Logs:Master and Apprentice
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| RL Date: 2 April, 2015 |
| Who: Keysi, Madilla |
| Involves: Healer Hall, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two healers meet in passing. |
| Where: Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 6, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| Another beautiful afternoon wears on; those who can have headed outdoors to enjoy it, leaving those who can't-- or won't-- rather more space inside. Madilla's one of them, making use of an empty table to spread out a piece of work: a quilt, clearly nearing completion. It's rare to find the former-Weyrhealer down here; between her new job-- which takes her out-Weyr on a regular basis-- and her family, and the fact that she now lives in a weyr rather than with the other crafters, the caverns are not a regular haunt. Still, she seems quite settled for the afternoon, pausing every so often to engage in quiet chatter with people passing by. Keysi steps out of the candidate barracks carrying a large number of items in a worn and very much about to rip satchel. She's been non-stop throughout the day, though that's a typical thing. Already having enjoyed the outdoors via feeding ground cleanup and a brisk jog right after, she certainly smells like she's been busy. And she's yet to take a long enough rest to stop off at the baths to fix that problem. Being that so many are midday napping or out enjoying said beautiful weather, she the intense apprentice wasn't really expecting anyone in the commons. She stumbles when she tries to stop short, and the satchel- and all of its contents- spill all over the floor. Mostly infirmary supplies- bandages, empty bottles, some already-mixed bags of herbs. "...I am sorry." She says, neutral but sincere as she takes a moment to absorb the blunder she'd made. "I-" Pause. She's never met her, but she's well-known enough. "Masterhealer?" Madilla turns, already rising in her seat at the sound of the stumble; she's further surprised by Keysi's words. "Oh, shells," she says. "Let me help you. And it's Madilla-- Master Madilla, if you need to. 'Masterhealer' just makes me think of Craftmaster Tevara, and that is a terrifying thought." She drops to a crouch, green eyes studying the apprentice even as she's reaching to try and help gather up the supplies. "You're one of our-- one of the newer apprentices, aren't you?" Keysi kneels to begin collecting the supplies, though stops mid-reach to inspect the sad, over-used satchel that had given up on its last task. "I can suture this.." She mutters to herself. Yes sutured not knitted or stitched or other appropriate pattern for fabric or hide. Slim difference, perhaps, but workable eitherway. "Thank you, ma'am- er- Madilla. I am sorry. Everyone's been outside, I wasn't expecting anyone here." - "Aye, I came from the Hall about.. month 12 I suppose it was?" Time flies. "There's some interesting people here." Is offered, as probably her best way of saying she likes it. "That is beautiful." Is also added, in regards to the quilt she was working on until the unfortunate interruption. "Not so long after I handed over the Infirmary, then," answers Madilla, with a reflective little smile; it's very nearly wistful, though she otherwise seems happy enough. "Welcome, then. Very belatedly. I wish I'd had the opportunity to introduce myself sooner; I've tried to stay away in order to give your superiors the chance to make the Infirmary their own without my influence." Glancing back at the table, she smiles. "Thank you. My hobby. Do you want to sit down and fix that now?" "Aye, I've been told much about you. The most recent being how well you fix noses." That K'zin. Keysi doesn't display humor well, but it is intended as such. "I understand. The infirmary has been somewhat quiet, and not too many hiccups. The other apprentice who came with me has been sick off and on so I've picked her shifts up when necessary." Mostly overnights, which she's been fine enough with. She looks to the chairs at the offer, and the quilt. "I will be of no comparison to your work, but it may at least be usable." She stands slowly, most of the supplies at least piled in a single place to be collected in a bit. "How did you like where you were?" Madilla's cheeks turn pink, her expression apologetic. "People get used to seeing a certain healer," she says, aiming for a smile as she rises, stepping back to her own chair. "I'm sure they'll get used to dealing with others; I trust all the healers here." That may not be strictly true, given recent history with Miska, but the smile the Master has pushed to her face aims to make it so. "I miss the Infirmary here," she adds, as she reaches for her needle again. "I miss the work. But the work I'm doing now is important, too, and it's gratifying to be useful in a lot of different places. I think my family would prefer me to be home more often, however." "With the messes these riders get themselves into, they don't have much of an option." Keysi offers dryly, taking a chair next to Madilla, giving her ample room for quilt-manuevering. She leans back down to her mess of a pile to fish up some suture material and a needle and then holds the satchel up to eye it wearily. Not her strong suit, not by far. It's certainly not like flesh. "Are you working on any particular studies while not here?" Is asked as she stares at the damage, hardly even sure where to start. Wounds are better. "Where is your family?" She adds after the last thought, her questions lightly curious. "Too true," is Madilla's response to that, wryly amused. She leans forward to pick up the hem she's in the middle of, needle moving through fabric with the expertise of long experience. "Oh, my family is here; that's the problem-- was the problem. Well, except for my eldest daughter; she's an apprentice harper, now. No, I spent so many turns posted here, it became home, and so I refused my Mastery until they worked around that and forced me into it." Clearly, she's resigned to this, now. More or less. "So now I do no practical healing whatsoever, but I travel around assisting rider-healer relations, and developing new training programs accordingly. It's... different." Keysi's neutral expression wavers briefly. So briefly it's easily missed. She's somewhat bewildered by Madilla's position, and she's silent for a few moments as she digests it. Finally deciding on a good starting point on the bag, she lays it across her lap, sideways as a surgeon might stand alongside a patient and their wound. The first throw is awkward, and she undoes it twice before finding one interrupted 'stitch' to hold appropriately. "But don't you miss it?" The apprentice, now candidate, finally asks. "The physical part of being a healer, or teaching? There's just.. so much to know, so much to do." She looks up for a moment to study the master healer, "How long will you stay this time?" Madilla's answer, when it comes, is very quiet. "Every day," she says. "I loved my job, here. I loved dealing with patients, and having apprentices to work with, and-- all of it. It's a big part of the reason I didn't want to be a Master; I knew I'd lose that. I'd go back to the Hall and only teach, or I'd end up only administering, or--" She stops, glancing back at Keysi, side-on. "But in the end, it had to happen. I'm just grateful it could happen in a way that would continue to let me live here." Beat. "On and off, anyway. I'm here for a few sevens, this time, before I need to travel again. It's a relief; my youngest still needs me." "I guess so." Keysi is quiet, her hands steadying as they find a pattern and familiarity to their motion, despite the non-flesh-like feel to the cloth itself. At least it's training in dexterity, and she's very intent on it. "It seems like talent wasted, though, when you cannot use the hands you've trained for so long...." The candidate trails off as she just slightly lifts her own needle and material as an example, "I guess I was always so focused on my studies I never thought that far ahead. The administration aspect, I mean. But if your family means that much to you, I suppose it has worked out to some degree." Another throw. Another too-loose throw that's quickly undone and replaced. "I'm glad to finally meet you, though. I wasn't sure when or if I'd get the opportunity." "I'm glad to meet you, too. And-- well, if you ever need someone who isn't one of your immediate superiors to talk to, about anything healerly..." Madilla breaks off, though the pause is meaningful. "It feels like a waste to me, too, but I can also see that my experience is being used in other ways; it balances out. Mostly." Mostly. "We all have something to offer. In one form or another; however it ends up working." "I appreciate it." Keysi is sincere in that, though still lacks any change in her neutral voice. Certainly hard to read. "I talk about it on occassion to some, and it seems to go over their head... or gross them out." There is the slightest of change to the edge of her lips that suggest at a grin attempting to show. The last suture throw is in place and she tugs at the line, then tugs at the fabric to test its integrity. The sound of very stressed, almost-about-to-tear fabric ensues, but... at least her 'surgical' repair holds strong. "Ah, well, I suppose it will hold up until I get there..." Doubtful. She'll have to wrangle up a new one somewhere. "I hope I see you again soon. I have to get back to the infirmary. I'd just stopped off in the barracks to pick up a couple of things after the storeroom-" She pauses. She doesn't need to explain everything. Shaking her head, she stands, "I would love to see you work. It is incredibly beneficial to watch the ways of different masters." The hurried way she'd entered is the same at which she begins her exit, collecting the pile of items, stuffing them into the bag, and her naturally quick pace briskly taking her out the door. |
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