Logs:Taikrin is a terrible, awful role model
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| RL Date: 14 March, 2010 |
| Who: Silarra, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Taikrin teaches Silarra about how to really appreciate a pretty girl. It's pretty scary. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 3, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| It is a winter night, 20:33 of day 12, month 3, turn 22 of Interval 10. It's evening, and most candidates are done with chores for the day. Silarra however, finds her self heading back into the infirmary with a stack of freshly cleaned bedpans. It's been a full twenty four hours or so since the incident in the barracks, and the infirmary in the evening is a much quieter place. Taikrin is apparently just finishing up with an appointment, to judge from both the cloth sack that dangles from her left arm, and the way she's chatting up a youngish healer apprentice as the two emerge from behind a curtained-off cot. "Few sevendays workin' with this stuff, an' I reckon I'll be able t'pick you up with one hand, eh?" The apprentice, for her part, giggles under the force of Taikrin's rather cheesy smirk, and only offers a vague assurance of, "We'll see. Come back next seven and we'll try it out, hmm?" Taikrin seems happy enough with this response: she drops into a little half-mocking bow, then backs away towards the entrance -- and potentially towards Silarra -- with her now-uncasted hand over her heart. "Look forward to it, me." Silarra bites her lip with a half scowl as she notices a spot of /something/ on her pants. She's adjusting her grip on the big stack of bed pans. "Damn it. If I managed to get piss on me I'll be so annoyed." She grumbles, earning a reproving look from a Journeyman for her language. She's not watching where she's going though, with her gaze on that stain. Just heading right towards Taikrin. The apprentice obviously spots what's about to happen, but her only reaction is to cover her mouth to hide the second giggle that escapes. Taikrin, for her part, seems to think it's all part of the game, and offers a wink to the much younger girl. "See y'next week!" She backs away another step, and if Silarra doesn't get out of the way right now, steps more or less on top of the other girl. Clatter. Crash. The thankfully clean bedpans go flying out of Silarra's hands to land on the floor. "Shardin. Watch where you're going." She states before she even really looks up. "Oh. Taikrin." That's sort of a greeting as the girl jumps back and off her stepped on foot with a wince. Taikrin whirls around, though the action lacks any of her usual grace given the apparent weight of the sack dangling from her arm. "Oh, bloody shells!" She does, at least, manage to catch her balance before ending up on the floor next to one of those bedpans, but it's a near thing. "Silarra! What're'ya doin'-- oh. Right." It only takes a second of eyeing the bedpans for Taikrin's brain to catch up to her mouth. "Sorry 'bout that." The healer apprentice, with a final amused look, scurries off to her other duties to leave Tai to deal with things. Silarra lifts her foot to rub at it, as if she really could through the boot. "Someone went and tattled on all of us like a six turn old. Apparently I was egging them on because Inviere's such a bitch." That gets another grumble out of the journeyman. "Er, not nice woman. So I get three days of washing out people's bowel movements." Silarra grumbles. She's still not reaching down for them. "Exercises and stuff to strengthen your arm?" "Yeah, some weighted rocks an' stuff t'work with." Taikrin has never been one to mince words about her opinions, and she doesn't start now. Her tone is mildly accusatory, even as she bends down to start collecting some of the bed pans. "Well-- y'know, it serves y'all /right/ f'r playin' into that tunnelsnake's hands. Someone like Saliqa could'a ended up dead." "Hardest part is not to overdo it. Probably strained the muscle in my leg trying to do too much too fast. Sucked." Silarra states, finally bending down to start collecting bedpans, not letting Taikrin do it alone. "Then Saliqa shouldn't have jumped someone that much bigger than her. I mean, she's almost as small as me." Not that Silarra didn't jump in between two fighting riders not that long ago. "The look on Inviere's face when she came back in? That was worth any amount of bedpans. Even if that is a bit of piss I got on my pants." "No, I mean-- look." Taikrin pauses in the act of stacking a third bedpan onto her pile and levels a terribly serious expression at Silarra, especially when contrasted against the levity of a moment ago. "None of y'all seem t'get that Trahalon is /bad/ news. Payin' mind t'any word that comes outta his mouth only makes it worse. He ain't funny-- he's /dangerous/." She rocks back to sit on her heels, a frown twisting her lips. "An' what's all this about that girl what's got all of y'all's panties in a twist, anyways? Ain't paid much mind t'her 'cept I reckon she's pretty enough." Silarra looks down the bedpans adding another one to her little pile. "Fine. He's dangerous. I wasn't the one touching him. I know better than that. Probably. I'm not Cori to fawn all over him like I have no thoughts in my head." Silarra grumbles. "Inviere hates me. Has from the moment I met her. Tiriana stuck her in the stables. Gave me permission to punch Inviere if she screwed with a runner. She knew it. Plus, she's mean to Gabe." "No, you were just eggin' him on. That's /worse/ 'cause you're gonna get other people hurt that way 'stead of yerself." Taikrin shakes her head, and, upon stacking the third bedpan up, rises to deposit her set atop Silarra's. "Sensible girl like you, figured you'd know better." Now bedpan free, she rises again, idly cracking her knuckles as she does so. "S'all well an' good t'be standin' up for Gabe, but if yer gonna get even with her, do it yerself. Y'don't need nobody doin' yer dirty work for you." Silarra shakes her head. "No one had to get in the middle of that." Silarra states. She's too stubborn to admit she's wrong. "Not so sure I'm really sensible. But fine. Next time, I'll break into her trunk and read her letters myself." Silarra adds the last bedpan to the pile and stands with them. "Or just haul off and smack her and be done with it. After all, Tiriana never took back her permission." Taikrin apparently doesn't have a problem with the physical violence -- or the breaking-and-entering, to judge from the approving nod she gives the younger girl. "Good. Just remember a girl's gotta take care of 'erself. No need t'mess around with th'wrong sorts. Reckon a good smack'd put her in her place." All traces of the serious expression have faded into vague approval, though she does squint curiously at the other girl. "Who all's gettin' punished f'r this, anyways? Didn't hear, earlier." Silarra takes the bedpans over to stash them for future use. "Trahalon is under guard, I think. And his hulking friends got sent back with the convicts in the bowl, I think. Didn't hear if they're letting them stand. I'd bet Cori's in trouble, but I didn't hear what." Silarra wipes her hands on her pants, carefully avoiding that spot. "And I got three days here. Milani didn't seem so happy. Don't know if anyone else got chore patrol. Heard her mention something about latrines." "They got 'im locked up?" There's a strange note of disappointment in Taikrin's voice that's rather incongruous with her next sentence. "Good. Keep th'lot of 'em away from you all's th'right thing t'do. I dunno, though-- I think they have t'let 'em Stand? Weyrwoman an' Weyrleader both went on 'bout makin' sure th'hatchlings didn't miss out on a rider or somethin'." She shakes her head again, this time in consternation. "Weren't too clear. Three days of latrines, that ain't so bad. Cleaned /plenty/ of those a'fore my sentence was up. Y'get used t'the smell, y'know?" Silarra shrugs. "It's what I've heard around. Might not have been the reality." Silarra states before she adds. "But don't they sometimes kick people out of candidacy? I heard if your arm didn't heal in time, you wouldn't have been able to. So it can't be that much of a dragon missing out, right?" Silarra states before she shrugs. "I've done a ton of mucking in my time. Not that bad. Expect when it gets on me." "I dunno. Only sayin' what th'Weyrwoman told me, 'bout the hatchlings already knowin' who they was gonna Impress to. Nobody's too clear on if they can change their minds." Taikrin fidgets with the strap of the bag that's hanging from her arm in much the same way she'd been known to fidget with her cast. "Didn't talk much about what would'a happened, 'cause they was pretty sure it'd heal up okay. So... I dunno." That sort of talk only servers to make her more uncomfortable, and she's quick to latch onto a subject change. "They happen t'say when they think th'hatching's s'pposed t'be, anyways? I ain't heard nothin' but 'spring'." Silarra shakes her head. "Haven't heard a time yet. Seems like I'm hearing less spring and more soon, so probably not more than a couple months. Hopefully more like weeks. Glad you got the cast off. Broken bones suck. So do casts." Silarra shifts her weight from foot to foot. "Have you touched the eggs yet? Seemed fairly hard." "Well, spring ain't more'n a coupl'a sevendays away, so..." Taikrin runs her free hand back through her short-cropped hair, her expression pensive. "Might be not too long." As talk moves away from the hatching, she subtly relaxes and a faint smile appears. "Me too. Thing itched so bad I thought I was gonna scratch it off." Once mention of touching happens, though, the faint smile blossoms into a full-blown smirk. "Sure did. Me an' Gabe were th'first t'do it. Even got t'touch th'gold one, me. First." Yeah, there's definitely no small amount of smugness there. "Good for you. No one got to touch the gold when we were out there. So maybe you're the only one that got to do it. Personally? I wouldn't have wanted to anyway. What if that made it want me?" Silarra shudders. "Gold riders have lots of paperwork and responsibility. Doesn't look like fun to me, even if Tiriana's cool." Yes, she actually likes the Weyrwoman. "I'd rather impress a blue or something, if there's a dragon there for me." Taikrin lets out a laugh that's half-startled, half-proud at Silarra's declaration, then leans in to murmur conspiratorily, "Don't reckon I'd be too happy with her, either, but it sure makes most of them girls in th'barracks mad that I did it an' they /didn't/." A wink is offered to the other girl once Taikrin leans back, and continues in more normal tones, "Girl after my own heart. I'd rather chase, me, than be chased. Don't fancy spendin' months and months doin' nuthin' but sweatin' on the sands. Rather have a fighting dragon, me." Silarra gives Taikrin a genuine grin. "Exactly. And I think I'd rather have a boy dragon in my head. Least I would if the girl dragons are anything like most of the girls in the barracks. Clothes should be clean, neat, and fitting for the weather. Why do we have to worry about them beyond that? Or fawn over boys all day." Taikrin gets a nod though, of agreement. "Having the chance to lord over all of them that you've touched it? That is totally and completely worth it." More than a hint of slyness enter's Taikrin's expression, as evinced by the sideways look she gives the younger girl. "Oh, I reckon they're prettier t'look at once they spent all that time t'make themselves up nice." The wide smile is genuine enough, though. "An' they're even more fun t'watch when y'got 'em all stirred up, like. Like droppin' a bunch of felines in water, y'know? 'Specially with that egg. Coupl'a of 'em got it into their heads a few months back I was gonna steal it. Now they're /real/ worried I'm gonna take it legit-like." Silarra wrinkles her nose. "I'd rather not look at some of those idiots any time of day." Silarra states with a shake of her head as well. "Well, they are fun to watch when you get them stirred up. Especially about stupid stuff. And sometimes it's just so /easy/." She pauses for a second before she laughs. "How would you steal the egg? You'd definitely get eaten or flamed by a dragon for trying that." Taikrin clucks her tongue in a faux-disapproving manner. "Y'ain't takin' th'time t'appreciate 'em proper. Just gotta ignore whatever comes outta their mouths, f'r some. 'Cause shells if /I/ know how I was s'pposed t'run away with a bloody great dragon egg an' hide it somewhere. But..." A measuring eye is turned on Silarra. "How old're you anyways, girl?" "I'm fifteen." Silarra states, slightly defensively. "I'll be sixteen in the summer." Which is still a long ways off. "And why would I want to hang around someone if I had to ignore what's coming out of their mouths? Guys are so much better sometimes. Because they're not always as prissy. Even Gabe and his fancy soaps aren't as bad as what some of the girly girls have." Silarra ponders. "Maybe you were going to mysteriously shrink it down and put it in your pocket. Or your bag." "Fifteen, huh." Taikrin appraises Silarra carefully, then gives a short nod. "Young, still. Y'got time t'learn t'appreciate 'em. A pretty girl's like-- like art, or somethin'. Y'll learn." Her brow furrows thoughtfully, followed by a short shrug. "Or y'won't, I guess. Whichever. Gabe sure ain't got the appreciation." Her weight shifts over to one foot, hip cocking out as she mimes putting something in her pocket. "Oh yeah, reckon /that/ would'a bean a feat. I /am/ th'best thief they ever met, after all." "I don't think I'll ever appreciate a pretty girl. Not unless she's pretty and fun to be around. Not someone who runs away crying when I just make a joke." Silarra states. "I think I like guys better. Not the pretty wusses though, like Gustav." She pauses for a second then adds. "You know, Gabe had a girlfriend once. I think I laughed when he told me." "Gustav did alright yesterday," Taikrin admits with a hint of reluctance. "Think maybe I might'a underestimated 'im." She's not comfortable pondering such things, though: she gives herself a shake, then hefts her bag. "Don't know as I can picture that, so much. But I better leave y't'finish yer work here so's you can go an' stop smellin' like a latrine." The words are teasing, made lighter by the smile that accompanies them. "See y'later, in th'barracks?" Silarra sticks her tongue out at Taikrin for the latrine comment, but it's accompanied by a grin. "Yeah. I'll see you later, after I finish and have the time to bath and scrub my pants." She starts to move off to collect more bedpans. "Make sure you don't steal that egg while I'm gone." Silarra jokes in parting. "Yeah yeah, I'll try." Taikrin waves a hand in both dismissal of the suggestion and farewell as she turns to go, swinging the bag over her shoulder with the other. "Don't know as I can deny ya yer lovely gold future, though." "Only gold thing I'm getting is whatever's in those damn pans." Silarra waves as well then, turning to actually head off and finish up her work. The scowl on her face when she came in is gone though, replaced with a smirking smile. |
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