Logs:Healerly Futures
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| RL Date: 26 February, 2015 |
| Who: Madilla, Rennea |
| Type: Log |
| What: Madilla talks briefly with one of her one-time charges. |
| Where: Craft Area, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tevara/Mentions |
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| Ahh Winter your cold, snow, and ice are nothing new to those so used to the climate at Reaches! Though today there are a few non-Reachians that are none to happy about all that winter has to offer here. Bundled up against the weather, bodies rush about trying to make their trips from point A to point B as quick as possible. Now there are others that must have ice running in their veins, as those are the ones who move a little slower, aren't bundled up to the point where they look like walking closets, and are having a good laugh as they toss snow balls at each other. Standing in the doorway of the Greenhouse one apprentice watches everything with a smile, soaking in the weak sunlight that hits this section of the weyr while staying out of the way of casually flung wads of snow. "Be careful Trizan, you get put out of action for your time in the infirmary and they'll come looking for me...Again!" is called out when Rennea spots one of her fellow healers taking a more serious approach to a snowball fight between himself and a group of random male apprentices. It's been a few months, now, since Madilla relinquished control of High Reaches' healers upon gaining her Mastery, and turns, even, since she last lived in the Complex. Still, the dark-haired healer is no stranger to either place, even so; it's as if she simply can't keep herself away. Rugged up against the weather, the healer now makes her way acoss the bowl, carefully stepping aside a snowball that ends up - poorly aimed - sent in her direction. "Careful there!" she warns, though it's cheerful; not much of a reproach at all. Rennea shakes her head still smiling at the younger group that call out apologies to the older woman before disappearing into the other sections of the bowl. "Good day." is called out and accompanied with a wave before Rennea pulls her jacket a bit tighter around her, though her hood stays where it is - laying limply against her back. "You'd think they'd get tired of the cold and snow and snowball fights but..." the girl shrugs, "Boys will be boys." Madilla's expression turns quietly bemused as the younger apprentice disperse; "They didn't need to do that," she murmurs, as much to herself as to Rennea herself. Still, that green-eyed gaze returns to the younger healer, acnowledging her with a smile, and a wry laugh. "Not just boys, I think. Anyway, it's nice to see people make the most of the weather, you know? By this time of the turn, I know I'm ready for it to start melting away." Rennea tips her head back and stretches some, "I don't mind it but I wouldn't mind it being warmer without so much to wade through to get to the greenhouse or the infirmary." she notes as she rights herself. "Greetings, Madilla, come back to whip us all back into shape?." is asked with a grin. "I do agree with you, though once it starts to melt then we have mud and more to contend with." Madilla, glancing upwards to the greenhouse, visible on the ledge above, laughs easily. "I never enjoyed that," she owns. "It was easier, before the complex was here, when we only had to travel from the dorms in the lower caverns. Of course, there was no greenhouse, and the workroom wasn't as good... trade-offs, I suppose." She turns her attention back upon the apprentice, drawing her hands into the pockets of her coat. "Something like that," she agrees, mouth twisting upwards at the corner. "I clearly can't trust you all to manage without me. But you're doing fine, I'm sure?" Rennea grins as she gives a bob of her head, "For the most part we are." she offers back before taking a look around the craft complex. "It could be far worse...we could be near the pens or something?" Leaving the greenhouse behind, the apprentice fastens her jacket then takes the time to settle her hood over her head and ears. "Glad your back Madilla, some of these youngsters need a firm hand...they tend to look at some of us and not take us that seriously." Laughing, Madilla shakes her head. "Well, you're an apprentice, still; of course they won't take you seriously. As long as they take your Journeymen seriously - that's the key." She presses her lips together, and admits, "I do miss working with you all, but that's just the way of it. When the craft tells us to move on, we do so." If there's more she would say on that subject, she avoids it, now. Rennea leaves what is unsaid alone, though learly teeth bite down on her lower lip and a glimpse of worry crosses the girls features. "Are you back for good or is this just a stop in for a time?" comes cautiously as she shoves unmittoned hands into the warmth of the pockets in her jacket. "I know, though one would hope that me being on the verge of moving from apprentice upward to Journeywoman would get them to give me a bit more respect at times." "I do still live here," points out Madilla, mildly, though there's something long-suffering in her expression, as if sometimes it doesn't feel it, given the amount of travelling she does, now. "I'm back to the Hall for meetings tomorrow, and then there are talks at Benden the days after, and..." She trails off, shaking her head as if to dismiss all of that. "I've yet to meet more than a handful of apprentices who recognise 'nearly' I'm afraid; either you have the knot, or you don't. Have you thought much about the future? Will you hope for a posting to stay here, when you do walk the tables?" Rennea merely gives a shrug of her shoulders, "I haven't though about it much at all...I guess I've been putting that off for far to long." she admits with a sigh. A nod of understanding as the older woman talks about going here and there and that other place. "I'd want to stay here, this is where I feel I'd do the most good." she offers after a moment or three to think about things mentioned moments before. "But I know that I could be sent anywhere really." Madilla's nod is one of understanding; quiet and sure. "It's difficult to move on," she says. "The longer you've been in a place. You begin to... make roots, I suppose. I know it's something Craftmaster Tevara worries about." It's not quite a warning, but there's something in the Master's tone to suggest that it could be. "Still, you're not yet nineteen, are you? It's likely you've at least a turn, perhaps longer, before it becomes pressing." Rennea nods slowly, eyes turning downward, "Not yet 19, have a bit more before that comes around." and for once she sounds relieved about it. "One would think that having roots in a place wouldn't be so bad, knowing those around you so you could see if someone isn't well or is in need of help or something would be a good thing." She sounds almost hopeful as she speaks. "There are... positive and negative aspects," says Madilla, carefully diplomatic in words, tone, and expression. "The Hall would prefer our first loyalty be to them, and not to wherever they have posted us... it complicates things." She could say more, might say more - and then stops, shaking her head. "We'll see what happens, Rennea. Look after yourself?" And then she takes her leave, heading indoors out of the wind and snow. |
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