10/26/2008

Logfile from Tejano.

Galleries

Level upon tiered level of hard stone seats, best cushioned for comfort if one is to stay long, arc in spacious, showy display -- all the better for viewing other spectators, as well as the heated sands so far below. Though centuries-old pillars suspend these galleries high in the air, the mammoth cavern's peak extends dragonlengths higher yet, the grey rock lending an illusion of clouded, nighttime skies that's only enhanced by the constellations of living, growing glows and the intense, perspective-warping heat.

Broad staircases spiral downward to the floor of the cavern, the middle of each step indented by generations of treading feet; a narrow walkway circles northeast towards the dragons' ledges.

N'tan's eyes flatout close with Emilia's remark, shutting out not only light, but opinions. This is how he misses Nomi's arrival completely, that or it's being flushed from his mind as well. Nataquin gazes over at his father and sighs, before trundling on to find something more interesting to do. This is when he finds a stain on the bench that requires inspection.

Tarik is now interested in the girl for a moment, and then, Nataquin catches his eye. He gurgles at the other boy, reaching out toward him. Maybe trying to make a liar out of his mother early by wanting to play. Taini turns him around, sitting him in her lap, as he's passed the stage where he needs his head supported by an arm. "There you go, little one," she says soothingly, and then her lips thin, watching Nomi move toward N'tan and then change her mind. "I think you're gonna have an interesting meeting soon." She shakes her head. Tahira gets a nod. "Yeah or from the seat of a wagon" She rolls her eyes, remembering many such ... corrections from parents and eldest brother.

Nomi's arrival and subsequent swift departure is dutifuly noted. Madri watches the woman disappear and another noise of disgruntlement is emitted from the Weyrlingmaster. If anyone said anything to her in those moments, she will have missed out on their words as she rises abruptly. Coat is slide back on and R'ish is regarded cooly. "I need you flying R'ish, not hurting yourself further. Paperwork is in the end, my duty so.. .just take care of yourself, okay?" The tone contains some warmth, though her words come bitten off and crisp. She'll spin regarding the others briefly then directing herself towards Emilia, "I will give you fair warning when I plan to depart for Ista." Should she still be interested in going. And without waiting for an answer or further reaction she'll storm out, likely back towards the barracks or someplace less crowded.

Gema gets distracted by the sewing, fascination at hypnotic movements, and a tiny hand will reach out to steady herself against Tahira's knee, eyes wide with those other fingers shoved into her mouth like a starving wherry. They pop out briefly to make a gurgling sound, "Poopa!" And she points towards N'tan - the only man in the room at the moment. Emilia's cheeks will burn brightly and briefly in embarassment and move again to collect her child, "No. Not Poopa." A brief shrug and a wry smile is directed at the candidate and weyrwoman, "Sorry. Everyone's Poopa at the moment." To reiterate that, Gema's head has swivelled at the rescue and she points at the other arriving male and declares the name again rather loudly, "Poopa!" Emilia denies that one too with a sigh and tries to urge her daughter away, a half confused nod turning to the departing Madri, "Fffine Ma'am."

T'jano sidesteps Madri as she heads down the stairs he was going up. A long look, pale-eyed and curious, follows the woman before T'jano regains his spot on the stairs and heads back up. Spying R'ish, T'jano will tilt his head back to indicate the woman who just left. "Tell me it wasn't me, who pissed her off, right?" But, typical T'jano fashion, the greenrider doesn't give R'ish a chance to answer before another few questions are piled on, "How are you? Your dragon soaks up oil and food like he's never been touched before, or eaten. I am hoping that means that he's improving. And you haven't been around to ruin my life, R'ish. I was wondering what you needed me doing, in your absence or just..." He shrugs, "Doing." T'jano sidles up to R'ish, but takes a longer look around the galleries to see who else might be here. "Tahira!" T'jano calls, recognizing his sister, and then, "Taini!" The other one. T'jano lifts a hand to wave, in case the former at least won't recognize him without his hair. Being identified as 'Poopa' only elicits a shake of his head, "'Danjo', not Poopa. Much... Classier, really."

Tahira mmhmms in her throat with a faint smirk, "Definitely doable from any vantage point, really." Hearing her name she's tilting her chin upwards to swivel her head about to the voice, studying a moment before she'll allow a raise of her hand and a few wiggles of fingertips, "Tejano, evening!" Everyone chattering and talking becomes a slight cacophony to her ears though she does try to keep up, "Poopa?" Curiously, unable to stop a wide grin due to the child calling the name out, "What is a poopa?"

Madri's tone is heard, causing N'tan's mouth to pinch with a grin that is inked in immoral satisfaction. Swinging his long legs around, feet settle on the ground, and up he stands with only the slightest hint of thought given to the ribs that are well on their way to being fully healed, if not there already. Quietly he slides into the black and silver jacket, single gloved hand slipping on one of the buttons. With a healthy sigh the burly man makes his way up the tiers so that he'll pass right before Emilia, and as he does there's a strange sort of kindness, surely dipped in evil, when he leans briefly to the little girl and points at his own face and says, "Poopa." The grin is full of mischief when a wink is tossed at the mother before leaving her behind. "Taq, don't get into trouble, they're liable to kick us out if you do," he suggests with thick sarcasm, and then treads out after the weyrlingmaster. Nataquin just stares after his father, and then turns to glare at Gema. Talk about possessiveness!

R'ish grumps softly at Madri's words.. and watches her go. She can even manage that sad puppy look. Give her orders.. Yell at her. Give her something she can buck back against! Don't give her that guilt trip crap! She can't fight back against that! Ugh! R'ish sighs again.. But T'jano's comments catch her attention. "I'm fine." No. She's not. She's still in pain and drinking laced wine like it's going out of style. "He tells me you have very gentle hands. And He's doing alot better." He's actually Inside more often now than he has been. As for what he's supposed to be doing. "I'll.. make sure to try harder at ruining your life when I'm back on duty then." She teases him with a little grin. "Help me up?" She asks the man. As for what he should be doing. "Just keep working with them, teaching them. That's your job right now." A pause.. and.. "Thank you.. For helping Al... Thank you." He worked on her dragon. Fixed him up. That.. really means alot.

"Term of endearment for a father, I believe." Taini shrugs and offers the explanation to her sister. "Teej!" Taini grins, and nods down to the baby still reaching out, now attentions turned back to Gemalia. Nataquin's moved too far away to be seen by his near-sighted vision, but Gema's right there. He gurgles again. "Look, Tarik, there's your uncle Teej." She grins, and holds him up, supporting him under armpits to allow him to see the youngest uncle. As N'tan leaves, she rolls her eyes at his comment. Taini sees R'ish moving. "Get better soon, and don't do something stupid to make it worse." She grins again.

"Coincidence, really, R'ish. I'm not a dragonhealer. I happened to be carrying a thread and catgut and ran into him. Sort of like a near-death experience, I can't explain it. But no bother, really. I'll keep Weyrlinging, then." No doubt there's two meanings to that, though T'jano offers a hand to R'ish. The other hand waves to Tahira. "Heard you're Candidating. Actually, that's not true. I hear that there was some lunatic who was living in a tent in the garden, who had been Searched, whose name was Tahira and I figured that that one /had/ to be related. Congratulations. Think green." T'jano winks. Louder, "Hello, Tarik!"

Gema does not know that word and just blinks at T'jano. She also doesn't know any possessiveness but her own, so Nataquin's slides over her head. Emilia will however scowl at the departing brownrider, a hot retort being bit back against the quickness a man that injured can move. Instead she growls softly, either agreeing with Taini's assessment or about something else, and nudges her daughter away from embarassing her by distracting her with eggs and the sand. T'jano goes unrecognized at the moment compared to the man she met over a turn and a half ago. She'll join her daughter in staring at the sands then.

"Ahhh, Poopa, I see." Grinning still yet she shakes her head and tucks away her sewing, not expecting to get it done any time soon, "Actually-- The wind is absolutely insane out there and I haven't had any real to get settled in my tent. I've been up in the galleries here." And she points up, up, to the very top where a blanket and pillow lay, "It's nice and open here. And not too hot, and definitely not cold. So not quite the lunatic you may have heard about, but thank you ..I'll ..think ..green?" Not quite sure what that would accomplish.

R'ish uses T'jano to help her stand. It's not pretty and it certainly doesn't feel nice. She takes a long swig of her wine before she speaks again. "And you weren't the reason she left. I think I was." she says to T'jano of Madri. As for T'jano not being a dragonhealer. "You could've fooled me." She says and gives his shoulder a Pat. "Just keep doing what you're doing. Help Madri out. Take some of the workload off her while I'm out, yeah?" She asks the man. She'll turn to Taini and nods. "I'll try not to do anything stupid." Like.. walking up the stairs of the galleries. "Can't make any promises.. But.. I really should be getting back before the healers start looking." Because that would be very bad. And She'll head off.. Slowly... very very very slowly back towards the infirmary weyr.

Nataquin's sigh is beyond his turns, age wilting shoulders as he first stares at Gema, and then Emilia. Finally he drops down next to the latter in a slump. Silence. Moody eyes on the sands, that's all he has energy for at the moment.

Though R'ish will call out on her slow limpy cane leaning walk back to the wall to gimp her way back to her infirmary. "Think /brown./" She'll call back.. "Brown!"

"Good. Green." T'jano grins at Tahira, though he'll take a step back with R'ish. "As it happens, I was just heading that way to see if I might be able to scam some fellis, myself. I could go with you. Carry your wine, perhaps?" T'jano offers as he does, in fact, step backwards in cadence with R'ish's forward movement, so that he is going to be between the gravity-down part of the stairs and the injured brownrider.

Taini shakes her head, as Tarik almsot startles again. "Teej..." She warns softly. "Do you want to hold him for a minute?" And then he's mentioning he's leaving. "Well, or later. We'll be around." She shrugs, bouncing her knee keeping him entertained. She chuckles. "You'd be alright on any color, I think." Encouragingly spoken to her sister.

Emilia will sit with Nataquin then, the weariness in the child noted and since her own daughter is drifting off in hynotic stares at sand and eggs, a hand will drop tentative to lie on the boy's shoulder. She'll listen to the conversations going on around her but for the moment is lost in her own thoughts.

R'ish eyes T'jano. "No fellis for you!" The woman who's downing fellis like crazy says as she continues to walk. "And I can carry my wine myself. Thank you." Though as he offers to accompany her back she'll tilt her head. "If you want. But.. I don't need help." She's stubborn on that fact. She'll crawl her way there but she's determined to make it on her own. Help standing.. is another matter entirely. Walking.. she's determined to do that on her own. "But if you don't mind maddeningly slow you're welcome to keep me company if you like."

"We- there is no saying I'm going to be on -anything-. Don't ...decide things ahead of time. You'll only get disappointed." So says Hira as she rises, parting a half-hearted smile, "I'm going to go and eat and get some sewing done." Said on the heels of her brother and the other riders heels, a look given down to Tarik, her bag of sewing items taken up and shoved under an arm, "You, little Tarik, be good for your mum." As good as a fully dependent infant can be, of course, "I'll see you later, Aini? I didn't even know you were back in Fort ..." Not accusingly said, just a statement of fact, "Back for long?"

"I think that you're just stubborn enough to do yourself harm by doing something stupid. And then the thinker of my duties would become Madri, and who'd want that?" T'jano shakes his head, before muttering in stage-whisper, "Any woman that can put up with my brother, you know they're not quite right in the head. So," he concludes with a helpless shrug of his shoulder, "I guess I'll have to endure your slowness. Or," he adds, "I could push you over and steal your wine and fellis. Now. That might be fun." He could be teasing. Mostly, T'jano looks like he's teasing. Mostly. Swinging around just before they exit, T'jano tries to catch Taini's eye. He mimes the motion of carrying a baby, and then mouth-speaks without words, the elaborate word, 'Later'.

The hand on his shoulder is a catalyst to a physical landslide as Nataquin falls into Emilia, cozying up close without a word. The sigh is soft, and while it holds no peace, there's a certain sense of resignation to it. His small hand rests on her leg, warming with the soft palm that settles so still.

Taini nods at T'jano's mouthed words, that the only acknowledgement. Assistance of a sore brownrider is more important than something he'll get to do more than once, if he wants to. She smiles at Tahira. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay here now. I'm not picking up on work quite yet, but I will soon." She shrugs. "Doing much better."

R'ish eyes T'jano. "You could.. But I'd only kick your ass when I was all healed up. Or.. I'd smack the <Beep> out of you with my cane here." She says. Teasing... mostly. Do as I say! Not as I do! R'ish shakes her head, laughing as she walks. And.. off they go on the long journey to the Infirmary Weyr.

"Ok." T'jano utters that single word, before he turns to trail off after R'ish.

[Travel deleted]

Ground Level Weyr

This room, protected by a large curved corridor, provides a resting place for an injured dragon and rider. Like all the other weyrs in the infirmary, this weyr follows a sterile and spartan style, and a faint smell of numbweed as well as other medicinal herbs pervades the air. Towards the rear of the weyr, away from its unevenly arched stone entrance, a stone couch is indented for that unfortunate dragon that has taken injury or ill; not so far away is a cot for that worried and anxious rider. It is sparsely decorated, as most of its inhabitants never bother to furnish it too completely--they all hope for a short stay.

Thick curtains close off the dragon-sized exit to the bowl, as well as the smaller one to the infirmary, and generally keep things windfree and secure.

T'jano has kept up the banter, quiet, and the teasing about the fellis-laced wine, and he's been a shoulder and quick hand stepping up, should R'ish's cane fail. He might not call himself healer of any sort, but he is attentive enough with R'ish, and there's a sense of watchfullness about him.

>> I bespoke Elsveth with: I sense that Mrrth touches mind-links, this fully mature green's feel a swirl of the silent deep, saline and dark with glitters of light here and there, and the musty sense of memories breaking down, making way for new ones. Her voice draws the listener, though. Alto drawl, languid and thick with an accent onto herself, Mrrth murmurs in an almost sing-song litany: << Maialeth's rider says we are to assist your rider, until Maialth's rider is well. What is it, that we should be doing, other than tending almost-done Weyrlings? >> <<

R'ish had to pause quite a few times on the way back. Though she did do her best to keep up with the banter. She'll peek in the room carefully before fully entering. No healers about.. it's safe to go in. And over to the bed she'll go.. carefully carefully crawling in.. and flopping over. "Oooh ow.." She'll scowl softly. "I hate this." She's said it many times before.. and she'll say it again. She hates being injured. "But.. I didn't need help getting here, did I?" R'ish smirks softly.

"Nope." T'jano would lie, if necessary, so it really doesn't matter. He will settle down beside her, to watch her for a moment and make sure that she is OK once all the excitement of getting here has worn off. "You need to sleep. So does Maialeth. You're eating alright?"

>> I sense that Elsveth is present and attentive, conveying the communication in due haste. Less of a conversationalist as of late more the observer of her youth, she slips out rain drops and the after-storm scents on a summer's eve. <<She will show you and yours.>> <<

R'ish nods. "I'm eating quite well, actually. Thanks to your brother who has me sent real food rather than the stuff the healers try to pass off as food." As for Maialeth.. R'ish hooks a thumb over into the larger part of the weyr.. at a big brown lump that could be confused with a large rock if one didn't know any better. "He's been sleeping for hours." He.. loves to sleep. Unlike R'ish. Again she'll bring the skin to her lips to take a swig. Her eyes closing tightly as she tries to relax in the bed. Ngggh. Oww. "How've things been going with you, hmm? How's the babe?" R'ish smirks. "Thera says you're quite smitten with the child."

"Fine. All's fine. Haven't heard from Marryn on any ideas of punishment. Not sure what'll that be. Hopefully Anzan is due to come back, if she doesn't change her mind." That cold doubt will grip T'jano's heart every time he considers it. The thought is shoved from his mind. "Rocio is lovely. I named her." That last is admitted quietly, with T'jano's leaning forward. "There's an 'o' in the name." And it doesn't take after either biological parent at all. "Thera is in love. I was ... Concerned, but she came 'round." He nods. "Marryn is enamored, as he should be." All is as it should be.

R'ish smiles softly as she grunts a few times. Getting settled. "That's a nice name." It.. does have a certain ring to it. She looks up at the man from her bed. "She's a very lucky child." R'ish says. Though as T'jano says he was concerned R'ish tilts her head. "Concerned about what?"

T'jano shakes his head, of a sudden, unwilling, evidently, to divulge what he was concerned about to one of Thera's superiors. "Nothing." Soft voice, then. "Alright. Anything I can steal for you, before I head out, R'ish? Or was there anything else you wanted to grill me on? Need your back scratched? I'm still willing to sacrifice myself to your wine, should you feel the need to get off it." T'jano flashes another quick smile.

R'ish will let it go. Though she will shake her head. "Nope.. I'm all good. Don't need anything stolen for me. Not just yet at least. I don't want to keep you from what you have to do any longer than you're willing." She'll laugh again. "Ahh.. The weyrwoman already owes me a massage.. so..I think I'll pass on the backscratch.. but the offer is appreciated. Thank you." As for her wine.. R'ish just laughs softly. "I'm quite attached to it at the moment. To tell you the truth." She'll give him a little wink. "Thanks for keeping me company on the walk here."

"My pleasure, R'ish." You can almost hear the 'ma'am' in there, but T'jano rises from his chair in a motion as fluid as the one that draped the lean frame over it. He bows, slightly, then turns to head out with a glance at Maialeth. Making a mental note to check on the brown in the morning, when there's light, T'jano calls back, "Sleep." He doesn't, often, and can appreciate the gift of it.