Logs:Vital Skills
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| RL Date: 3 September, 2015 |
| Who: K'del, Cadejoth, Keysi, Neianth |
| Involves: Southern Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Even one who was a healer has trouble seeing K'del injured |
| Where: Bowl, Southern Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Five days after The Incident, and enough people have been to visit K'del that there's plenty of reassurance around: he's going to be fine. That's probably no consolation for K'del himself, however, who may no longer be in 'critical' condition, but has a long road of healing ahead of him. On the plus side, the healers have evidently decided that he's healing enough to be allowed some time in the sunshine, and afternoon at Southern finds him resting on his stomach on his borrowed ledge, playing a somewhat awkard game of dice with Val, who has reputedly been brought into his service as guard and companion for the time being. Above, Cadejoth has taken to the skies to enthuse over his rider's improvement, sharing the merry rattling of his chains with all he can. It's somewhat far away that the familiar ripples of Neianth's mindtouch comes. The brown and his blink in from Between not directly over the Weyr. But to those paying attention, this distanced visitation has happened more than once. This would be the first that Neianth seeks contact, however, besides his general presence. At first those ripples are outreaching to Cadejoth, like the minimal disturbance at the far side of the lake. But they become smalller, more directed, more concentrated, reflecting light in their rings on an otherwise deep black reflective pool with nothing mirrored above or below, « Keysi would like to visit yours. » Comes his rich barritone, carried in rhythm of his ripples, « She apologizes for taking so long to do so. » The words that wouldn't come from her, herself, are delivered by the much more direct little brown. Darker-hewn underside of wings and body alike become visible over the lip of the Weyr and into the Bowl as he soars easily in the warm southern air. A jangle of acknowledgement follows those ripples, Cadejoth showing obvious and genuine glee for the arrival of the young brown. « There's nothing to apologise for, » he insists, with that firmness of purpose and understanding that he has grown into over the turns. « He knew you were part of his pack. » He extends a tendril of chain, now, gesturing mentally down towards the ground weyr they've taken over for the duration, for the pale figure of his rider, too. « Visigoth's will step aside. » Indeed, that brownrider has already moved to stand, ready to clear off to allow Keysi to take her place. The reflection brightens immediately in response to the pleasantry, giving way as the disturbance of the ripples clear to the vast mountain range; mists curl around the base of them, the shimmer across them reminders of the reflection they actually are. The serenity of the imagery is Neianth's appreciation, but he warns of the impending apologetic stance of his rider, « She believes strongly otherwise. » Wings angle and take the pair down in a sharp sweep in agility well-practiced. The landing of the brown and the dismount of the girl is done in smooth unity, the swing down from the straps landing Keysi on Southern soil. But there's a hesistancy to leave Neianth's side when her pale eyes fall on K'del, but eventually the distance is strided, if a little slower than her usual quick, determined pace. There's a salute as she pauses, "-Sir." Comes uncertainly, "How.." She clears her throat, "How are you doing?" "Keysi," is warm and solid, especially in contrast to Keysi's hesitance. K'del props himself up slightly higher upon the pillow and blanket he's been laid upon, gesturing with one hand towards the sun-warmed cushion opposite. "Come and sit; it makes it easier for me to see you, from this position. I'm okay. Alive, anyway. They let me out of bed, and that's an excellent start." He gets to wear pants, too, even if they are light cotton pyjamas. Cadejoth's thoughts include the sensation of wind beneath his wings, rushing upwards. And, « They'll talk. He'll show her. » There's a nod to Val, her intense gaze lingering on the other brownrider for only a few seconds as she takes the seat before her attention is back, fully and studiously, on K'del. "I was.. going to say I was surprised they let you out." That might be an attempt at some humor, but it fails before it could lift off, as she doesn't manage even the faintest of smiles to go with it. And pants, pants are very much a good thing at the moment should anything be able to be said. Keysi puts her hands in her lap, sitting stiffly, but here. And just finally sitting here seems to bring a weight off her. "It shouldn't have happened." That he's alive is good, her lowered tone states, that it was a question at all, is not. "I- we- didn't know." Or to what she's allowed to garner and share from what her wingmates collect, she didn't. There's blame there, anger simmering. Fingers of the hands in her lap curl slowly. "-Who do you have here, taking care of you?" Neianth settles a dragonslength or so away, stretched out to take in the sun, a sense of acknowledgement and continued appreciation following suit of each rhythmic ripple. "Think they only let me out because I threatened to get up and pull all my stitches if they didn't," confides K'del, who manages the smile and the lightness of voice that Keysi does not. He's silent, after that, studying the brownrider and her so-obvious emotions. "Wasn't anyone's fault," is what he says, finally. "No one's except the person who did it, I mean. And they missed. I'm in good hands. Master Goleman did the initial repair work, and the local healers've been tending to me since. And Val's here as my bodyguard. I'm fine." "Missed." Keysi doesn't sound convinced, but she also seems very caught-up in all those underlying tones of things she isn't quite saying. But despite him being her Weyrleader, the headshake he receives is purely disapproval of the Healer-variety. "It's Cadejoth's fault you have to come back and work," Her words are lighter with this, and denotes this is, in her opinion, a good thing, "So if you're going to get back there sooner, you should listen to them. You can't threaten-" She sighs, her expression easing from the tension that pained her face. "I'm sorry for not being here sooner, sir. I wanted to, but the thought of seeing you-," a beat, a slight color to her face, an incomplete sentence, "I wish I could have been there." K'del lifts both hands, mock-defensively; he's been told. "I'll obey," he promises, with the solemnity of a little boy. But the hands drop, and that obedience turns into something more thoughtful as blue eyes consider the former-healer. "There's no need to apologise, Keysi. It's-- were you at the Weyr yet, when Teris' queen died? I knew I should go and see her, but I couldn't bring myself to it, because I felt so guilty, even though I had nothing to do with what happened. The point is... I'm glad you're here now. And I wish you'd been there, too; it'd be nice if we had the person... if we knew why." That- K'del's pretend defense- appears to amuse her, her grey eyes lightening slightly and a small smile giving her expression some gentleness even if still dominated by all that seriousness. She sits back easier in her taken seat, letting her focus drop to the stalled game she'd interrupted. "No sir, but I was studying at the HealerHall and there was a lot of upset." An understatement, but the lack of inflection in Keysi's natural voice make that an easy thing to be made. The comparison does help, and is given a nod as she adds in the light of it, "I never thought it'd be so hard to see an injured person. To the latter, her smile fades, "I'm sure we will try everything we can to find something out." The 'we' sounds like an extra lot of 'I'. "Is there anythingI can do?" A brief look cants to Val and back, her grey eyes returned to K'del, "I'd offer to do something back home, but I'm sure every healer will be after you when you come back." There's a pressure to the word 'when'. Instead of answering immediately, K'del holds his silence, lips pressed together albeit in a way that suggests a smile-- small, but present. "I believe you will," is what he says, finally. "If there's evidence to be found, if there's rumours out there, if there's... you're in the right place to help with that. Savannah. Beyond that... you can keep up with your healer skills. All of this, just reminds me of how important that is; healers who can move at a moment's notice. It's vital." "I am in the right place." Keysi answers immediately regarding the wing, though her gaze can't seem to stay on K'del for it; something else she feels guilty for? "I can do a lot here, for the Weyr, for you." The potential guilt gives way to a hint of an ambitious excitement that forces a wider smile; that passionate sort of thing that Neianth began inspiring more from the day he took her off the sands. "I haven't been studying since weyrlinghood." She admits to the latter, a little hesitant with it, "I thought that not going to Snowdrift meant I wouldn't be able to continue that.." Which makes no sense, and even she realizes that as she lifts a hand to scratch the back of her head. "I will." Is resolved. "But I shouldn't take much more of your time." Quietly, "You're exactly where you need to be. You're an asset, Keysi, and don't ever doubt it." Despite the softness of K'del's voice, there's steel beneath it, and certainty of purpose. "Good. Make the most of your training; there's no such thing as having too many skills. I--" She's right, alas. "Thank you for visiting. Believe me, I appreciate it. You're welcome any time. Given as I'm stuck here, without much else to do." Keysi stands slowly, "I'm.. I'm really glad you're alright." As if that hadn't been already instituted, she feels the need to repeat it with a heavy exhale, a weight of relief for seeing him alive. Being told was just not enough. "And," the smile continues, and there's a mischievousness to it, "glad that Cadejoth caught." As she squares herself to him, she salutes her farewell. "Heal quickly, Weyrleader. We'll be back soon." Neianth rises to all fours in the background. The pair's departure would quick and efficient to the skies and the subsequent Betweened return to their Weyr. "Working on it," promises K'del. If there's more he might have said, he saves it; for today, that's enough. |
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