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Movement amongst the still [Open]
Topic Started: May 24 2010, 06:47 AM (240 Views)
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The sounds of footsteps all about the kitchens as people moved about doing their jobs. The kitchens were never a truly silent place after all. Low voices that tumbled across the air as women talked about the latest happenings. Talk that sometimes contained shards of important information but mostly just talk. Gossiping people over whom the Weyrwoman was supposedly interested in and all other such things.

It all fell into a background lull for her as her knife worked in a fast rhythm against the table, not that she needed to pay much attention to just what she was doing with the blade either. It was all a pattern to her now, just follow and repeat. The same thing over and over again as she chopped up whatever greens it was that was under the knife. Her mind was only halfway there, filtering out the words in the background unless somebody actually said something important.

Most people knew of her, or at least, have seen her around the kitchens. But nobody really knew her. After all, she didn't talk to many people, mostly due to a distinct lack of interest to things really. She carried out her task with a sort of cold and detached air, having gotten more than just used to her life, so it was no wonder then that people tended to feel rather uncomfortable talking to her. People tended to talk to others with more... life in them. Though nobody would actually know that she was well capable of that. It just took the right topics and situation was all.

Her attention was perked for a moment as somebody behind her mentioned something about the clutch on the sands. After all, that was important, in a distant sort of way. She already knew what happened on the sands, the Queen having lost some of her eggs. She also knew that the Queen was a Timer, who didn't? So when the topic went about to what might hatch from the eggs if they even survive, she tuned out once again. Nothing new to be learnt there. Still, she wasn't out for very long this time, something else caught her attention then. Somebody walking in who didn't often come by to the kitchens at all.

A healer then, though not one that many people would recognize. Missan only knew her from the times when she spent running about the healing halls doing her job of fetching things and helping along with the wounded every now and then. She was never actually very active when it came to healing people, but if there was one thing that the healer could do, it was to find the problem. She spent most of her time searching up cures and other such things, if what Missan remembered was correct.

There was something quite interesting about the healer really. She looked as if she was about to fall asleep at any given moment. The drudge knew that she would if possible really. It wasn't quite the lack of sleep as it was just falling asleep, Missan didn't understand why, it just happened it seems. Still, those sleepy eyes turned to her and the drudge stopped. The tapping of her blade fell silent, though the missing noise was barely missed amongst the racket of the already noisy kitchens. Without really thinking about it, the drudge nodded slightly, placing the blade down and moved to retrieve a plate. Piling some food into it, she came up to the healer, holding it out to her with an eyebrow arched in an almost questioning manner.
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The sort of feeling that one got while being in the kitchens were always different from those that one got in the healing hall. It wasn’t that surprising, after all, both were verily different places. In the halls, there was a certain amount of silence always. A place of rest and healing that took care of people’s injuries. At some times, it was completely quiet, having no wounds to be tended to. No sick to cure.
The kitchens, though, were always busy. It was not easy keeping a large group of people fed, and the Weyr was no exception. Made worse, even, by the varying schedules of so many different people eating at so many different times. It meant that there must almost always be food available at all times. Constantly being consumed and on demand, people were kept working at all times through out the day.

So there was an almost lively sense of things around the kitchens, and it wasn’t something that she was really that used to. She usually spent most of her time in the Healing halls after all, and that included most of her meals. Still, something had prompted her to step in here to eat today. Probably because nobody else was down there and she was starting to feel the effects of being so recluse. She knew, after all, that nobody can really live without a single human contact for long periods of time. It was her job to know. She was a healer. So perhaps she didn’t spend as much time as other healers did with patients and instead kept herself to her scrolls and research. Experiments with new ways of curing things. It was more her forte to simply be working with such things rather than the cuts and scrapes that came with everyday life after all.

She took a deep breath, stepping almost awkwardly into the kitchens, only to stop. Her gaze caught by another’s, she found herself in a standstill. Next thing she was aware of what that she had a plate in her hands and an unspoken question directed at herself. She blinked, taking a moment to catch herself, only to furrow her brows as she tried to figure out if the drudge was asking what the haler though she was asking.
She didn’t have too much time to ponder on if she was right though. So instead, she took a risk, her soft voice coming through in an almost husky undertone from the lack of recent use.
“It was… quiet down there,” she heard herself say. And she watched as the drudge’s eyebrows rose before the stranger shrugged and made a gesture towards one of the dining halls. Merrian hesitated though, watching the drudge for a moment before she opened her mouth.
“Sit with me?” the healer questioned before she could catch herself. She was left standing there almost awkwardly as she berated herself. Still, she had left the halls for contact right?
“Sure,” came an almost amused tone, though somewhat detached. Merrian blinked in surprise, noting that all together feminine quality behind the voice. She let out a soft nervous laugh then, shifting her plate into one hand and reaching out instinctively to grip at the drudge’s sleeve between two fingers. Tugging lightly, she made her way out of the kitchens then. Into one of the dining halls and then one of the empty tables.
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It wasn't that the drudge really knew the healer mind. It was just some brief sightings every now and then when she was moving stuff around. Practices and drills for when Threadfall would come once again. It wasn't really that big of a deal really. Or at least, it wasn't to her. Then again, few things seem to actually bother the somewhat unflappable worker who simply... well... drudged through her work, if one could excuse the play on words.

So it rather caught her by surprise then, when the healer answered. Though it wasn't really quite what she was asking. Then again, what had she been asking? Missan wasn't at all too sure on that, so she merely nodded slightly, accepting what she was told without too much resistance. She made a gesture towards the dining hall nearby then, indicating that there was plenty of noise around there. And plenty of people to keep the woman entertained if she wished. Her expression barely changed as the healer hesitated, and Missan was about to turn and get back to work when the healer spoke. She blinked, once, then twice. Eyes swept over the now somewhat awkward posture before the drudge shrugged ever so slightly.

If her tone was amused, even slightly so, it was because Missan was amused. And rather bemused too, not at all sure on just why the healer would want her company. Certainly couldn't be the lack of any others, considering the amount of people about them. Yes, the Weyr was new, and it was pretty empty compared to some others, but people could still be found about every single known corner it seemed. Even in the water filled tunnels that were yet to be fully accessed it seems, having ran into a rather snobbish man in one only a few nights ago.

She felt the tugging upon her sleeves, following the sensation and glancing back to catch the eye of one of the other drudges. They nodded, and soon enough, the spot that she had left was filled in by somebody else. They had better take good care of her knives really. She had just sharpened them this morning after all.
Finding herself led to one of the empty tables, she noted that the healer seemed to wait for her to take a seat first. An eyebrow arching once more, she then tugged out two chairs, placing herself into one.
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There was a grin upon Merrian's face as her newly found companion accepted the request. She watched with a mild curiosity as a quiet exchange happened and her companion managed to get herself a break. There was an almost gentle and tired smile that spread across her features as she led the two of them to the table. Still, the healer paused for a moment then, almost outright staring at the woman next to her. A moment passed, then two. Then the drudge dragged out two seats, taking one. Sleepily, Merrian took the other, placing her tray onto the table. She eyed the drudge for a moment before starting to speak in that soft tone of hers.
"I'm Merrian, but something tells me you already know that," she started, beginning to cut her food into smaller pieces without really paying attention to the action. "You look rather familiar." And indeed, she did.

Sure, Merrian couldn't quite list the drudge's name off her head just yet, but there was something that reminded the healer of something. It tugged at her memories just urging her to try to remember. Still, as she stabbed her fork into a piece of meat and brought it up to her lips, still watching the person across the table from her, it didn't really matter all that much. After all, sooner or later, the drudge would have to introduce herself, or continue to sit here in the silence with her till the point of utter boredom. Though, somehow, Merrian could tell that this person here was one that could put up with a whole lot of just that.

And perhaps the drudge was about to reply, but if she was, the healer didn't catch it. Instead, a darkness crept up into Merrian's mind from its innermost depths. Creeping along her consciousness till it robbed her of it. The clinking of a fork being dropped onto a plate sounded as Merrian started to... well... doze off. Honestly, what sort of healer was this?
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