Who

Farrah, Amani

What

The Weyrwoman meets a wildling in the infirmary.

When

It is evening of the nineteenth day of the third month of the fifteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Infirmary, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 11 Oct 2018 06:00

 

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"This would make my longest stay."


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Infirmary

Sterile and scoured, the surfaces of the infirmary, well-tended and beloved by the complement of Healers due a weyr of Southern's size. Soothing tissane simmers at the large hearth, while comfortable chairs circle that particular feature in a waiting-room of sorts. Tables of dull-gleaming oldtimer metal lie as examining slabs, neatly lined in rows with pull-curtains enabling full privacy as needed. A low wall separates the southern half of the room from the rest, and those practicing the apothecary's trade can be seen compounding medicines under the watchful eye of the posted Master.


Her stay at the Weyr is one forced upon her by circumstance and not choice yet Farrah seems to be dealing well with the change for the moment. She waits in one of the comfortable chairs, arm in a sling being plucked at slowly with her good hand that can actual move. Leaning forward over her knees, the wildling toes the floor in her sandals, the clothes obviously borrowed and not her usual colorful affair. Dark eyes occasionally lifts from her foot movements to study those around her and on occasion an empty room. The Weyr is a rather enclosed space, making the woman uneasy to the point she finally stands up to walk the length of the waiting area and back again. The din of quiet conversation is not the same as the wind in the trees or through the wild grass and it grates on her nerves, winds her up so that she is has to stop and focus.

In from the rainy autumn night comes a dark-haired, dark-eyed young woman draped in a water-wicking oilskin, a high runner-tail worn in defense of any hair-tangling the weather might cause. She shucks the rain gear and hangs it on a nearby hook, revealing warm riding leathers and an intricate knot on her shoulder. Her klah-brown gaze scans the infirmary, gauging just how underfoot she's going to be if she visits the patients within, but it seems relatively calm for the evening. The restless teen pacing the waiting area is noted, however…and seems to be someone she might be seeking to speak with. She folds her arms, sauntering a bit closer in. "I'd heard we had someone brought in from the jungles with an injured arm," she says as the girl passes near. "By our visiting holder's son, in fact. I take it you're the someone in question?"

Caught up short in her pacing, Farrah slows to a halt not far from the other woman, her normal stance of arms crossing is attempted and quickly comes up short. Her hand goes back to her side as a confirming nod is given and her near black gaze give a quick study and finds that knot. Dark brows furrow and she is slow to respond properly but eventually does, "Farrah of the Erdou clan," she offers, like she has been offering more and more readily as of late. "So I have learned. I dislocated it when I fell," simple enough as she motions to it with her good hand. "Is there something I have done wrong?" she asks, her voice somewhat cautious as her weight shifts uneasily on her feet.

Sympathy quirks into Amani's expression as the girl attempts a habit that clearly won't work in her current situation. She nods along with what's said, though dark brows arch high in surprise at the last question. "Not at all!" she reassures Farrah, her own arms dropping as she takes a step closer. "There's no fault from anyone for anything; I just make it a point to try and visit patients of the Weyr when I can, especially if they're from outside our walls. I'm Amani of gold Zymuraith, Southern's Weyrwoman." She offers her hand, adding, "I'm acquainted with Devana. Do your people know you're here and safe?"

The quick sigh that follows helps to ease the tightness upon her expression and Farrah gives a slight up tilt of her chin. "How good of you, to do so that is," the wildling response, eyes moving to look at the offered hand. She extends her hand then, her calloused hand grasping firm in greeting. "You are the head rider," the wildling knows at least that much and though never having seen a Gold she knows of them. "Everyone is acquainted with my cousin, she makes herself known to all. It is her way of things I suppose but I must admit that I have only been to the Weyr on occasion to trade. This would make my longest stay," she admits. "The care has been more than exceptional, I will give thanks for that," she admits and chews on the corner of her mouth.

"That's one way of putting it," Amani affirms amusedly, lips tilting in a somewhat lopsided smile as she returns Farrah's handshake. "It's true I haven't seen many more of the Erdou around here than Devana, though you are all quite welcome to visit, of course." It's not the first time she's extended the offer and definitely won't be the last! "I'm glad to hear you've been well cared-for here; we do pride ourselves on our Crafters, Healers and beyond." There might be a few passing by with purple knots who stand a bit taller as they overhear that. "Though I know staying here can be…trying. It's hardest for those who need to be doing something other than waiting. Which seems to be most who end up here." She lifts a hand to gesture at Farrah's slinged arm. "So dislocated, but no breaks? Have they told you when you're free to go?"

"You are kind to offer," Farrah musters in graciousness though it sounds like she may not be taking her up on it. Though her manner changes when she speaks of crafters, her head tilting as she watches a few pass by before her dark eyes settle on the weyrwoman. A quick breath indrawn and she glances down at her arm, "You are right, the waiting does not suit me. I have never been so idle," there is a bit of roughness to her words before she clears her throat, "Yes…it seems it just needs to settle. Its sore, it aches but they do not think I have done any other damage safe the cut to my head. I suppose I should count myself lucky." She hesitates, looking thoughtful before she deigns to try to speak up, "I ..I have a question about a matter, or rather an interest." she give a pregnant pause, suddenly her damaged arm itching and then back of her neck. Small nervous ticks likely but she finally continues, "I would like to work with the dolphins, I was told that despite not having trained in seacraft there might still be a chance."

Amani is unfazed by Farrah's dubious tone; it's one she's heard from several quarters at this point. Her smile for the wildling woman is sympathetic again, though her eyes flicker upward when there's mention of a head wound. "What happened, exactly?" she wants to know, though waits patiently for the girl to voice her question. The matter that's finally brought up is considered with a lift of her brows and a little nod after a moment of thought. "As a point of cultural exchange, that could be interesting," she muses aloud before her dark eyes focus on Farrah's fully again. "Have you…considering requesting apprenticeship, maybe? I know it'd be a big change, and you're older than the typical apprentice, but if it's something you're really set on doing, we could see about bringing you to chat with the Masters and senior journeymen, if you like."

"I was gathering some seed pots from the trees, I had a misstep and as I fell my arm got caught and so did my bag. It wrenched them both but my bag tore, I did not. I caught my head when I hit the ground, I suspect at least because I believe I passed out," really its all such a blur to her. "I remember little really, just the fall in a rush and then waking to pain," she says as an explanation. The hopeful change of her demeanor is quite noticeable, her brows rising a little as dark eyes take on a life that the captivity in the infirmary had sapped away. "I….I suppose I could, I met a pod, and one of your dolphineers…" she hesitates, pausing as she quickly adds, "I was supposed ot meet with him…" brows furrow, digging lines into her brow. She frowns all the more and then shakes looking somewhat disappointed.

"Well I'm glad to know it wasn't worse! And that Pash managed to find you," Amani says, and genuinely means it. To Farrah's last, her brows lift again. "Who was the dolphineer? I can get a message to him if you like, let him know what happened." On cue, a small gold firelizard swoops down to land right on top of the Weyrwoman's head, chirping a nonchalant greeting as she primly flips her wings to her back. Amani rolls her eyes upward, looking faintly annoyed, and the gold grumbles a bit and hops down to her shoulder instead. After that, the goldrider's attention returns to Farrah, expectant.

"I suppose I am grateful too, even if he was a little too familiar," Farrah can remember that much after her fall apparently. She arches a brow at the arrival of the gold fire lizard and tilts her had. A smile has spread just a bit, lips parting before she offers a light dip of her head in greeting. "Zannen," she finally says. "I am not sure really what day it is or how long I was out there, so I could be a day late or two," she expresses. "What would be expected of me if I apprenticed…would I need to live here?" Because that could and might be a deal breaker.

Amani narrows her eyes a bit at Farrah's first, shaking her head and huffing a soft sigh. "That man… I have a feeling the more he winds up slapped, the better," she opines, though it may not be entirely clear whether or not she's serious. When the dolphineer is named, recognition flickers through the Weyrwoman's expression, and she reaches into her belt pouch to produce a bit of hide and a stylus. She glances around for a flat surface, than takes a few steps to a nearby counter and bends to it to start writing. "Zannen. He'll understand, and just be happy to know you're alright, I'm sure." She's quiet for a moment as she writes, though eventually speaks again to Farrah's last. "Well… Apprentices are usually held to exacting schedules, so living near would likely be expected. As would holding to certain restrictions. But given your age and background… I really don't know for sure, never having been in a Craft myself. Which is why it would definitely be better to have a conversation with the Craftheads here. I can only speculate, really." After another moment, her note is written and bound to her gold flit's leg. Dhahabi promptly takes to the air and blinks ::between:: to accomplish her task.

"He is ..incorrigible as my nan would say," Farrah supplies, "It is okay, if he tries it again he will find the butt of my spear not so attractive," she expresses. She mumbles something about 'sweet' and pet names under her breath. But as the message is sent, she leans over to watch some, curious as to what is being said exactly. Leaning back she hesitates, at first but then hurries through her request, "My father is not to like my being here, and probably would deny me access to any craft with the weyr," she admits, a faint crestfallen expression at the truth that she easily disguises, "If I am to meet with them, best it be now while I have an excuse. I will need to make my decision if I am even given one." Meaning she may not be able to take a position with the crafters. "I mean to say, if I may see them. I was not demanding," she is quick to pull back on the reins of her hopes.

Amani nods at the aptness of the word, then has to smother her laugh behind her hand for Farrah's next. Her laughter is quite clear in the glint of klah-dark eyes above the act, however. She sobers quickly with the wildling woman's next, nodding. "I didn't take it as such," she assures Farrah, "and…I understand that your presence here might not be taken well. Devana's told me as much before, herself. I know a bit of what that's like. In the end…it's what you need for you that matters most, though I'll admit to not understanding just how much family can sway that. It's not something I really had growing up. But I still stand by what I say, not that you need do anything with it, obviously."

A smirk plays at her lips as Amani manages to appreciate her expression of dislike towards the flirtations. Farrah makes one further comment on it, "But I do owe him my thanks so I may have to spare him the first few times." A long exhausted sigh leaves her, giving a shake of her head, "My father fears change…most of us do. Our people are family, all of them and to change that. As much as I want adventure and a life of my own…to do so would mean forsaking my clan. It would mean leaving them and though some would be okay with that…some, specifically my father may never let me return. He would shun me I am certain." Her dark eyes narrow. "And they are my life, all of them. So I must know what is expected of me."

"Fair enough," Amani says to Farrah's first, still smirking deeply in an effort not to chuckle…though it doesn't entirely succeed. She nods along with what the wildling woman explains next, still not entirely convinced that family should dictate things but, again, knowing that she has had a vastly different experience with it all in her mere two decades of existence. "Well, it does sound like the idea of an exchange would be better. But talking with the Craftheads would still be in order, and I'm certain it's something that could be arranged for you tomorrow. Particularly if Zannen comes to seek you out; he would be happy to accompany you, I'm sure, considering his love for what he does." She'll leave the matter at that for now, changing tack to something far less complicated. "Have you gotten a good meal or two in since arriving?"

"Thank you for understanding, I just need to know, that what I may forsake my father for is something I am agreeable to," Farrah explains, her shoulders taut and all together set in a proper posture. It may be due to her injury but she has changed her stance with their talk of the craft and what may come with it. "I would appreciate if he did, I do not know what I would say when speaking with the headcraftsman," she continues and then pauses, considering the meal. Rubbing he good hand to the back of her neck in that nervous tick she dips her chin, "I have, its not all together the same as I am used to but it is…good," Good is said with some hesitancy before she then adds, "I had some street fare today…thanks to the rider Va'os." There is a faint tick of a smile curling her lips upwards. "I must admit he was interesting to speak with." High praise coming from the rather antisocial wildling.

"Just be honest," Amani advises with a little shrug. "If you're determined or passionate about a thing, it's the best way to go, I think." Mention of having been introduced to "street fare" with Va'os earns a soft chuckle. "Va'os is the Weyrleader. The other 'lead rider.' I'm not sure if he'd have mentioned that," she notes. "He is an interesting man, that's for certain. And a good one to get better acquainted with certain aspects of our home with. I was asking more whether or not you've been to the living cavern, though."

"Oh, no, I have not been to the living caverns," though Farrah's expression changed when Amani mentions that Va'os is a leader. The quirk of her lips dies away a bit and she seems to sober. "I will..but I still need to know for myself what pursuing the craft will cost me," this added on in after thought. "I have attempted to stay out of most areas and remain in the market…but its been so rainy so that has proved to be difficult." She wets her lips, "I suspect you would like me to."

"Of course," Amani concedes to Farrah's reasoning about speaking to the Seacrafters. As for the last, she gives a little tilt of her head, something between a nod and head-shake that gets curtailed. "I'm not going to insist on it or anything, but considering you're obviously going a little bit stir-crazy, I was going to invite you to accompany me there. I was just going to grab something warm to drink and a snack before ending the day."

Chewing at the inside of her cheek, Farrah gives a slow not of her head in acquiescence. "Very well," she intones and give a glance back. "I was here because I did not know where else to go with the rain. I must admit the way you live is ..very different," she admits, but looks ready enough to give it a try. Dark eyes meet Amani's and she offers her a rueful smile, one that tinges her words a little, "I will do my very best to adjust." Though it looks as if she may be jesting.

"I think the Healers would probably nag at you for trying to go elsewhere right now, honestly," Amani guesses. "But if you're out with me for a bit, it won't be a problem." At least not one she'll get argued with about, most likely. There's another smirk for Farrah's last as she turns toward an entrance that leads further into the Weyr proper. "We can adjust and stay true to who we are, thankfully," she observes, and gestures the wildling girl to follow. "Come, Farrah of the Erdou. Maybe I can introduce you to something you'll enjoy."

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