Logs:How To End A Fight
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| RL Date: 8 March, 2010 |
| Who: Madilla, Silarra |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Silarra needs a quilt patch. She and Madilla talk about Gabrion. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 2, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gabrion/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, W'chek/Mentions |
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| Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients. About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like. Early evening finds the infirmary relatively quiet - for the moment, there's no one waiting to see a healer, and just a few longer-term patients settled in. Madilla's the healer on duty, standing at the front counter with her nose in a book, leaning forward to get her head closer to it, mouthing the words as she reads them. Silarra strides into the infirmary from the inner caverns. Her hands are tucked down in the pockets. She pauses inside the door to look around. Seeing that it is in deed relatively quite, Silarra makes her way forward to the front desk. Being on duty, perhaps it's no wonder that Madilla is not so intent in her reading that she doesn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Her gaze raises, first to glance politely in the direction of the newcomer, and then to let her smile at her. "Hello, Silarra," she greets warmly. "Something up?" "Madilla! Oh, I was actually kind of looking for you. If you're not busy." Silarra states turning to flash a quick smile at Madilla for the greeting. The candidate turns to look towards the other woman leaning lightly against the counter. "But nothing's really up. Not like hurt or anything. No broken noses here." Mention of broken noses makes Madilla's expression darken rather considerably, but she seems adept enough at pushing enough of that aside that she can smile at the other girl, as she puts her book aside. "Not too busy at all," is her promise, said warmly. "I assume that means you're scavenger hunting. But-- how is Gabrion doing, do you know?" Silarra bobs her head in a nod. "I figured I should. Got one thing for my team already, and I had a few free minutes tonight. How'd they rope you into being part of the scavenger hunt, anyway?" Silarra bites her lip for a seond before she goes on. "Bruising's moving along. Bet it won't be too long before his whole face is green and yellow. It'll look lovely." That last part gets a definitely dry tone. Madilla's expression is sympathetic, clearly for Gabrion. "Awful," she says, shaking her head; she looks genuinely bothered by it-- and maybe even guilty. "Oh, I was asked, last time, and it seemed like something fun to do. Why not! I volunteered, this time. It's a nice tradition." She digs into her pocket, fumbling free with an uneven quilt patch, clearly discarded for a reason, and offers it over. Silarra pulls a hand out of her pocket to take the quilt patch. "Seems like a good game. Get to run around and ask people for random stuff. Or convince them to give it to you." Silarra glances down at the quilt square as she continues. "I wish I'd been there. I mean, Gabe's getting bigger than me now, but I still feel like I should protect him." "I think it helps you get to know people, too. Some people. Ask questions, talk to them." Madilla nods firmly for all of this, retracting her hand once she's handed over the fabric. Softly, though, "I'm not sure it would have helped. W'chek--" she breaks off, then shakes her head. "It shouldn't have happened. And I'm-- sorry." "True. Especially for those of us that haven't lived in the weyr our whole lives. There's so many people here so we get to talk to a few more of them." Silarra looks down to the quilt square again before she folds it neatly and tucks it into her pocket. "Well, hopefully nothing like it will ever happen again. Or a certain rider might never need to worry about having the ability to father children." Silarra's tone is darkly humorous as she talks. "One of the convicts is going to to teach Gabe some selfdefense stuff. I told her I'd help, since her arm's all busted up." Madilla admits, after a moment, "I've been here a fair few turns now, and there are still plenty of people I've never met, or even heard of. Every little bit counts, I suppose." She rests both forearms along the top of the counter, giving a slow, thoughtful nod, though she winces visibly, and looks unhappy. at mention of fathering children. Finally, "I suppose that's a good thing. I wish-- it would be better if it wasn't needed, don't you think? If violence wasn't going to be an issue. I wish it wasn't. But I suppose it's better he be prepared. Just in case." Silarra pulls her hands out of her pockets to cross them over her chest. "I think everyone should at least know how to end a fight if someone else starts one. And Taikrin seemed to know what she was talking about. A lot of these convicts really aren't bad sorts. Some of them are less selfish and self-centered than others I know." Silarra states before she adds. "I doubt I'll ever know everyone here, no matter how many turns I live here." "I think most of them just had some bad luck," declares Madilla, firmly. Which is a pretty - if exaggerated - sentiment. She shakes her head, then, and is about to open her mouth but is interrupted by the arrival of a limping bluerider, supported by two others-- "I should get that. Have a good evening, Silarra!" |
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