprentice before he Stood. If you Impressed, you could pick your studies back up. It would be an opportunity." She presses her hands together, holding the jar of ointment close to her chest. Lirienne hesitates. She hesitates long and hard, before bouncing a look between the three, before shaking her head, "I... that won't be necessary," she starts to say, then pauses again. By this point, her lower lip has been gnawed on far too much, before she takes a deep breath. "I would be, uhm, glad for the chance to learn more. And, er.. to be 'stolen'. Ma'am. I mean, Ma'ams," she immeidately corrects herself to include healer, rider, and dragon. "We're glad to hear it; and to have such understanding crafters." Lina shoots a tentative smile Madilla's way, then sticks out a hand for Lirienne to shake. "Congratulations, in that case. No rush-- you'll want to report to the Headwoman to let her know, and shift your things over to the candidate barracks. I hear it's a bit, ah, crowded-- but I'm sure it'll be fine. The headwoman will fill you in on chores as well. Meara's looking for me -- she's the Weyrlingmaster, you'll meet her at some point -- so if you'll forgive me for running off?" Madilla manages a tentative smile in return, dipping her head just slightly in Lina's direction in a way that seems to suggest more than just confirmation. More brightly enthusiastic is her, "It'll be a wonderful opportunity, Lirienne. You'd best take the rest of the afternoon off, and gather your things up to move. Don't worry about the linens." She looks all ready to bustle off back to the infirmary, but pauses, instead, to push the jar of ointment back at Lina. "Take care of yourself, Greenrider. I'd rather not see you in the infirmary for a good long while, now." It... probably comes across in a way it wasn't intended. Wait, move? But she just got settled... "Yes, ma'am, and no ma'am." The order is muddled, but with a rather dazed air about her, the apprentice offers a little bob again before slipping past Aryeth - without a flinch, no less! to head towards the Complex. Hopefully by the time she gets there she remembers the rest of the things she's to do - like whom to speak with. However, that's for then. |
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