Life Isn't Fair


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Date: 18th July 2010
Location: Eastern Weyr: Living Cavern
Synopsis: Ciara walks in on an argument between Cheusia and E'ro. Then she meets the healer properly, as well as Nenienne, who teaches her a little about gems.
Rating: PG-13
Logger: Ciara

The main Living Cavern at Eastern Weyr is a near replica of the "Lower Bowl" in shape. It is circular, with ceilings sloping up into a gentle cone shape. There are a few stalactites hanging from the ceiling, from which the Weyr's few firelizards may perch. Between these, there are a few inverted "hills", showing exactly how quickly the workmen finished this job. It lends an eerie quietness to the place, as the features cut the sound more effectively. The glowbaskets on the walls highlight the tables of all shapes and sizes around the room. The Head Table appears to be more traditional in place and kind, but the rest of the tables are variable. The east side of the room boasts larger rectangle tables suitable for whole groups of riders, while the middle holds smaller circular tables more appropriate for a family with children. The west side of the room has small square tables which often double as gaming tables on lazy days and most evenings.
Near the Head table, off to the East side, the double doors of the kitchen swing open. Near those doors, two long rectanglular tables are set up for food and drink service. On the eastern and western sides of the room, the stairs lead up to parallel hallways which connect to the rest of the Weyr. A third, smaller set of stairs at the southernmost end of the cavern leads to the Weyr Entrance.

They're staring each other down across that serving table, the bronzerider and the kitchen helper. It's actually E'ro who swings his head away first, snorting in obvious aversion though the woman looks smug. He's swiveling it back the other way when another voice intrudes, one blonde brow lifting in answer. "Like hell she doesn't have it. I happen to know for a fact that they made thirty-four pies of varying flavors this morning before the rest of the Weyr woke up. She's either lying or someone is getting more than their share. Now I," he points a helpful finger at himself, "have done my sweeps and drills for the morning." He casts another look at the kitchen help. "Doesn't that warrant some kind of reward? Simply a tasty morsel was all I wanted and I can't have." Don't get between E'ro and foodstuffs, apparently.

Cheusia perks slightly at Neni's greeting, smiling pleasantly as she turns to face the Smith. "Yes, thank you? And yourself? You don't seem as tired, now." Then, as E'ro turns back to her, grey eyes turn to find it, "so what if someone has more than their fair share? Life isn't fair, sir rider, no matter how much you may /complain/." Hands find her hips and remain there as she shoots the rider a look. "You are nothing more than an overgrown /child/. Maybe if you had asked /nicely/ instead of throwing a fit, people would be more happy to indulge you. But no, first instinct is to whine, and cry, and huff. Does your brain have no room for manners?"

Nenienne begins to reply, then notices Che's attention is elsewhere so instead indulges in a long draw on her klah mug. Although her expression remains largely neutral, there is a hint of humor as the other journeyman dresses the bronzerider down.

Ciara steps into the living cavern just in time to catch Cheusia getting right into her chastising of E'ro. The young woman pauses in her entering, stares open-mouthed at the pair, then moves in further so that she can look at Nenienne wordlessly, frowning and pointing questioningly towards the rider and journeywoman.

It's probably a good thing E'ro is good-natured. "Life isn't fair, that's a very good estimation, but I don't think that applies when it comes to something as trivial as dessert." He's got a smile playing about his mouth, the slightest of sarcasm in his voice, though it's mostly the humor. "Having your cothold destroyed in a landslide, unfair. Having your dreams jerked out from under you prematurely, unfair. Not being able to share in a piece of the pie? I wouldn't call that," here he mimics her voice, "life's unfair." But there's other things to discuss, much as he's picked up on. "Hm? Fresh from elsewhere? New to the Weyr, are you?" Because he hasn't seen her particular face before or had the chance to annoy it.

Cheusia has forgotten about the other Journeyman as she has gone into silence, therefore, Ciara is unnoticed as well. Hands remain firmly planted on her hips, "it applies to everything, sadly, when you treat it as if its a huge issue. You threw a fit, therefore, it is a huge issue to you and therefore, life isn't fair." She doesn't even smile in return to his playful one, brows drawing down into a frown and his mimicking of her voice gets no straight up reaction other than a twitch of her lips. Was that a smile, or a snide remark in the making? Either way, she rolls her eyes. "You wouldn't be having this whole /issue/ or me bitching at you for life being unfair if you acted like a /man/." The switch of subjects only earns another roll of her eyes. "Healer Hall. Yes, new to this Weyr. Either way, stop acting like such a child and grow a pair." And she leaves the conversation at that as she strides away to fetch herself some food.

Nenienne shrugs helplessly at Ciara as the scene plays itself out. Once Che has left off abusing the rider she openly smiles toward the newest arrival and says "Hello, I'm Neni." She waves Che over as well, finally answering the question as if no time had elapsed. "I'm fine — nothing like a good sleep to get yourself back on-kilter."

Ciara blinks as Cheusia strides off, shrugs, then plops down in a chair near Nenienne, smiling back at the other, glancing at her knot with interest. "Hey. Ciara." She's obviously still interested in just what was going on prior to, and slightly after her arrival, her eyes darting to E'ro and Cheusia now and then, but with them still both present, she's not going to openly ask anything. "Fine?" Apparently she doesn't realise that Nenienne's continuing an earlier conversation. "Sleep's good, huh?"

There's little else from E'ro, perhaps a brief flicker of bemusement as she walks away. He's not the kind to take the bait, not the kind to run and tattle to the Weyrleaders about one bad-mannered healer, but his silence could be good or just the opposite. Just then and before anything more could be said, a cook enters from the kitchens and plops a brand new redfruit pie in front of E'ro. "There, now don't be botherin' us no more Kel, and you," she points a finger at the kitchen help, "don't be lyin' to anyone else. I told ya, ya could be takin the leftovers, but that's leftovers. Keepin' it all to yaself doesn't count." She's blushing, the cook is red-faced and huffing, and E'ro has a big grin for them all. "Thanks Peoni. See you in the morning?" She nods, he salutes back and ambles off with his prize. Win.

Cheusia fills her plate and turns then to join Neni, smiling cheerfully. "Wonderful. Sleep is one of the things that keep people going." To Ciara she nods pleasantly, "hello." And if there's any reaction to the whole pie fiasco behind her, it's not shown as she daintily digs into her meal. "Che, Journeyman Healer."

E'ro has left.

Nenienne nods to Che and Ciara. "It is, at that. As is klah." In fact, it's time for a refill, and now that a mug has been downed, even some food. She procures both and walks back to the table, looking mostly at Ciara, curiously.

Cheusia returns, and Ci gives the healer a smile. "Ciara. Uh, fisher, I guess?" She looks between the two others, though waits for Nenienne to return before saying anything else. "You're both crafters? How come you ended up here then? Where you asked to come, or did you choose?" She leans back in her chair, crossing her right leg over her lap and placing her hands on it, a relaxed pose.

Cheusia laughs, "it is." She agrees to Neni, thoughtfully before she turns that curious look to Ci. "Fisher, hm? Well met, Ciara." There's more food eaten in the silence before Neni returns. "Yes. Healers are needed… I simply requested to be posted somewhere. Landing was most appropriate, but here is suitable. I am close to Landing and where I'm needed, it works out."

Nenienne seems more interested in klah and chatting than in eating. "I didn't ask to be sent here, but I'm not unhappy with the posting. I've heard stories about Master Jarvis at Landing, so I'm just as happy to be a distance learner, as it were. Plus, I've heard riders can afford more niceties, so hopefully I'll have a chance to make a lot of neat jewelry."

Ciara looks interested in both stories, eyes bright. "Neat." Nenienne's comments on jewellery catch her attention though, and she brightens up further. "Oh yeah, I think I met him once. He was sorting out a jewellery order with Weyrwoman Randi. I dunno about other riders, but he's definitely made things for them." She looks at Cheusia next. "Why do you want to be close to Landing?"

Cheusia tenses, notably and then her head turns to eye Neni as if she's just grown another head. "Jarvys?" She questions once more, to be sure. Grey eyes search the other's face, frowning. Then she turns that look to Ciara before casting a gaze downwards to her plate. "Studies. Learning more."

Nenienne perks when the jewelry order is mentioned. "And if I'm here, maybe they'll turn to me first instead of having to go all the way to Landing." She nods merrily to Cheusia, completely missing the body language. "I hear he can be… grumpy."

Ciara doesn't miss Cheusia's reaction to the mention of Jarvys, but she says nothing as both women reply to her questions. "Oh hey, I'm studying there as well. Though not healer stuff, obviously." She smiles, but not too broadly - Che's tension has worried her. "Yeah, if you're more easy to find, right? I dunno how grumpy he is, but he likes red fruit, if you wanna try and cheer him up." She offers the "tip" quite happily, however useful it may actually be.

Cheusia tilts a look to Neni, "grumpy?" Then, thoughtful she considers her plate once more. "Oh. Really? What are you studying…?" There's a curious glance to Ciara, her expression still in a frown. "He likes redfruit? Thanks, for that…"

Nenienne mmmmms at Ciara's advice, giving a sharp nod as well. To Che she says "So I've heard. I've never interacted with him myself, so it may or may not be true." Then she turns to Ciara, curious as well with regards to Che's question.

"Things relevant to fishing here," Ciara answers Che's question. "Species and techniques and things. I learned most of what I need to know from my dad, but it's a bit different here." She looks at Nenienne, then back to Cheusia, the continued frown finally pushing her curiosity to an extreme. "Have you met him before or something? Jarvys?"

Cheusia nods quietly, "I appreciate it, Neni… Hearing what you've heard, at least." Then she nods to Ciara, "that would come in handy, knowing what exactly you'll be fishing… I wouldn't know a thing about it." At the question, she tenses a bit more before shaking her head. "No. I've never met him… Mother has."

Nenienne finally begins eating, chewing and swallowing before she speaks again. "Any time. If I can confirm or refute it I'll let you know." To Ciara she looks genuinely intriguiged when she asks "What all is different about fish? Aren't they all scaly and gross?"

"I see," Ci responds to Che, noting again the girl's tenseness about the whole thing. "I don't think he comes here, far as I know?" She adds, as if hoping that'll reassure the healer. Nenienne's attitude to fish puzzles her, and she even looks a bit offended. "Well there're all different types of fish, and you have to use different methods to catch them."

Cheusia nods once more to Neni before nodding to Ciara. "Thanks. I'll make note that if I want to see him, I'll have to find him." She pushes to her feet, then, nodding to the pair. "Thank you for the information." And takes care of the empty plate before retreating.

Cheusia has left.

Nenienne ahs. "I thought it was just nets all the time." Once agtain, she seems to miss any sign of annoyance. "Then again, maybe you would look at gemstones the same way I look at fish."

Ciara shakes her head, "Oh no. It can get kinda complicated." She stops herself from going into too much depth on the topic though. "Well, I can see they're different colours but…I wouldn't know what to do with one that's just come out of the ground. I don't even know what they look like at that point."

Nenienne warms up at the unstated (and perhaps unintended) question. "Oh, they look nothing like the finished gemstone. Most need to be treated somehow; for instance tanzanite is brown when it's mined — it's not until it's been heat-treated that it turns the gorgeous blue-purple. And amethyst is pale and cloudy purple, not the deep clear color you get once it's polished and faceted."

Ciara, not an expert on gems at all, uncrosses her legs and leans forward in her chair to listen more intently. "I've never heard of those two," she admits. "What about rubies? My mum's got a ruby necklace - it's quite a dark red. I swear it's got little lines in it though. Are they supposed to be there?"

Nenienne hmmmms. "Rubies are usually sort of cloudy red when they're just mined. If you can see the little lines it has to be a low-quality ruby. In the highr quality you would need a loupe to see the inclusions."

Ciara nods along with Nenienne's words, looking faintly disappointed about her mum's jewellery. "Oh well. It's not like we were ever rich enough to afford really good stuff." She pauses, then asks with almost childish curiosity: "what's a loupe?"

Nenienne pulls out a small teardrop-shaped object, and pulls out a teardrop-shaped monocular lens. "This is — it allows you to see things magnified by ten times. There's a trick to it, though — if you look through the wrong part it's just blurry. Move it around until you get a sharp image." Pulling out a pale purplish stone, she adds "Here's a tanzanite. Almost as pretty as iolite, but paler. See if you can see the lines in it like you see in your mother's ruby, then try it under the loupe."

Ciara 'oohs', leaning in to look more closely at the tanzanite. "It looks like it hasn't got any lines." She looks intrigued, but leans back, before getting up. "Maybe you could show me another time? I'm supposed to be heading to Landing and I have a feeling I'll be drawn into this if I'm not careful." She grins ruefully. "I could take you fishing at some point, maybe?" And on that, she exits - without having had any sort of food or drink. Oh well.

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