Beris, Doji


Beris and Doji both escape the summer heat with drinks in the living cavern.


It is midmorning of the seventh day of the seventh month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.


Igen Weyr- Living Cavern

OOC Date 26 Mar 2017 05:00


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Igen Weyr- Living Cavern

Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.

The heatwave is showing no signs of abating, and anyone sensible is inside or in the shade right about now. Even the midmorning sun is intense, and the people trailing into the living caverns are nearly all sweaty and red from even a short time outside. Beris has had a chance to cool off, so it would seem. The jug of fruit juice she's acquired is probably helping with that, and ice cubes clink as she pours another big glass and then begins to drink it greedily. Her attire is very much Igenite, suited for the weather, but even she doesn't look ready to go outside and brave the heat, to judge by the look she gives the exit out to the Weyrbowl. No, she'll stay at her little table, rolling the cold glass between her wrists, her gaze now on the middle distance, even though she's looking in the direction of the entrance.

Luckily for Doji, the apprentice hasn't been out in the brutal summer sun lately as she makes her entrance into the living caverns from one of the interior entrances, not from the weyrbowl. She does help herself to glass of cold and a pitcher as well. Just one glass doesn't seem like enough on days like this. With everyone else trying to cool off, spare seats are a little scarce. The young healer spots what looks like a table with an spare seat and makes her way over towards Beris. "Hello, do you mind if I join you? Seems like everybody is in here today."

Beris blinks once, twice, eyes focusing on Doji. The teenager's face has fallen into its default sullen expression, which doesn't shift as she says, "yeah, it's free." Her glass has got too warm now, so she tips the pitcher to coax a couple more ice cubes out into the smaller vessel. Her eyes study the tall girl, lingering on the healer's knot, and there's a slight curl to the edge of her lips, edging towards a smirk. "Yeah, busy." Beris's attention moves on from the knot, shifting to look across the bustling caverns. "Always seems to be, but today is…pretty hot." Understatement of the Pass.

Doji takes a seat quickly, before the other girl can have a chance to change her mind. She takes another brief glance around the crowded cavern. "Well, at least they've found the sense to get inside. I think we've had at least fifteen people in the infirmary this morning complaining about headaches that were just dehydration." She lets out a sigh as she can't hide her disappointment on people's lack of sense. "And it's not even noon!"

"And I thought Weyr people could look after themselves," Beris notes, punctuating the sentence with a delicate sip of her drink. "You'll have more casualties after noon then, I'll bet. Silly, really." She looks round the cavern once more, than lets her gaze wander back to Doji. "You've been a healer for very long?" It's one knot she does recognise for sure.

"You would think, right? How hard is it to remember to drink plenty of water when it's unbearably hot?" Doji voice makes clear that she has lost pretty much any patience for the patients suffering from completely preventable dehydration. She's also determined not to become one of them. She's finished her glass of water and carefully pours another. Tink-tink-tink of the ice cubes can be heard. "And I'm sure there will be, although I have classes this afternoon. My infirmary shift was the early morning, which was probably best on a day like today. And not too long… a little over four months?"

There's a flicker of amusement in Beris's eyes for Doji's exasperation at those particular patients. She sips her juice again, then moves to top the glass up even though it's only half empty. "Four months. You enjoying it?" What is she, an interrogator? At least her tone is casual, as she feigns disinterest even as she asks the questions, sipping her drink between speaking, watching Doji casually.

For all her exasperation about dehydration, the apprentice gives a big smile and nods her head eagerly when asked if she enjoys her job. "I'm loving it. Especially since we're doing more hands demonstrations now. The first couple months were basically all theory, which is important, but doing both theory and hands-on is so much better. I think we all know the signs of dehydration and heatstroke now and I've seen burns, threadscore, infections, dislocated shoulders, broken fingers, stitched a headwound…" Doji apparently doesn't think this is an interrogation. She's more than freely given up the information although she stops abruptly to look more closely at her tablemate. "I'm sorry if I'm going into too much detail. I forget sometimes that not everyone wants to know everything healers do. You look familiar. Have we met before?"

Beris looks…unimpressed by Doji's enthusiasm. She sips her drink, expression cool as the ice cubes that clink against the side of the glass. "Mmhmm." She shrugs, adding, "doesn't bother me. I used to dabble in it myself, and saw a lot of stuff. Some…not very pleasant." Another sip, but that's all Beris is giving up about her former profession. When Doji remarks on familiarity, Beris squints at the younger girl. There's no sign of recognition in her expression however, but she does try not to be too rude about not recognising Doji. "I work at the Tea Room - you might have seen me if you've been there."

Doji nods and looks pleasantly surprised that she hasn't accidentally offended someone yet. "Not very pleasant is right. Although, it's not too bad dealing with the injuries when you have work to do. You can focus, you know? Seeing how injuries might happen is worse." She gives a full body shudder. "I still have some nightmares about the first threadfall where I was working first aid with the groundcrews. It was… bad." The pale teen seems to be turning paler as she stares at her water glass for a few seconds, but perks up quickly at the mention of the Tea Room. "That must be it! I've met Midra at the Tea Room a time or two. You all have the best iced mint tea!"

Rather than looking sympathetic about the horros of a terrible Threadfall, Beris instead seems intrigued. And if her questioning is inappropriate…well, she either hasn't realised or doesn't care.
"The one during the storm? I heard about that one. Know someone who was injured in it, actually." She at least doesn't go so far as to say that as if it's a thing to be proud of, and there's some softness in her voice as she thinks of Divale and her leg. She takes a drink and steadies herself, looking away even as she replies to the Tea Room comments. "That we do. Best tea in the bazaar, so we say."

"Yes, during the dust storm…" Doji begins to fidget with her shirt cuff. "Some thread slipped through the wings in the middle of a cloud of dust and it fell on one of the crews. Most escaped… but one man had to use his flame thrower straight above him. He got the thread… but he also set fire to his face." Her voice is also quieter as she talks about this. Who knows if it's out of consideration for the victim, the other people who might be overhearing, or the apprentices own nightmares? It is clear she's definitely a little more subdued thinking about it. She does smile a little at the talk of tea though and nods. "I'll agree to it being the best in the bazaar. Definitely better than what they have here. But it was all the way across the bazaar and it was too hot to walk that far today."

Beris could prod at the issue of the Threadfall, but she's pretty sure Doji is younger than her (despite how tall she is), and is not blind to the quieter way the healer talks about the event. So the teenager simply nods, rolling her glass between her wrists again in an idle way as she lets the conversation shifts towards tea: a less upsetting topic. "I feel it. I have to go to work for a late shift, so I'll have to go out in the sun soon." She sighs over-dramatically, and offers a small smile to Doji, finally looking at the other girl again.

Doji is grateful to get off the topic of that threadfall. Threadscores or burns, she'll talk about gladly. But actually seeing them happen instead of just the end result, is another story. She gives a small smile back towards the other girl. "Well, at least you're taking the appropriate precautions? Lots of liquids, dress for the weather and not staying outside any longer than you have to? Unlike all those folks lining up in the infirmary this morning." she gives an exaggerate eyeroll, the sort that only teenage girls can have perfected so well.

"I'm not stupid," Beris says, allllmost rolling her eyes at people's idiocy. Her smile grows at Doji's eyeroll; at least they have a dislike of stupid people in common, so it seems. Her juice is very nearly gone, and the last top up of her glass finishes it off, leaving only a few ice cubes to settle at the bottom of the pitcher. "Maybe the Weyr needs to stop Searching people from colder climates, get some people who're used to the weather," she half-jokes, with a flutter of eyelashes that is almost a wink.

Doji snickers a little in response to Beris' comments. "Or maybe they need to be given like an hour introduction course on how to survive in a desert. And then a test. If they can't pass the test afterwards, kick them back cause there might be a good chance they'll get themselves hurt if they stay." That started as a joke, but at the end, it seems like the apprentice is seriously considering the concept.

"For their own good, right?" Beris isn't disagreeing with Doji's suggestion, though she is looking over curiously, wondering if the girl's serious about it or not. She seems pretty serious that it could be a good idea. "I'm Beris, by the way," she says, suddenly realising she hasn't introduced herself. Then again, neither has Doji, so they're both as bad as each other, really.

"Of course. And for the weyr's. We only have so many healers, after all." Doji taps at the side of her glass for another minute as she ponders it and then shakes her head dismissively. "I don't think it will work though. Who would teach the classes? And what about the folks who can retain information for a short amount of time and then promptly forget it? Also, crafters and riders get transferred a lot as well. And usually those that are transferred are done for a reason besides where they were born." She shrugs, idea dismissed. "Oh, and I'm Doji. It's nice to meet you, Beris." She does have some manners… when she remembers them.

Beris finishes her drink while Doji talks her idea through, and apparently talks herself out of it. Amusement flickers in Beris's eyes as she watches the process, but she offers no comment. Weyr matters are quite separate to her life as far as she's concerned, and she's not going to sit and argue someone back round on an issue for Igen. "And you." Her empty glass and the pitcher are collected together, ready to be taken to the dirty dishes area. "Guess I'll see you next time you come down to the Tea Room," she says, as she pushes her chair back to stand.

Doji nods, quickly finishes her last glass of water, and gathers up her empty glass and pitcher. "Indeed. Hopefully it starts cooling off soon and the walk won't be completely unbearable. I did promise Midra I'd come by soon again. But now, I think I need to hurry before I'm late for class." And hurry she does. One parting wave and smile and the apprentice is darting off to deposit her dishes in the designated area and then scurrying back towards the infirmary, her red head visible weaving through the crowd.

it all works out nicely - Beris deposits her own items, and then off she goes, albeit in the opposite direction, out into the bright sunlight of the Weyrbowl, pulling her light scarf over her head to provide some protection from the harsh weather. See, sensible!

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