Memento Mori

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Participants: Fiala, Maura, Nenienne and NPCs Nahlia & Xinnai
IC Date: Turn 3, Month 9, Day 26
OOC Date: 15 September 2011
Location: Eastern Weyr: Living Cavern
Synopsis: Fiala is hurt again, while Maura suffers a different kind of pain upon Nenienne's delivery of her commission.
Rating: PG
Posted by: Nenienne

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.

West side of the room, at one of the small square tables that she usually occupies with one renegade or another… sits Maura. She could be waiting. Or, she could be 'still there'. Either way, her food is mostly done and she's just got to finish off whatever tea has been brewing in her cup all this time. Her gaze, when it looks up, is fixed on the stairwell; waiting for someone to take a header, of course. But as it has yet to happen, there's perpetual disappointment waiting in that direction.

Nenienne's reaction to seeing Maura is not, in fact, disappointment, but relief. She heads over toward the bluerider and, mindful of the fact that she doesn't belong at that table, does not sit down. She does, though, say politely, "Hello, bluerider. Do you have a few minutes?"

Or else, it's almost yet to happen. Nahia is making her way down the stairs, yes. And she doesn't take a header, no, but she does briefly stumble before catching herself! Is that entertaining Maura, or was she distracted by Nenienne? Who knows, except perhaps Maura. The brief trip doesn't stop her from finishing the trip down, however, with a small young girl trailing behind her. Evidently, it was the child who caused the issue, as Nahia chides lovingly, "Xinnai, you have to be /careful/."

"Oh, hello Nenienne." Maura's tone is warm, as it near always is - and she pushes aside her near empty plates and gestures towards a chair. "Have a seat. Please. There's no need to stand." And yes, her eyes do dart towards the stumbling woman coming down the stairs. But there's no laugh or anything like that, no. Instead she just nods, and gives the little girl a bit of a smile. Cuuuuute.

Nenienne gratefully accepts the invitation and sits down. Not one for small talk, she gets right to the point, "I finished the necklace. Would you like to see it?"

"/I/ want a necklace!" says the cute child, and escapes her mother to run over to the dragonrider who smiled at her. "Can I have one? Or see yours? Can —" Little Xinnai is cut off by her mother scooping her up into her arms and offering a light, "I'm sorry. She's still learning how not to be nosy, and I don't think she's really begun to understand."

Maura hesitates a moment, as if she's mentally preparing herself to actually /see/ the necklace. But her nods firmly and starts to lace her hands together under the table to hide her nervousness. Not that Xianni is going to notice any of that; and, the child's nosiness breaks through her tension to make her laugh. "Certainly you can see it." A quick shake of her head is meant to reassure Nahia. "It's alright. She's quite adorable."

Nenienne pulls a plain but well-made wooden box from her pocket and hands it over to Maura, then watches expectatnly for the bluerider to open the box. She doesn't smile at the little girl or her mother, but anyone who's spent time around her knows that she almost never smiles at anyone.

And Nahia and Xinnai are, at least, distracted enough by Maura not to notice. Nahia is rarely if ever offput by anyone, and the child is — well. She's a child. "Well, if you're sure," is all Nahia says. Xinnai tilts her head a little at Maura, and then looks at Nenienne instead, uncaring about the cold reception. "'S it look like?" (Nahia, again, shushes her.)

Staring at the box for a few seconds, Maura almost contemplates asking one of the others around the table to open it for her. Instead, she pastes on a smile. It's like she's the anti-Neni when it comes to smiling. The smith never does, and the bluerider always does. So when the lid is lifted and she peers inside to lift the item up and look at it the expression doesn't falter, though her eyes fill with water. Something she can't help. And then the girl lets out a breath. "It's perfect, Nenienne. I… thank you."

The necklace is suspended on a silver chain. Instead of the more common pendant dangling from it, though, there instead are three silver strands on a different style of chain; one which is stiffer and holds its shape better. The first strand has two pieces of brown glass bezel-set in silver. The second strand is of seven blue pieces, also bezel-set in silver, arranged so that the three pieces are symmetrical on either side of the middle piece, and the two brown pieces are are to either side and above the blue piece. Finally, the third strand has nine green pieces of glass, also bezeled in silver. Again the four pieces are symmetrical with the other four with the odd piece out in the middle, directly below the middle blue piece.

Nenienne looks relieved at Maura's reaction, letting go a breath she had been holding. Then she says, "I knew it was important to you, so I wanted to make sure it was exactly what you wanted," she notes.

"Yes. It's almost too nice to wear. I'll have to make sure I go somewhere I can dress up real nice so that I can show it off once in awhile." Maura jokes, watching the woman and her daughter suddenly depart at the call of Xantes across the cavern. "I'll get you the rest of what I owe before the end of the day." is assured, while she rubs her fingertips over the glasswork. "Well worth the wait, certainly. And your arm, it must be doing better?" Asking the question give her time to pull herself together, obviously.

A rather dishevelled Fiala comes into the cavern. She is clean, but her hair is still mussed and her dress is a bit damp too. She is limping a little, though still moving quickly about, going to get a plateful of dinner. Bread and cheese and fruit, mostly. Then she turns, looking for a place to sit.

Maura is still holding the necklace delicately in hand when she loks up to see Fiala with the limp and the mussed hair. And already being in a somewhat weepy state of mind, her concern for the girl becomes immediately obvious. "Fiala? Have you hurt yourself?" Accompanied by a wave for the girl to come over to the table.

Nenienne nods. "It is; thank you for asking." Nonetheless she gives her shoulder an absent rub. "As far as they can tell, I have full use of my arm and hand back." She notices Fiala walk in and, more importantly, her limp. "Hello, Fiala," she says, "Trying to fly some more?"

Fiala smiles and she waves and she walks over to the two women. "Wingrider. Nenienne. Hello." She nods her head, settling her food and drink upon the table. "Well, I have been trying to fly some more, yes. But I got kicked today. SOmeone let one of the runnerbeasts back in his stall before I was done mucking it out. He objected to my being there." She shrugs. "It's not broken, but it's wickedly bruised, that's certain. How are you both?"

"Fiala. You mustn't injure yourself trying to please Rikath." Maura's voice turns firm at that, and for a moment she looks distinctly uncomfortable. "While he appreciates watching you attempt to fly, I won't allow you to hurt yourself. He's a very… a very unusual dragon." the bluerider finally says, with a bit of a sigh. "Oh that's just terrible. Who let the runner back into his stall too early?" she wonders, of a mind to speak to Max about it too!

Nenienne winces in sympathy. "I'm sorry. Have you seen a Healer, just in case?" Now that Maura has seen and reacted to the necklace, she gets up and wanders over to the buffet, getting herself meat, tubers, veggies, and bread as well as her usual mug of half-klah, half-milk.

"I don't know who. Didn't see. And yes, I went, but I think I'm to go back if it gets any worse." Fiala shakes her head, then offers a reassuring smile to Maura. "Oh, it's just a scrape or bruise or bump. Nothing I wouldn't have gotten playing in the fields or something. I'm getting better at not falling, though I think he finds the falling-flying more interesting. Maybe I make funny sounds." She rubs at the back of her neck. "I may go back though, to the healer, I mean, because bruises shouldn't throb, should they."

Maura slides the necklace back in its box, pinning Fiala with a bit of a mother hen sort of look as she does so. "I'll take you to see the healer when you're done with your food." she informs, and then stands up. "I'll go get the rest of your payent now, Nenienne. Will onyl be a few." she promises.

Nenienne nods at Maura's decision, then notes, "I'm eating, so no need to rush. And no, it shouldn't throb. At least I don't think it should. Did it take a while to start, or has it been since the beginning?"

"Well…." Fiala shrugs. "At first there was this really sharp pain. Hard, where the hoof hit. And then that faded a bit, and it was just sore. But then it did start to throb, first a little, then lots more. I mean, I can walk on it, but… it is really sore. More than most of the times I'm limping." She offers both women a little smile. "I'm sorry to be such a trouble, really."

Maura is gone for probably a good 10-15 minutes, having to fly up to her weyr and get the rest of the marks, and then fly back down to the bowl and re-enter the caverns. But, return she does! With a small pouch containing the rest of what she owes so that she can give Nenienne her payment plus a little extra. And then pull the wooden box towards her in a covetous and protective manner. "You are no trouble at all." she finally assures Fiala. "We just want to be sure you're alright. That's all."

Nenienne does not count the marks, simply pocketing them in a gesture of trust. "It was good doing business with you. Please let me know if you have any further jewelry needs." She also nods to Fiala. "That sounds like the usual progression — hurt, then shock dulls the pain, then the adrenaline wears off and you realize how much it really hurts." Not that she's had any recent experience with it.

"What's ad.. adren… ah, whatever it is that wears off?" Fiala asks softly. "And I'd show it to you both for to get your opinion, but someone would have to screen me, because I'd have to pull up the skirts pretty high." She nibbles at a piece of fruit, then shakes her head and just drinks. "I'm not even really hungr— oh. Did you make another necklace, Nenienne?"

"Something the body produces to help your body respond faster in dangerous or painful or stressful situations." Maura tries to provide a simple answer, glancing at Nenienne to see if she agrees, with a brief smile and nod acknowledging that she'll use the jeweler in the future if she wants anything else. "You don't want to be raising your skirts in here, screen or no. Anyone could walk by!" Oh, Maura. Still have those holdbrd protective tendencies towards the younger set; even if she's neither old or innocent anymore herself. "Yes, she made a necklace that I asked for. Something I wanted, to remind me of some friends."

Nenienne shakes her head at Fiala's offer. "I'm not a Healer, at the very least. I just had that recent arm injury and heard a lot of Healer talk." She nods at Maura's explanation, noting, "That's better than I could have put it." And her expressin becomes more grave when she hears Maura's expasion of what the necklace means/meant. "Thank you for letting me be a part of that," she says sincerely.

"Oh." Fiala reddens a little, then tilts her head. She looks around at others gathered about, and her brows raise slightly. Then she offers another smile. She turns a bit, then props up her one leg on another chair. "I might just stay here until it feels better." Then she falls silent, not exactly sure what the other two are talking about, and not wanting to interrupt.

"That's not a bad idea - when I head out, I'll ask one of the apprentices to come in here and bring you a bit of numbweed to help." Maura offers, ducking her head a bit at Nenienne's thanks. At first response, she opens the box so that Fiala can see the necklace that was created. "Nine greenriders, seven blueriders, and two brown. Not to frighten you out of standing; but just remember the dangers, Fiala. You're old enough to understand what you're doing if you still want to be on the sands. It can be much worse then what happened with your leg." And thus, the bluerider fails to prevent herself from becoming maudlin and overwrought. "You did a beautiful job, Nenienne. Thank /you/." is replied sincerely as she stands. "I should go. Take care, both of you." She loses herself in the crowd then, deliberately, so that swiping at her eyes with the back of her free hand might remain unseen.

Nenienne nods soberly when she hears the meaning of the glass chips. "A good lesson for me to remember, too, if they offer to let me stand again," she says softly. And then to Fiala, she notes, "If the numbweed doesn't make it feel better, definitely go to the Healers. There are some things it can't help, including serious muscle injury."

Fiala nods slowly, her eyes troubled for a moment. "Take care, wingrider!" she calls at last. Then she nods again to Nenienne. "I'll make sure to do so. And…" She sighs. "Before I came here, I was a child. And I ran away… like a child. I'm not a woman yet. But… I sometimes wonder. I wonder if I was following something instead of just running away. Because even when I feel out of place, I still feel like this is home. SO maybe I just haven't figured out where here I belong. And if I can stand, I will stand. And… if I Impress… well, then it was meant to be so. And if it is meant to be so…. then I'll face what comes next. Others have faced it for my safety. I can't turn around and refuse should the duty come to me. Even if Thread does terrify me."

Nenienne nods. "Just as I'll probably stand again even as much as I hate *between*. Speaking of running away, though, have you heard any more about your father? Or told Max about the letter he sent?"

"No… and no. Not yet to the last, and hopefully never for the first. I hope my father decides I'm not worth his time to bother about. I suppose it depends on how much land and how many runnerbeasts he stood to get for marrying me off." Fiala sighs softly, then pushes her plate away. She closes her eyes, looking a little pale.

Nenienne nods absently. "I guess apprenticing before I was even vaguely marriageable age spared me that possibility," she says. She finishes her dinner and asks Fialla, "Done yet, or still working on your food?"

"Done. I don't really feel up to eating, now that I have it in front of me. My stomach's all in knots, or something." She shakes her head. "I'm wondering if I should waiit or just hobble my way there…" She shifts. "You seem to like it, the making jewelry."

Nenienne takes her dishes and Fiala's and disposes of them in the appropriate bins, then returns. "I love working with pretty things," she admits. "And it's always fun when people like what I make." She cocks her head, then says, "That numbweed certainly isn't getting here quickly. How about I help you over to the infirmary?"

"That's probably a good idea," agrees Fiala. "If you don't mind, that is." She shakes her head. "Thanks for getting my things. I hate being such a nuisance. Maybe I should have stayed in the infirmary. It was just one of the apprentices. But then, I'm so used to something or other being bruised or hurt, it really didn't seem that big a deal…"

Nenienne nods wordlessly, then offers Fiala her arm. Once the younger girl takes it, she starts off slowly to the infirmary, not rushing her.

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