Logs:Trinity's 'Search'
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| RL Date: 29 January, 2014 |
| Who: N'dalis, Reesa, Trinity |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jasper's been involved in a brawl. Reesa thinks Trinity should stand. Dal... is less sure. |
| Where: Infirmary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 12, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Elise/Mentions |
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| There's some noises from outside the infirmary- loud voices and such. Moments later, members of Jasper's wing straggle in, one by one or in pairs. Collectively, they look like they've been in some sort of fist fight or something, sporting bruises, small cuts and abrasions to their faces and hands, but oddly - overall in good spirits. Reesa's limping a little, leaning on N'dalis' shoulder. "Well, I don't care what he says- I counted that last punch as a victory. Even if he /was/ already unconscious." Lunch was just finished for Trinity meaning her break from infirmary duties are over and it's back to work she must go! The noise outside the infirmary naturally draws her attention and she looks a bit surprised as the combatants straggle in. The infirmary aid slips between two Healers who have risen to meet those coming in and she draws closer to the door. So she's in perfect position to overheard Reesa's remark to N'dalis. A flash of recognition is seen briefly as she peers over N'dalis. "Well I'd say any fight that ends with the other knocked out is a win for the one still standing." she puts in her thoughts on that. "I'm not sure it was strictly necessary," says N'dalis, whose resigned disapproval to the whole incident at least seems to have left him with only minor wounds to show, though that eye will probably purple prettily. He, too, recognizes Trinity, and though he's already not-smiling, he's now rather more seriously not-smiling. "Not that punch, and not the rest of it, either. Come on, let's get you sitting." It's not surprising that he's less cheerful than the rest, surely, nor that he's diligent in attempting to escort and support the other greenrider towards the nearest cot. The girl's remarks draws Reesa's gaze immediately, some quick response clearly on her lips but never quite finished as she /looks/ at Trinity. Finally: "See, that's what I say. And it was satisfying, too," she adds, towards N'dalis, as if trying to convince him. "You can't tell me you didn't have at least a /little/ bit of fun. Even just a tiny bit?" she's holding up a hand, with fingers held the tiniest bit apart for a beat, before she has to give that up and use that hand to balance as she shuffle-walks towards a cot. Hopefully it's the right one, but she's not too fussed about that for the time being. "We need some ice for your eye, too, don't want it puffing over." Trinity's grin is brief but it was there! "Um.." she seems unsure of how much she can do before the healer gets over to the pair. "Take a seat and I'm sure someone will see to you soon." she lingers though on the pretense she can fetch anything the healers may need. "Sounds like it could have been fun to me." chimes in Trinity. "How many were there?" her gaze roams the infirmary at the others who came in with fighting injuries. "It was..." Dal doesn't finish that statement; he's too busy looking disapproving, and lifting his fingers towards his eye (though he doesn't actually touch it), having now been reminded of it. "That's what I get for trying to peacekeep," is his conclusion. And, "I don't think people who work in the Infirmary should be encouraging violence. There were too many. May we have some ice, please? Reesa, you should put your leg up, I think." Reesa snaps her fingers, as if to get attention. "Ice. Or something cold." Apparently those earlier words where directed at Trinity, not that the greenrider qualified or hinted at that in any way. She's rather less sanguine about it than N'dalis. Easing onto the cot, she exhales, pats Dal's arm in silent gratitude, then frowns. "Sit down, then I can prop my leg up on your lap." Because a greenrider's lap is much more comfortable than a pillow. And, "Well, you stopped D'sig from rushing into that group of miners. Probably spared him a few broken bones. And Sirah, too- she would've followed him. So I'd say all in all you did well." There's a pause as Trinity looks between Dal and Reesa. One did snap her fingers but on the other hand Dal did say please. Giving a bit of a shrug Trinity moves off to find ice which she puts into a bit of cloth and folds it up. Once she returns she makes a remark for Dal. "Without violence then us infirmary aids would have so little to do." quips the infirmary aid with a hint of amusement in her tone. She falls quiet though to listen to the pair of green riders with interest of learning what all happened out there. Having been thus instructed, Dal does indeed sit down on the cot, and he /does/ help draw the other greenrider's leg up onto it. Whatever the lady wants, apparently. While Trinity's gone, he glances at Reesa with a pained look that may have something to do with the infirmary aide; by the time the girl is back, however, he's saying, "Well, I hope so. I don't imagine they'll thank me, though. Violence," this is to Trinity, too, "is surely only the least of your duties, and not a preferable option." Reesa squirms around until she's comfortable, with one leg folded under her and the other resting across Dal's lap. She's got her boot on still, so it's probably difficult to see how swollen it might be. "Hey," she pseudo-whispers to N'dalis while Trinity is fetching that ice, pointedly ignoring that pained look, "I think Khiabeth's interested in her." She straightens when the girl comes back. There's a faint noise that might be disagreement with Dal, but at least she doesn't voice it aloud. Dragon> To Suraieth, Khiabeth is in the bowl, distracted with S'mis' blue, curling up against his side. She does seem /interested/ although not in any particular girl right now, truth be told. There's a moment of debate as Trinity tries to figure out which one to hand the ice too. Finally deciding perhaps Dal to be the better one she gives it to him and steps back a couple paces. "Naw, I've other duties than handling violence cases." a brief smile appears on her expression. "It's not the best option but eh.." a shoulder lifts in a shrug. "Sometimes you got to do what you got to do right?" her gaze slides from Dal to Reesa briefly then back to Dal. "How's your kid?" asks Trinity suddenly. The answer Dal gives to Reesa's pseudo-whisper is a frown, and raised eyebrows; /his/ head gives a quick shake. He takes the ice that Trinity offers, pressing it over his eye dutifully. "He's fine," is his relatively clipped answer to the girl, which rather bypasses the other thread of the conversation. To the other greenrider: "Su doesn't. And she says..." He's confused. Dragon> To Khiabeth, Suraieth, circling high over the bowl, casts a thought towards Khiabeth, like water lapping upon the shore of the other girl. She offers an image of Trinity; she seems confused. « Not her. » Right? Meanwhile, Reesa's just frowning right back at N'dalis. "Su is not as picky as Khiabeth. Besides, it's not like they all confer and agree or anything," she's saying, glancing sidelong at Trinity. There's something in that look, speculative and thoughtful. "What's your name?" Dragon> The response is something quizzical, distracted, and uncommitted. She's /busy/. (To Suraieth from Khiabeth) Trinity has no idea of this thread of conversation between the two green riders. Flickering her gaze back to Reese she answers. "Trinity." N'dalis opens his mouth, clearly intent on arguing /further/-- but he stops himself. He's frowning, though, and the look he keeps giving Reesa is incredibly dubious: really? /Really/? It probably looks pretty funny, given half his face is covered by the ice. Dragon> To Khiabeth, Suraieth abandons the attempt with a rush of water. She's /seriously annoyed/. "If you stay like that too long your face will freeze, Dal," Reesa repeats that old wives' tale, reaching up as if to readjust where the bag of ice is pressing against Dal's face. "Trinity," she echoes the girl's name, looking sidelong at her, with a hint of a smile. "Would you like to stand for Elaruth and Bijedth's clutch?" a beat, then, "And I guess Isyath and Rasavyth's, if it comes to that." Amusement flickers in her expression as Reesa informs the other green rider of the chances of his face freezing like that. Then Trinity's attention is quickly drawn to Reesa and it's one of disbelief. Surely she didn't just hear /that/ question. "Erm..what did you ask me?" she needs it repeated! "Did you do it like that for /me/?" demands Dal, who ignores the comment regarding his face, and seems frustrated - if not outright irritated - with the rest of it. "You heard her. She wants you to Stand." There's emphasis on the 'she'. Heavy emphasis. "If you're that hard of hearing then you probably shouldn't be a rider." Reesa says to Trinity, probably sharper than she means to, because of N'dalis' accusation. "What are you talking about?" She, at least, is playing the part of confusion well enough. Trinity's eyes flash quickly with anger. Biting her lip hard to keep back any comment that she won't be able to take back later she eventually says. "I heard I heard..I just.." she flails a bit for the explanation. "...didn't expect to hear /that/ question." she has no idea who Dal's demanding question is for therefor she ignore it. Realizing she should, at this point, give an answer she does so with a quick nod and a spoken agreement. "I will. I mean yes, I accept." a deep breath is drawn and the flash of uncertainty is quickly hid. N'dalis presses his mouth tightly closed rather than actually answer anything further. The ice gets set down, abandoned to the top of the cot. "Well," he finally says. "And there it is. Done. Just like that. You should go move your things into the candidate barracks," he tells Trinity. "Good luck." Reesa's folding her arms, lips pressing together as she regards N'dalis. Well, at least he can't go anywhere yet with her leg still resting over his lap. She seems rather less interested in Trinity's answer - oddly - than Dal's reaction. "Khiabeth said she was good to stand. She's just- proddy, that's all." Only then does she finally look at Trinity, with a slow nod. Trinity's gaze continues to flicker between the pair but she finally nods as she registered Dal's words. "Right. I'll grab my stuff then and move it all over." a pause. "Um...thank you." she adds with uncertainty. "'Proddy,'" repeats Dal, sounding less than convinced, but that's the last of his arguments, apparently. "Congratulations," he adds to the newest candidate, attempting to smile... something that looks somehow completely wrong on his features. "Go on. I'll keep an eye on Reesa until the healer gets a chance to look at her." "You're welcome," Reesa says, almost pointedly to Trinity, before looking back at N'dalis, kind of expectantly. Trinity bobs her head again and backs up a few paces before spinning around to head out. "What?" asks Dal, attention focused upon Reesa wholly, now that Trinity is gone. "You don't believe me," Reesa says, flatly, squirming as if a little discomforted. A look over her shoulder towards the rest of the wing - most of whom with worse injuries are getting attention first - before she looks back at Dal. "Khiabeth searched you. And you Impressed Suraieth. I could hardly /fake/ that, Dal." N'dalis exhales, lengthily. "No," he allows. "You couldn't fake that. But... Su didn't notice anything, with Trinity. And she asked Khiabeth and she..." He trails off, takes a deep breath, and then says, "Look. Whatever. She's a candidate. You searched her. It doesn't matter now, does it? You can't decide who Impresses." "They don't always, if they're not interested. Suraieth might be more picky than Khiabeth," Reesa says, with a brief grin as if trying to wave it off. "Although- she searched Elise, didn't she? Khiabeth searched /her/ last clutch. Isn't that funny?" She's nodding to that last, yes - it doesn't matter, and yes, she can't decide who Impresses. The way Dal blushes so abruptly is... interesting, really. And it's an /excellent/ distraction, because after that he only says, "Perhaps she'll have better luck, this time. Do you need me to stay?" Is he... running away? Oh. Oh, no. He's not getting away now things are so /interesting/. Reesa keeps her leg right where it is, conveniently trapping him. "The healer hasn't seen either of us, yet. Besides, you told me to keep my foot up." And Dal's the only man for the job. "And why did you blush when I mentioned Elise? You didn't-?" she tips her head, and eyes widen. "Oh, you /cad/. With a /Blood/?" The way she says it is not like a Blood is offlimits, but like he could do /so much better/. N'dalis' blush darkens, visibly. "/No/," he says, quickly. "No, no. I didn't. We didn't." It's too quick for there not to be some kind of guilt there, and with Reesa's leg trapping him so conclusively, there's not much for the greenrider to do but explain. "We were both in the training room when Isyath went up. Su Searched her, but-- you know what gold flights are like. She kissed me. I... kissed back." There's guilt in his tone. "Until I remembered myself. I haven't spoken to her since." A moment of silence, then a gaffaw of laughter. "Is /that/ all?" Reesa shakes her head, "Honestly. The way you reacted I could've sworn you two- well. Hardly worth even blushing over, Dal." But it /is/ worth her punching him affectionately in the shoulder nearest her. "What say we get another pack of ice for my ankle, get the healer's okay, then open up a bottle of wine up in my weyr. I owe you for getting me out of there. Plus /I/ won't be able to pry Khiabeth from S'mis' blue anytime soon." A shrug seems to be the best answer to that Dal can offer, though by his expression he's relieved, and, thankfully, the blush is beginning to recede. One of his hands reaches as if to poke at her foot, probably in answer to that affectionate punch, but stops before actually doing so. "That sounds like a plan," he agrees. "Su and I'll get you home safe." A sharp inhale of breath is taken in anticipation of that hand connecting, and when it doesn't, Reesa gives him a long look, then a smirk that mutates into a genuine smile. "Thanks, Dal. Now-" she casts about, quickly switching into demanding greenrider role, managing to snag the attention of one of the healers to tend to the pair of them before they depart. Is that an actual teasing smile on Dal's face? All is forgiven, clearly. Still, he's obviously relieved to get out of the Infirmary... and more than happy to head off, and enjoy that wine, his eye purpling up /beautifully/. |
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