Logs:Different kinds of Healing
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| RL Date: 7 July, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Leova, Ilicaeth, Vrianth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida looks to sign on with the Dragonhealers, but has to pass muster with Leova, first. It goes better than hoped...mostly. |
| Where: HRW: Dragonhealer Complex |
| When: Day 15, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Heavy sleet. Cold. |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, F'manis/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: There's NO Leova/Vrianth Icons! :O |
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| With the sleet storming over High Reaches, the Weyr's mostly hunkered down. About an hour before dinnertime, Leova straightens, rubbing her lower back as she sends the latest unnecessary accident patient out with terse instructions. Next is klah. But the mug's empty. She grimaces, and steps rather than swivels around to see who's next. Is Alida like old Earth's postal carriers? Because the sleet doesn't stop her from seeking out Leova, the bluerider swathed head to toe in a long, duster-type coat, her riding helmet, and thick-soled boots that give her at least an extra inch of height. She's still rather chilled - the sleet pellets running down the oiled canvas and hide of her coat as they melt - noticed first in her slightly chattering alto as it reaches out to contact whoever's at the 'front desk,' this early evening. "'S Leova in?" "Aye, over here," calls the greenrider, breaking in on the white-haired woman beginning to answer. She moves to meet the other Glacier rider, somewhat stiff at first but then easing into it. "Ilicaeth all right?" she asks even before sending her helper for more klah. Over 'there' she'll go, then, Alida bobbing her head once to the person at the desk, then pacing towards Leova while she loosens her scarf a little. Now that she's inside again, the blonde's getting warm. Noticing the greenrider's stiffness, the bluie murmurs, "Weather in yer bones?" Beat. "Broke a toe in guard trainin' Turns ago. Gives me the occasional twinge in shit like this, sometimes." Cue a lift of gloved hand, and a general gesture at the ceiling at the craptastic weather. "He bit 'is tongue hurryin' dinner." Eyeroll. Shitty weather be damned. "It's coagulatin' fine, but it's in a place that hurt 'im more than 'e's willing ta admit." *She* can feel the empathetic pain in her own tongue, at times. "Anything you 're I c'n do for it?" "That. This work, too." But Leova's got a one-shouldered shrug for it, and moves on. She eases back on one hip, considering with a quick nod. "Mostly what we'd do. Lick some snow. Clean snow. Be careful as to not bite it again, realize that's easier said than done. Least they don't have to eat as often as we do, hm? I'll brief F'manis: no firestone before that's healed, not that we've cause to waste the stuff anyhow." There's a knowing little nod for the ailments of the 'infirm,' and Alida comments no further on such potential embarrassments, instead bobbing her helmeted head more enthusiastically to the dragonhealer's advice for tongue-sore Ilicaeth. "Yeah; s'what I told him ta do. He's up in the higher part uv the local range, right now, suckin' down snow." The subconscious roll of her own tongue might speak of the woman sharing some of this 'therapy' with her lifemate. "Yep. Another three days b'fore he gets peckish, thank Faranth." Word of F'manis and time down from firestone chewing earns the greenrider a quiet bob of head and a mellow, "Thanks...though 'caeth's all about the flaming." Snert. A few moments are spent looking over to one wall or another, taking in the details of it before cool greens return to her (erstwhile) wingmate, holding the other woman's gaze, if possible. "I'd like ta learn about dragonhealin'." Leova's brief nod acknowledges the blue. She doesn't reiterate about firestone, just lets it hang those moments long. She does meet Alida's gaze right back, amber gaze level. Matter-of-fact; "Why?" Fact-for-fact, level look for unwavering peer, Alida answers, "All the little injuries my pair've had over the Turns...watchin' other dragons, even 'lizards suffer from worse...thinkin' it might be... *mine*, some day." She doesn't appear too happy at that thought, the blonde's brow touched with lines of concern. This *is* Alida, of course, and so, she has to shrug to make herself look tougher, again. "Shells; I dunno'. Maybe some day I might be able ta help not only my own, but somebody else's 'mates. Sure as shit can't be a bad thing, right?" "Mm." The woman's back, and with three mugs. Leova trades thanks for one and paces off before seeing whether Alida's accepted the other, easing carefully into a seat by the fold-down work table. There's another there, for the bluerider. Should Alida approach, "On the side, like? Or swap for wing duty, any of it." She quietly, patiently awaits Leova's return, the blonde bobbing her head again in silent thanks for the mug of warmth, which is lifted to lips, blown upon stiffly, then cautiously sipped. Indeed, she'll approach, making herself a little more accessible than usual. "Whatever c'n fit. Either-or. The only caveat is I still need some down time ta decompress (Alida, intense? Never!), digest, tend ta the shit that always accumulates, whether I want it to 'r not." "On your own," Leova checks. "Not from this. Specifically." Then, "Sit, hm? 'Less you want to give me more of a crick." For a moment, Alida looks a tad confused by Leova's words, and then there's a quick blurt of clarity from Ilicaeth (who's subtly listening in) that allows his rider to better parse things. "Ah...yeah. Whatever's outside uv' dragonhealing still needs tending." Sit she does, though the blonde rearranges the chair so her back's to a wall and she can see all about her. Habit. Spoken grudgingly after another sip, "Know this ain't necessarily gonna be easy on either, *any* uv us...but you *know* I give whatever I take up my all." Does she *ever.* "So why aren't you back in Glacier?" Leova's subtext: 'where you belong.' Unvarnished, though still darkly, is replied, "'Cause K'del apparently doesn't trust me." Frown, sip. "He don't know me very well. *Said* I promised." And if Leova knows even a little more than a half-handful about her erstwhile wingmate, she might hear from a few Glacier riders that what Alida promises, she *does*. Period. "Promised what?" Leova goes on to ask, lifting her mug briefly to Alida before she sips. "Don't recall how long it's been, but too long. Unless," she eyes the bluerider. "You're Taiga now." Alida looks as though to balk at speaking up on the promise she made months ago to K'del, but then Leova's speaking of Taiga...and a mule-headed look filters over the blonde's features, makes her shake her head a little. "I still wear the Glacier patch." Sip. "I adapt on the outside, but *inside*, I'm still Glacier." Beat. "WE'RE Glacier." Unspoken but obvious: for *always and ever*. Does the bluie look a little upset over all of this? A quick blink and sip stifles any obvious inner pain, and she finally finds enough inner courage to mutter, "Said I wouldn' cause uproars, do... shit that risked Hold-Weyr relations." Leova doesn't even blink. "Not like that's hard, is it?" A second glance. "Is it? Hear you that you're Glacier. Want you back. Question is, if you want it too, what's it going to take." Alida's always been a bit of a loose cannon in ways, but still...she has to scowl a little at Leova's words, then wrinkle her nose...and take another sip. "I fuckin' *promised*. Hard 'r not, I *won't* make that fuck up again." Period. Even Ilicaeth backs this up with a (sore) rumble to Vrianth, « She keeps 'er solemn word. » Swallow. Said with a little wavering emotion, "Wanna *be* back. Glacier's...home. Even if half the Wing might still be pissed at me." She doesn't really know, anymore. "Unless it's somethin' that's...ill-spirited, cruel...I'll do what I gotta." Frown. Vrianth does not dispute this. But then, neither does her rider. She sends him a wash of cool, silent electricity that's apt to spark one's tongue. Leova has more sympathy, her smoky voice low. Not silent. "So what do you gotta? Keep it up for, shells, five Turns or five sevens?" She doesn't comment on their wing, which might be telling, or might save them the distraction. "What did he say. And if he didn't say, next is finding out." No sparks on tongue right now, thanks Vrianth, or so the sore-mouthed blue chuffs in dark humor to his true wingmate. For once, Alida looks almost dryly wry at Leova's words on time, the blonde sighing softly, and resting her forehead upon the rim of her mug for a moment before lifting it up and looking directly into the greenrider's eyes. "Dragonhealin' takes...well, at *least* a Turn 'r two ta even begin ta apprentice at, right? More takes...more Turns. Can't promise I'll devote a lifetime ta it...but I *will* learn enough ta be one uv yer apprentices, at *least*, if ya ever need me." Sip, sigh. "I'm here fer Glacier, like it's been fer me." Until she fucked up too large, anyway. As for 'him,' well, Alida doesn't have an edetic memory, and Ilicaeth's long-since forgotten most of that incident. As she tries with obvious effort not to get angry all over again, "Said shit about me not respectin' rank. That I must'a been a shitty guard, since I couldn' respect it." *This* snippet brings dull fire into those greens, a dark and ugly flame called 'pride' and 'false accusation' smouldering within. "Said 'e didn' intend on keepin' me in Taiga ferever. That 'e doesn' like me 'r my attitude." She holds in her thoughts on *that*. "Not exactly 'prenticing. We don't get that much credit, but got the flexibility, too." Leova presses her knuckle against the still-warm mug, thoughtful. "Let's square this rest first, though. Looks like you're trying, Alida. But. Still look kinda pissed," she admits with a one-cornered smile. "Want to say, got to get over that. Know it's not that easy. Listen: how about I talk to Taikrin? Informal-like, let you know how it goes. You know she don't take much backtalk herself but she's loyal down to the bone." Until, like it or lump it, she cuts someone loose. For Leova's words of her temper, Alida - *this* time - only quirks an unreadable bit of a half smirk, and remains silent, a definite nod given to how the greenrider offers to speak to the Wingleader on her behalf. "Thanks..." is sighed out with a hint of relief. Finally, "Dun remember any particular time I gave Taikrin more lip than the usual drek we all hand ta each other." She respects the brownrider, apparently, especially since they both have the whole 'loyalty' thing going. Just in case Leova doesn't already know it... "I'll do good by ya, Leova." "Count on it." To that last. Then Leova works to explain: "You didn't much, to her. But you did to your boss, on top of the rest. Made her look bad. Glacier look bad. But." The greenrider stands. As she heads to collect the right hides, "Going to get you some basics to look over. More'n the weyrlings, if not by a whole lot. And going to give you homework: write down all you remember as you've learned from me and the other here, with Ilicaeth, over the Turns. And, hm. Think you can show up here and work, let's say two hours of the sevenday? Nobody's here, basic stuff, cleaning and rolling bandages and learning how the place's put together. Patients are here? Listen and watch. Take notes. But if you think that's too much to start, before we get you squared away for your home, you let me know." She looks at Alida steadily, like it's all right to say 'not yet' or even 'no.' She sort-of knew Leova would take her words to heart, and so the greenrider's response produces a wicked little glint in Alida's eyes, and a flash of even teeth in her small grin. The rest wipes it away fast enough, however, the bluie only grunting, stiffly nodding once at word of embarrasing Taikrin to K'del. She's subtly relieved to get on to the nuts and bolts of what dragonhealing might entail, the more business-like parts of the blonde's brain engaging, and pushing away less-pleasant realities, for now. Intent and focused, it looks as though the bluerider might be making pointed mental notes of what's expected of her, nodding to show Leova she's understood, and even taking a couple of rarer moment to try and fully parse what's been asked of her. Deliberately, she notes, "Sounds do-able, right now. If I get in a real bind, I'll letcha' know. You know how sometimes... well, shit just happens." Don't they all? "It does that." Leova gives her nod for nod. That, she can respect. With that, they're about done. She's got to check out the hides to Alida, of course, and explain a few notes, before dinner calls them both. |
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Squishy (05:29, 8 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
I admit I loved seeing Alida maybe grow up a bit. Chipping off a layer of that devil may care attitude to find a little something more.
Yeah I know that felt weird to say given characters and their respective ages. XD
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