[Beginning incomplete; I forgot to begin the log]
Jalis ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Jalis has arrived.
Jalis walks into the caverns and smiles, saying "J'van. And hello Zeyselie, Ilesyn." She pauses, "J'van, have you seen Eliwys at all today?"
J'van saunters into the caverns, looking hot and tired, though he rummages up a pleasant smile for the previous occupants, nodding before making his way towards the food and drinks, eschewing klah in favor of chilled fruit juice on this occasion, though he seems unable to resist piling a plate high. He turns to smile at Jalis as well, indicating the tables. "Hey..want anything?" he asks, before turning to the others. "You two?" And then a frown, and a quick shake of the head "No, not today..." He murmurs. "Need her for something?"
Avila ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Avila has arrived.
Ilesyn turns her gaze from Zeyselie, greeting Jalis and J'van with a bob of her head; "The same to you, Weyrwoman." With a smile, the Healer shuffles her hide through her hands, slumping posture as she adds, "No, thank you, Weyrleader."
Jalis hears someone come in and spots Avila. She waves to the greenrider and says warmly, "Evening Avila."
Avila sighs as she strides into the caverns, running her fingers through her hair. "Weyrwoman! J'van! How are you doing?" She slides into a chair next to them, fluffing out her hair more. "Helment hair. Nothing like doing a sweep to ruin a look." Her mouth quirks a bit and then she smiles to the stranger.
"Avila, rider of green Elaesyth. Dont' think we've met."
Zeyselie waves lightly to the folks entering, having moved to a table to sip on her klah. She looks at hearing an introduction. "Oh. I'm Zeyselie, one of kitchen helpers."
J'van waits by the food, obviously waiting for a response from Jalis as to whether she wishes anything, giving Ilesyn a nod to note he did hear her refusal. He smiles at Avila as well "Wingrider...how'd it look out there?" is wondered, before he turns back to the Weyrwoman expectantly.
"Kitchen helpers?" Avila's interest piques at this immediately. "Then you can answer this question. I'm dying to know. Why is it, every meal... and I mean /every/ meal, everyone sits around here eating stew? It's good stew. Don't get me wrong. But I mean, don't you get tired of cooking it?" This is one of Avila's pet peeves, it seems... and she's finally met someone with an answer! But first, she'd best answer J'van. "Oh, it looked okay. Normal. Regular sweep. Nothing spotted except a bunch of new ovines in that far field of the hold. You'd think they'd let us have a roast ovine now, wouldn't you?"
Ilesyn pushes her hides further in front of her, giving a sharp wrinkle of her nose towards their brown, creased forms. "Not happy," comes a low mutter, ceasing to be heard as she once more raises her head, listening to Avila's question; she's sitting at the same table of Zeyselie. "I imagine it's probably easier to cook," comments the Healer, "with so many people eating."
Zeyselie shrugs her shoulders lightly. "I'm not sure exactly, except that everyone seems to like it. No one comes back and complains about it like some dishes. But if you really wanted an answer, you'd have to talk to one of the cooks. They pretty much decide what is going to be made each day."
J'van looks positively gleeful at the thought of ovine..."Perhaps they can be convinced to spare some?" he suggests to Avila - otherwise, one might go missing, right? He turns away from teh tables, Jalis obviously distracted, and continues adding his two marks into the conversation. "I happen to like the stew they serve here, you know. Don't go getting them to stop, wingrider." He settles into a seat, eyeing Zeyselie and Ilesyn "You don't mind, do you?" Seeing as he's already sat, it's to be hoped that's a no.
Avila shakes her head. She's not going to let this girl get off so easily. "And greens. I mean, we have the /same/ greens. Isn't there a garden outside that grows some variety? You know, I grew up on a cothold. I know my vegetables. Other stuff grows here than tubers, fingerroots and greens, you know." She eyes the cook warily. There's no way she's not holding her responsible for what she sees as a limited menu. "Oh, the stew's good, J'van... but /every/ day? You know, Talisan gave me a porcine when I asked him about it. Not every girl that can say a Lord gave her a porcine, hmm?"
"It's a bit late to mind," opines Ilesyn, who nonetheless waves her hand about, admitting, "Although I don't, rest assured." Hides are carefully rolled up and tied with a piece of cord, then stored away beneath the table, leaving room for her hands to rest upon the wooden surface. "I imagine we get the greens we're given in tithes; so it's up to what the holders want to provide." No hesitation to converse, she adds, "Isn't it better than having none at all?"
Jalis chuckles at Avila after the helmet hair comment and replies "I'm well Avila. You've had a chance to see Ceristh's eggs?" She'll be good for nothing but eggs for a few days it seems. She looks back at J'van, equally expectant, she must of missed something.
J'van raises a brow at Avila. "If you don't want stew, don't eat it. There are plenty of other things on offer," He points out. "Same goes for the greens. And if you don't like that bit of device, plot out your own bit of garden and grow what you want." He looks suddenly sly. "Hey, that's a good idea. We can have the candidates grow vegetables for us." Yes...bright idea! "Avila, you can be in charge of that." He digs into his meal, which consists of stew, bread, and yup, greens, before smiling at Jalis "Hasn't everyone had the chance?" he teases, then blinks "Oh...I asked if you wanted anything..but I'm no longer there, so you'll have to get it yourself, sorry." He smiles apologetically.
Zeyselie shakes her head. "No, I don't mind at all." She settles back to sipping on her klah. "I could mention that something besides stew was requested though, maybe. Unless you'd rather that I didn't?"
Jalis gives J'van a paitent look and retorts "I don't want anything at the moment but thanks for the thought. And our candidates can't grow us vegetables. For one, its high summer J'van, and for the other thing, well, we don't have the land for it. All the land around the Weyr is Fort Hold or other holds property."
J'van never said he was a farmer, nope. He just shrugs at Jalis, grinning "The attempt, however, would keep them out of trouble," he points out, before he grimaces at Zeyselie. "You know, the food we have around here is fine. Good and wholesome. Of course, you could do some different sauces to spruce things up. I like a good sauce." He ponders. "And maybe," he suggests, conceding to Avila's obvious aversion to the stew, "we could have a seafood chowder a couple days of the week. That keeps just as well, doesn't it? With lots of tubers and spiderclaw in it.." MMmm. He looks over at the wingrider. "What say you? Does that sound good?" He then goes back to his meal, but not before eyeing Ilesyn's hides. "What have you got there?"
Avila glances to Jalis a bit sheepishly. "I'm sure they're lovely,and I heard there's quite a bit. I was ... waiting until I had lots of time to /really/ appreciate them." From the pride on the goldriders' face, it had best be soon. But it's J'van's question that really gets her. "A garden!! Yes!! I know just the spot! You know where we dump all the manure when our dragons are weyrlings? Good soil, manure soil. We need to stake them out now! before the season gets too far gone. You!" Avila points to the hapless cook. "Come with me." A glance to J'van, with a bit of a shake of her head. "Sauces are fattening. But fresh veggies? How about some brussel sprouts and eggplants! You'll thrill the weyr!" She's standing already. "Let me show you the manure. We can start the garden immediately. Today."
Ilesyn scrunches up her nose with obvious aversion, commenting, "Seafood. That's just a *nasty* thought, I tell you. I think I'll stick with plain stew, thank you very much, and lots of bread and greens." She glances up at Zeyselie, asking, "D'you think they'd listen to you? Because I'd appreciate if seafood remained out of the menu as much as possible." A wink, and then her gaze turns about to J'van as she hears his question. "Hides. Mindhealing theories." She pauses, any further answer drawn short at Avila's enthusiasm. "Are you always so--enthusiastic, Greenrider? Is it a natural tendancy?" She leans forward, "Does it give you mental release?"
Jalis eyes Avila's enthusiasm, and in the face of her eagerness hasn't the heart to stop her. So they'll have a small garden that won't feed very many people -- if they enjoy gardening it, so be it.
Zeyselie just blinks slightly, and hrrrms. "I could suggest it I suppose. Wouldn't hurt to try." She offers everyone a smile. "But, honestly, I really should get back to the kitchens now and to work. I've probably been gone longer than I should be."
Zeyselie walks off eastwards to the eastern part of the lower caverns.
Zeyselie has left.
Avila pauses, turning to Ilesyn with a confused expression. "A natural tendancy? I suppose. People are always telling me to calm down or to shut up or whatever." Mostly the latter.
J'van can't help but laugh at Avila's enthusiasm, as well as Ilesyn's obvious dislike of seafood "Fish isn't my favorite thing either, but a good chowder, now..." he sips his juice, looking slightly wary of a sudden. "Release? Mental release? What in shards name is /that/?" He's never heard of such a thing, it seems, but doesn't want to be dampening, so turns to Avila. "Sounds a perfect place to me, actually. Of course, you most likely won't want to use that particular spot - just cart the stuff elsewhere. Otherwise, you'll have weyrlings tramping your veggies." He points out, then grins again, evilly this time. "Of course, you can get the candidates to do that as well." Slave labor = candidates, of course.
Ilesyn nods her head slowly, as if taking a deep interest in Avila's response. "I see." Cryptic response is made, as she adds, "That's very interesting." A pause, before she explains, "Oh, it's like releasing tension. You put it into something else--stress relief, if you like. It can also be a reason for a person being very, very thin, although not always." She adds, wrinkling her nose, "As long as the candidates wear hats, it should be a very good occupation. Stress relief for them, as well."
Avila looks puzzled at this. "Hats reduce stress?" She glances from Jalis to J'van. "Dont' tell S'lin. He'll have all the candidates wearing hats on the sand, besides putting oregano behind their ears." She leans to Ilesyn in a stage whisper. "The most superstitious boy you'd ever see. It probably relates to childhood trauma or an auntie that gave him nightmares or something, you think?"
J'van grins, obviously amused. "Relieves tension, does it? I can think of other ways - much better ways, actually, to do the same." He murmurs, taking another sip of chilled juice before digging into his meal again. Chewing thoughtfully, he nods, however "But you are right....physical labor can sometimes be just the thing....make sure they do lots of that too, Avila." He informs the wingrider. Take notes, perhaps. He swallows, then laughs at Avila's confusion "Oh....I think the hats are to keep them from getting burned. Right?" He turns back to Ilesyn for verification "We want them to work, not die of heat prostration."
"No," admits Ilesyn, "Although that could be a very interesting concept; I shall have to test this out. Do hats reduce stress?" Eyebrows raise at Avila's stage whisper, and she nods seriously, "I'm sure it does. Probably a childhood accident that terrified him so much that he turned to the only deterent he could think of. I'm sure I could do wonders with him, but..." Her eyebrows remain raised as she asks of J'van, "Like what, sir?" She's very interested. Then, a nod, "Exactly. Hats for the sun and heat."
Jalis starts tapping her fingers and says "Avila, you should go to the hold. I've bet they've got lots of information on growing plants if you want to start a garden. And if you must start a garden, why not an herb garden for the healers." She smiles at the greenrider, "Or at least include some herbs."
J'van eyes Ilesyn thoughtfully, pushing his empty plate away and stretching out his legs, his smile faint and /very/ amused now. "Oh, I bet you would like to know what. But I think this isn't the time or place" he points out, before turning to look at Jalis appraisingly, a naughty glint in his eye "You know, it's a real shame Cersith is on the sands...else you could go and discuss such things with a certain Lord Holder, Jalis." He murmurs, obviously in a teasing mood now his belly is full. To Avila, he adds "But she does have a point."
Avila glances to J'van with a sly little grin. "The candidates will have to reduce stress with labor, I'm afraid, poor things. They don't have all the ...outlets available to them yet." She glances to llesyn, wondering if that'll set her off once again. But to Jalis, she just shrugs. 'I suppose I should. After all the soil is different than in Bitra. Herbs? I don't know. I want food. Different food... but I suppose I should see what grows." With a sigh, she stands again, stepping towards the door. "If anyone wants to come? I mean, I could research artichokes while someone else does cabbage?"
Jalis chuckles and looks wistful. "I'd like to Avila. I really would." And perhaps fore other reasons than cabbage. "But Ceristh wouldn't like it and wouldn't accept it unless it were an emergency." She explains.
"Oh, I *see*," exclaims Ilesyn, her head nodding rapidly. "One of *those*." Meaningful expression gives light to her face, mirth heldback with an easy nonchalance. "The art of researching an artichoke, let alone an even more boring cabbage, doesn't really appeal to me, I'm afraid. Vegetables aren't as complex as people."
J'van returns Avila's grin with a smug one of his own. "The poor things....I'm sure they'll live." And he's done his time, indeed. Ileysn also gets a bit of that smile as he turns towards her. "And yes...exactly." He tips his head back, looking at Jalis thoughtfully upon hearing her wistful comment. "Perhaps we should enjoin a certain Lord Holder to bring us a selection of their records on vegetable growing?" he teases.
Avila glances up with a grin. "Did he give you a porcine, too, Jalis?" Seems the way to Avila's heart is with culinary variety. "I suppose I'll have to do all the research on my own." She sighs dramatically. "Just be warned. My favorite vegetables will be researched first. Jicama! How about Jicama!" There it goes again ... that enthusiam. Take notes, Ileysn!
Avila walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
Avila has left.
Louin ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Louin has arrived.
Louin walks into the Cavern, a large bundle of what seems to be clean cloths are tucked under his arm. Balanced in his other hand are two long pipes that clatter and clank as he walks. "Oops, sorry," he grins, the pipe ends barely grazing two greenriders when he passes them.
Jalis glances up over at J'van and then says "The only thing I hate about being sands bound is that I can't go anywhere." She spots Louin and smiles toward him in a friendly manner, giving him a wave.
Ilesyn raises her left hand to wave after Avila, although the greenrider is gone before it can properly be seen. "She is a--enthusiastic subject," she decides, with a deft nod of her head. "I shall enjoy watching her." She offers a smile towards Louin, as he arrives, tilting her head into a nod.
J'van is in the process of waving as well when Louin walks in, making an incredible amount of noise, to his mind. "What have you there, candidate?" See? J'van keeps on top of these things. He eyes the man thoughtfully "You know, I do believe we need to get you in shape...." He ponders, before smiling over at Jalis. "What do you think? He could help Avila with that garden...lots of digging to do, to be sure." He takes as sip of his juice, before adding comfortingly "Oh, I know - I hate being restricted. At least I get to fly fall." Lucky him. "Ilesyn, this mind healing - could it be used towards making injured riders and their dragons more comfortable, perhaps? That might be something to think about."
Louin flops down onto a chair, pipe dropping from his hands to clatter to the ground, one rolling toward the Fortan Weyrleader. He curses under his breath, trying to lean forward to retrieve it. "Uhm, sorry?" he asks with a sheepish grin, sent to the weyrleaders and healer, before the added task is given. That brings a grimace and nose-wrinkle. Much too much talk about this Candidate's physique - at least to him.
Jonathan ambles in from the easternmost lower caverns.
Jonathan has arrived.
Jalis scowls at J'van. "You're being a bit premature J'van. He may not even Impress. We don't have to make sure he's fit unless he actually Impresses, if he doesn't then he's still his own person." She points out.
Ilesyn leans forward, considering, "I suppose it could, Weyrleader. It's all a matter of the mind; distraction could be part of that, and the healing process requires mental boosting, in my belief. There's often a lot of blame..." she trails off, thankfully distracted by something across the room, else she might have been talking forever. She regards Louin. "You know, you might feel better about yourself, if people didn't have to make so many comments." From a mindhealing perspective, and all.
J'van nods to Ilesyn "A good thought....we'll have to think about how it can best be effective." He murmurs, before smiling sweetly at Jalis "While a candidate, he's mine. Well, ours." He points out. "So until then, I think a bit of exercise won't kill him." He points out, eyeing Louin again "Exactly what are these?" is wondered, a booted foot nudging the pipe back towards the candidate with negligent ease. "Other than a great deal of noise?"
Louin sends the healer a quick looks, not bothering to look down at himself. After all, he knows what lurks there. "Just been trying to work on the brewery, Jalis," he offers in his best placating voice, grinning and winking to her then J'van. "Sir, could you... I'm doing that in my /spare/ time, honest?" he motions to the pipe that's near the Weyrleader's feet, wiggling his fingers to Jonathan in greeting.
Jonathan enters rather hesitantly, a great deal of oder drifting about him and trailing him where he walks. The candidate frowns unhappily, blue orbs darting about the caverns just in case anyone important might be around. And indeed, there is. He slowly makes his way toward Jalis and J'van, not getting too close as to disgust them with his smell - ahh, the lovely stables. He gives a deep bow, "Good evening Weyrwoman Jalis, Weyrleader J'van." Not having met them before doesn't mean much to him as he's heard their names often enough, and has seen them quite often too.
"We shall," agrees Ilesyn in response to J'van, tilting her head into a thoughtful, almost excited nod. Leaning back into her chair, slumped, she regards Louin once more, then shrugs, twining fingers together. "What is it?" she asks, towards the candidate. "Or what's it for?"
Jalis grins across at Ilesyn. "Distilling!"
J'van rolls his eyes. "You know, less sampling of your wares might help with that." is noted pointedly to Louin, even as he points to the pipe that's rolled right back to the alcohol-producing candidate. He sends a teasing wink to Jalis "You'd best watch out..you drink too much of his brew and you'll end up with a little bit extra for Tali...." Nevermind. He takes a sip of juice instead of finishing that sentence, and then nods to Jonathan's greeting, sniffing delicately. "Er, evening. Say, don't suppose you just came from some sort of mucking duty?" He grins at Ilesyn "What say you about runner dung? Is that in any way stimulating to the mind?" She's the expert, after all.
Jonathan chuckles slightly, "Indeed, Sir, I came from mucking duty in the stables." Unfortunately. This definitely wasn't a good experience, and he'll have it for a few more days, too. "I suppose I should make a visit to the baths being that I've finished my chores for now." He smiles over at Louin, a fellow candidate and gives Ilesyn a bow, also. No matter if she's important or not, it's good measure to respect everyone these days... If mucking the stables is a chore, punishment would be near death.
Louin seems very relieved that someone knows what all the piping he's been carrying around is for. When the pipe's sent back, he scoops it up, balancing it across his knees. "It's part of an order I had to place for more parts." he explains to the healer, replying in a low voice and pointedly excluding the fact that it cost a lot. "Tasting is part of the process, Sir." he waggles his brows to J'van, "It'd do you some good to partake more often." Not to mention give more credibility to his cause. Politely, he waits, listening to the others, glancing occasionally to the food table.
Jalis smiles at Jonathan, giving him a cheery wave before turning to listen to the others talk and adding in her own 32nd of a marks worth. "I thought it'd be fun to have our own brewery." She says with a big grin. She narrows her eyes at J'van however, apparently disliking his comment.
Eliwys ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Eliwys has arrived.
Ilesyn fiddles with her fingers, finally spreading them out upon the table edge, head nodding shortly--more to herself than to anyone else. "It might be withdrawal," she murmurs, without making much sense. "Must be." Her head raises, eyes catching upon Jonathan's bow with a raise of her eyebrows. "Well. I've never seen that happen before. Hi." In response to J'van, the healer considers, "Well, you never know, I suppose. It's another theory to test." She nods shortly towards Louin. "Ah. I see."
Eliwys strides into the cavern, slamming down a pile of hides onto a nearby table. Mumbling to herself, largely obscentities about Faranth's butt this and that, she heads to the dinner table, screwing up her nose, "I want something without the sharding gravy" she notes to the serving girl who shoves a plate at her, to Eli shoving it back, "None of that slimy stuff!"
J'van stretches his legs out further - nice long, muscled legs they are. He's quite proud of them, and his shiny boots. He sends Jalis an apologetic look "Sorry, that was rather bad of me." is murmured, before he eyes Jonathon again, his amused smile appearing. "You should relax a bit, you know. Have some fun. Too bad you can't have any brew." Might get some of the stiffness out of the lad. "But either way, you are right. A bath might be in order...not that I mind the stink of the stables. I happen to like it. But the ladies might." He points out, before giving Louin a grin. "Oh, shells, no. I wouldn't think of poisoning myself with that stuff you make, good as I'm sure you think it to be. Ah, Eliwys. We were wondering where you were." He calls, his smile widening into obvious pleasure, though he winces a bit. "Do you /have/ to call it slimy? I happen to like gravy!" He looks over at Ilesyn "Is there something wrong with her that she thinks cook's lovely sauce is slimy?" Seems he's quite linked onto this whole mind healing thing.
Jalis brightens and jumps out of her chair and heads over to Eliwys, "Hey there Eli." She tells the younger woman, setting a hand on her shoulder. She leans over her shoulder to observe the work it is Eliwys has brought out, "What records are those?" She wonders aloud.
Louin appears to be amused at Eli's displeasure, perhaps some payback of sorts. "I was thinking if we had any extra parts when I was done with the brewery, I might set some up as a link between your weyr, Jalis, and our Weyrleader's. Yell into it when you need him." He grins and winks. Or spy, perhaps? - that wink might indicate.
Jonathan eyes the girl that Eliwys shoves the plate back at. "Durnit, Zardias! Listen to what the Miss wants!" He rolls his eyes. Having been a servant in the caverns for a turn or two definitely has helped over the years. "See, she said no gravy.. That means you don't put it on there." He had a problem with her but two days ago when she wouldn't chop the vegetables correctly. Young people these days. Huff. He shakes his head and then chuckles a bit more in the direction of J'ven, "Awww, yes. It's quite alright, though.. I don't drink much anyhow." He raises an eyebrow, cerulean orbs going to the women in the caverns, "Oh, I'm not sure I could impress them anyhow. I'll have a bath later." He nods finally.
Jalis eyes Louin and chortles at the spoken idea. "I'm not a lecher that I'd need to listen in or spy on my Weyrleader Louin. No, if I wanted to do that I'd just barge right on in!" She laughs, waving a hand about in the air. "I've done it before!"
Eliwys snorts, "Some Faranth forsaken, out in the middle of nowhere Hold, wart ridden, tunnelsnake pathetic steward let his hides burn and now I have to scour the records room to try and find his fardling bloodlines." Yep, guess what someone's been doing all day. A nod goes to J'van, "The gravy is slimy and reminds me of dragon poop if you really want to know" which he probably didn't, but now he knows. Eyes narrow at Louin. Be careful.
Ilesyn has obviously won someone to the credibility of mindhealing; it's an impressive accomplishment, and the Mindhealer straightens her posture -- unusual as it is -- beaming towards the Weyrleader. "Oh, there are a whole range of possible reasons. Trauma as a child. Perhaps she was made to eat mud, after a lot of rain. It can be very slimy." She gives a rapid nod of her head, considering Eliwys out of the corner of her eye. A pause. "Dragon poop. Hmm..."
J'van rolls his eyes at Louin "Faranth save me from that fate." he notes, before shrugging to Jonathon "Do as you will, candidate.." He murmurs, then grins. "you know, now that you are a candidate, technically /she/ outranks you" he points to the serving girl. "Maybe you should help her get it right...but nicely, if you please." is murmured, before he grimaces at Eli "Please, love...do you have to be so graphic?" he winces, than laughs at Ilesyn's expression "So, what's the verdict?"
Louin lowers the end of the tubing to the floor, using his fingers to drum against the metal lightly. He laughs at Jalis' reply, nodding, watching Eli and J'van curiously. "Stable duty was the other day, for me. Did you see the new foal, Jonathan? They always make me laugh, they're so skinny!"
Eliwys waves her hand at J'van, "I'm just telling it like it is, and you should hear Leyrith, she's off on one of her rampages" which is never good. A hand reaches out, as foot taps, waiting for the food without gravy to be handed. When that's done she flashes the server a smile, Eli's not always in such a fine mood, it's just one of those days, "And I don't need no sharding Healer, I just don't like messy stuff! No shame nor nothing in that."
Jonathan snorts, "She does?" He pauses, pondering the fact for a moment, and then he tries to cover up his astonishment, "Of course she does! I'm a candidate, lower than dragon poop." So there. He eyes the Weyrleader for a moment and gives a barely audible sigh. A plate is taken and is piled with food, just as Eliwys asked. No gravy is added, of course, as he holds out the plate for the woman, "Here you are, just as you asked Ma'am." As he finishes helping Zardias, attention falls on Louin, where he nods. "Ahh, yes, the new foal. I don't suppose they've named it yet.. I didn't hear anything. Yes, /very/ skinny, it almost looks unhealthy.. But, I was told he is in the best of health." There isn't any logic in this, but Jonathan isn't exactly a runner expert.
Jalis eyes Ilesyn, obviously she's still doubtful about the need for mindhealing "Eliwys, my juniour weyrwoman," She reminds, "Is perfectly fine. She just doesn't like gravy. Some people don't. Often its greasy and upsets the stomach." She pats her belly, "I know when I've been pregnant, thats what it did to me."
"Needs more analysis," supplies Ilesyn, head shaking. "There's something--" in nothing. She lifts her hands from the table, dropping them into her lap with a precise movement. She pauses, turning her gaze towards Jalis, "My apologies, if that seemed presumptuous. I believe that all people have use for a mindhealer. I did not intend to be rude."
J'van grins lazily at Eliwys' ranting - he's heard it before, it seems, though the thought of Leyrith doing the same makes him wince "Thank Faranth he caught Ceristh" is muttered, before he dredges up a very charming smile for his beloved. "Since I taste like juice and /not/ gravy....could I have a kiss? Oh, an new foal? Didn't know we had one...good looking beast, Louin?" seems he's got a thing for runners. Ilesyn gets a rueful look "Maybe you can tell me later what your opinion would be," he murmurs. "Wouldn't do to rile her up in this kind of mood." And then, he can't help but laugh at Jonathon's surprise. "Yes, she does, sorry to say. For you, not her. She'll most likely enjoy lording it over to you." He murmurs, his expression mischievious. "But you put it aptly. You are fairly low...somewhat down on the list with gravy, to put it in Eliwys' words."
Jalis gazes at Ilesyn for several long moments before nodding curtly, "You could be more polite about your analysis however rather than humilating the subject and discussing your thoughts on why they feel a certain way out in front of everyone and in public, especially if you might be wrong." She says, voice equally curt.
There's a sidelong glance to Jalis, a semi-horrified expression at the word pregnant from the Junior Weyrwoman. "Umm, I just don't like gravy" Eliwys reminds Jalis. Not pregnant. Nope. A finger waggles at Ilesyn as she tries to balance her plate, succeding for the most part, for now, "Go analyse Leyrith." I dare you! Big dare. Nose wrinkles at J'van. "Your there. I'm here. It's a little impossible right now" and she's still plate juggling and now eyeing tea.
Jalis leaves Eliwys to her work, though she sits down beside the girl now and says "Jonathan, or Louin, one of you two, would you be so kind as to bring me some tea? Actually, not tea." She frowns "A nice herbal tisane should do the trick. Tell the kitchen that I'd like lemongrass, camomile and licorice root." She smiles and then adds, "Don't daddle!" Then an addendum, "Tell her that anything else she feels might go with those herbs would be fine! Anise perhaps?"
Ilesyn flushes darker still, bowing her head slightly. "Yes, Weyrwoman. I tend to get very involved in my--work." Thus chastised, it doesn't stop her from lifting her head once more to regard Eliwys, "Leyrith? I believe dragons are far more difficult subjects; a Dragon Mindhealer would need to be a dragon themselves, I would imagine." She smiles, nonetheless, tilting her head towards J'van in a short nod. Perhaps she will.
J'van pats the seat beside him for Eliwys, "Well, come here, then." He murmurs. "A nice comfy seat, and you can feed me from your plate." He's teasing about that last. He knows how Eliwys is about her food. Jalis, however, gets a frowning glance. "Speaking of polite.." He murmurs. "Not well done of you, Weyrwoman. If you must scold, direct it at me. I was the one who asked, and all in fun." He smiles over at Ilesyn "Never mind her, she gets a bit high-strung when she's stuck in the Weyr." is commented, though Eliwys' suggestion has merit, his eyes lighting. "Hey! A wonderful idea. If ever a dragon needed therapy, Leyrith would be the one."
Jalis looks agahst and narrows her eyes at J'van. How dare he rebuke her in the living caverns? Her smoldering glare turns green and yellow eyes into emerald flame -- a promise of retribution later writ visible in her gaze. "I don't care what you think J'van." She finally says, her voice giving very little hint at what is in store for the Weyrleader later.
Eliwys settles down into one of the chairs, plate going in front of her, "Oh shards, Leyrith, shut up!" Smile. Sweet. See? She's not really trying to talk to herself too much. Nothing else is considered for the moment, except long mahogany hair is swept from shoulders to her back, as she settles in to eat.
Jonathan decides that since he knows the kitchen folk well enough, he'll go and fetch the weyrwoman's order. "I'll take care of it Louin." And to the weyrwoman, "Right away, Ma'am... " He repeats the order to himself in his head and moves in the direction of the kitchens. It clearly seems to him like Eliwys is pregnant, unless most dragonriders go around avoiding to topic as she does. And with that, he disappears behind a wall of the caverns.
Jalis turns to Ilesyn, "Its not that I dislike Mindhealing, its just that some observations are delicate and deeply private and ought not to be discussed where others can hear." She points out, a little more kindly, despite J'van's provokement.
"Ah," agrees Ilesyn, knowledgably, in response to J'van. "I can imagine. It must be very--dehibilitating." She flushes again, nodding towards Jalis. "Understandable. We do not all like our private issues to be displayed towards everyone, even if it is good for everyone to know our--more fragile sides. For the sake of rehibilitating them."
J'van doesn't seem bothered by Jalis' narrowed look and mounting anger. Instead, he gives her a direct look "I'm sure you don't, Weyrwoman." is murmured - they'll have it out later, however. But he isn't going to dance on egg shells until the hatching. He's not that much of a namby pamby. He watches Eliwys sit, and not by him, either!, with a bit of a frown, taking a sip of juice before smiling at Ilesyn "Yes, exactly....so we must make sure not to annoy" At least, not unless you happen to be the Weyrleader and insane to boot.
Jalis retorts, "That should be up to the person though, shouldn't it Ilesyn?" Her smile's a little tight. Her fingers twitch, perhaps as a result of imaginging smacking the Weyrleader -- either that or its a nervous twitch from life as a weaver.
Louin's hands stop their drumming to flail about in the air as he tries to describe the newest addition to the stables. "'Bout this high, legs longer'n this pipe, actually. There's a little blaze down its muzzle that looks like a big flash of lightning during one of those noisy storms." The mindhealer is looked at curiously, but he's not getting into that discussion. "I can do that, ma'am." he replies to Jalis, tossing that pipe aside with more clatter. "Just a minute." he grunts, hefting himself up out of his chair to head for the intended tea but is stalled out by Jonathan's offer. How convenient. Right by the bubblies. "Slice anyone?" he asks the group with a grin, readying himself to cut a large chunk for himself.
Jalis lifts a hand and waggles a finger. "One for me Louin. It'll go well with my pie." She smiles and starts looking around for Jonathan, but she's paitent. It takes time to gather odd herbs together for tisanes, even when she's well known for drinking them.
"Yes, Weyrwoman." Ilesyn nods her head seriously, "I suppose so; it's unfortunate, of course, but cannot be helped." Her smile is positively expansive, even moreso as she responds to J'van once more, "We must. Difficult though it can be."
Eliwys' head jerks up, "Oh shards! If you have.." she adds, scraping her chair back, and rushing for the door, food abandoned for the moment.
Eliwys walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
Eliwys has left.
Jonathan returns soon enough, announcing his return with, "Herbal tisane - lemongrass, camomile and licorice root included!" He holds out the mug of tea for the weyrwoman, giving it to her with a bow, "Just as you ordered, and hopefully to your satisfaction." See, he would've made it himself, as he's lower than dragon poop /and/ gravy, but the cooks happen to much better at that than he. He blinks at Eliwys as she quickly departs, "They come, make a fuss, and leave so quickly. What a shame." This is all muttered under this breath of course, not even audible if you were sitting right next to him.
Jalis takes the cup and thanks Jonathan, "She's got much work to do. We're all probably too noisy." She notes with a chuckle.
J'van smirks a bit at the Weyrwoman's twitching - he knows exactly what's causing it, and doesn't seem at all as if he minds. Instead, he applies himself to listen to Louin's description of the new runner, with a slight sigh at Eliwys' abrupt departure. "Sounds a good-looking foal, candidate. I'll have to take a look when I get a chance." He frowns slightly as he notes exactly how big a piece of bubbly Louin is getting. "Say, you might want to cut down on that portion" is noted pointedly - Louin can't but miss the hint "Or just bring me the whole thing. I'm still a bit peckish." And he doesn't have any spare flesh, either. He takes a sip of juice, casting another look in the direction Eliwys disappeared, then looks over at Ilesyn "You know, if you could have a go at Leyrith, Eliwys and I might actually get to spend some time together."
Ilesyn glances after Eliwys, brows furrowing slightly: "I believe there are some deeply rooted problems, there," she decides, darkly murmuring her comments. Attention is returned to J'van, a hesitant shrug of her shoulders, "A difficult task, I'm afraid. I can't get real responses from a dragons, and that's a very important part of mindhealing. Knowing how they feel, not just thinking one knows."
Louin has that knife posed over a berry bubbly, just about to cut, er, it? when the Weyrleader offers his suggestion. The portion is lessened by a fraction, then a similar section is cut for Jalis. "Well, how about a hefty portion for one so robust at yourself, Sir?" he grins, such an innocent look given. "I hear sweets are good for leadership. Gives you more energy to deal with problems." Or makes you so hyper you shake. Both portions are served to Weyrwoman and Weyrleader then he stands holding his own plate. "Anything else?"
Jonathan smiles at the Weyrwoman, "Of course... She is busy, has things to do..." His eyes dart about the caverns curiously and spots him -- the old man that nobody likes to serve. He always manages to get stuck with him. And so, the candidate makes his way toward the nearly bald old man, "Greetings, Sir... Would you like your normal mug of klah, nothing to eat, but a plate anyway?" The old man looks up at the boy and grunts, 'You li'l boy, I wan' some veg'tables and a roll. Quick. Hurry 't up!'. Jonathan blinks, a bit confused, "Oh.. I'm sorry, yes, Sir.. I'll get on it immediately." A nearby mug is grabbed and so is a cloth pad, where he grabs a hot kettle of klah and pours the liquid for the saggy old man. And with everything put back into it's proper place, he hurries toward the serving table.
Jalis wrinkles her nose "Louin, not that big, ok? I'm not terribly hungry and it'd just go to waste."
J'van grins at Louin, and then down at his large wedge of pie "It looks perfect. I've all I need." He notes, eyes gleaming, before he laughs at Ilesyn's comment. "Oh, Leyrith is quite willing to let you know how she feels." he notes with a smirk. "Isn't she, Jalis?" He sends Jonathon a pitying look - poor thing.
Louin brightens, not distressed at all by Jalis' request. Where would the extras go? To /him/, of course! Delighted, he cuts and scrapes half of the portion onto his own plate, returning Jalis' to her with a grin and wink. "Better? I'll just take care of this one myself." What a ploy to get what J'van convinced him to give up! Jonathan's dealings are left to him, the past steward glancing to the mindhealer. "I knew someone from the healer craft who used to talk just like you. I never understood him either." he teases, wideing his grin.
Ilesyn's brow furrows. "I admit, I haven't met the gold in question. Is she that bad?" Egg-trauma. It must be. She raises an eyebrow at Louin, commenting, "I talk perfectly frankly; what is there to not understand?" Honestly curious, she adds, "I don't use big words, or anything." Teasing is missed; she's perfectly serious.
Jonathan frowns and manages to snag a plate with a few vegetables and a roll. He checks and double checks it and then takes it over to the old man. He sets it on the table, bows and nearly runs off to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader, "Is there anything I can possibly get you to? Sir, would you like something more to drink?" Anything to get him away from that rabid old man.
Jalis takes her pie and her tea and stands, "I'm going to take these to my weyr and enjoy them. Thank you." She smiles at everyone and walks out.
Jalis walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
Jalis has left.
J'van is more observant than Louin thinks. Despite enjoying his /own/ bit of the bubbly, he notices the scraping. "Well, candidate. Looks like you'll just have to do some extra laps tomorrow to burn that bit off." he notes, licking his lips of juice. "Or dig out all of Avila's garden...that might do the trick." He murmurs, a hint of a smile appearing, before nodding to Ilesyn "Count yourself fortunate. She's that bad and more. Ask Jali....oh, nevermind. She's gone. Ask Eliwys sometime. She'll tell you all about it, most like."
J'van he adds a smile to Jonathon "Oh, I'm fine. Sit yourself down and stop hovering. You make me nervous." Of course, his amused expression rather belies his words.
Louin takes a step back to make room for Jonathan, ending up nearer to the mindhealer. "I guess people's reasons are always elusive to me. Give me a few screws and some metal and I'm happy. There's no reason to figure out what's behind a hunk of metal, you know?" Jalis' departure grings a fleeting look that would indicate some kind of sadness or remorse, but it's gone in an instant. Replacing it is a grimace that is also gone in a flash. "Extra laps. Right. I'll be sure to let you know when they're accomplished." He's crestfallen, looking down to the pie as if wondering if it'll be worth it.
Ilesyn nods her head rapidly. "I will," she decides. "This could be a challenge--perhaps even one worth my Journeywomanship!" Thus delighted, the healer furrows her brow towards Louin, shrugging. "Ah, but you have to know how it works, before you can make it. People are already made, but we don't know how they work. So it's something we have to try and figure out. Still, I see your point."
Jonathan snorts and finds a seat nearby, blinking tiredly. "Oy... You don't see me during the day. Or rather, how I /was/ during the day, before I was searched by Talya's Wysoth. I serve one person, go to the next, and then go back to the person that I did first. I never stop moving, and if I do, I nervously fidget - or so I've been told by Zardias over there." Of course, the young 14 turn old girl doesn't know much, she is quite observant and good for gossip.
J'van grins at Jonathon "You need to learn to relax." he muses, before sending Louin a commiserating look "Come come, it isn't that bad. You'll feel much better after a good bit of hard labor..won't he, Ilesyn?" he notes. That is what she said earlier, after all. "But I'd say that if you manage to get Leyrith to be less of a b...an annoyance, you'd earn a journeyrank from me!"
Louin doesn't seem at all helped by J'van's words, in fact, they bring on a rather long, drawn out sigh as he contemplates the fat-producer on his plate. "I do think I'll just set this down for later." he mumbles, returning it to the serving table. He seems a bit down, but somehow he summons a toothy smile. "Good advice, Sir." he notes, biting his lip then nodding respectfully to the Weyrleader as he sidles toward the opening leading back to the best place in all of Pern now, his cot. "Good day, ma'am. I'll think about what you said about knowing people." Briefly, no doubt. "See you later, Jonathan." he says to his fellow Candidate before leaving the room.
Ilesyn nods rapidly towards Jonathan, agreeing to J'van's statement. "That's right. It's very good for stress relief--gets out all that extra tension. Makes you feel much better, aftwards. Beyond which, any normal healer would tell you that it's good for the physical side of things, too. All in all, it's a very important thing." She laughs, adding, "Then I'll have to try, Weyrleader, for that enticement!" She nods after Louin, "Sleep well."
Louin walks off southeastwards to the darker southeastern cavern.
Louin has left.
J'van watches the candidate go, a slight smile on his face. "Poor thing..I do believe I ruined his evening." What a shame...too bad J'van doesn't look /too/ upset about it. Instead he smiles at Ilesyn "Exactly..nothing like a good bit of exercise to keep you going." He pops another bite of gooey confection into his mouth.
Jonathan nods, "I suppose I should... Learn to relax, I mean." He shakes his head, eyes falling on Ilesyn with a smile. She seems to practical for him, that's for sure. Well, he becomes a candidate and immediately begins watching women, perhaps it comes in the job description. He would ask, of course, but it doesn't seem proper for him to be asking the Weyrleader such a personal question. "Exercise?" Ew.
As long as it isn't Ilesyn doing the exercise, of course. She nods rapidly, agreeing, "Oh, I believe so." Gaze, and evidently, thoughts, move back towards Jonathan, a beaming smale taking place upon her face, "Oh, yes. It's very important. Otherwise, you invariably end up having a nervous breakdown--which would stop you from standing for the eggs. I'm sure you wouldn't want that."
J'van looks surprised at Ilesyn "I think you are exaggerating...I thought not exercising must meant you got fat." He objects, finishing off his pie with an amused look at Jonathon. "Yes, you should. And maybe you should be doing laps with Louin. Help encourage him and all."
Jonathan eyes Ilesyn, "I never exercise and I've never had a nervous breakdown before.. and I doubt that it'll happen any time soon." He blinks at J'van, "Honestly... I mean, if you want me to do laps with him, I will... or I can always be sideline encouragement or entertainment or something... I don't know. Unless you want me to be all exercised and fit to stand for the eggs, too."
Ilesyn shakes her head, expression of entire seriousness taking very firmly to her features. "Oh, no, Sir. If one doesn't exercise, they do not have an outlet for stress. Stress therefore gathers, which can, in many cases, lead to an overload. There is the fat aspect, too, of course, but I believe that the stress is perhaps more pressing." She smiles towards the candidate, "Oh, then I'm sure you'll have one, soon." She pauses, smiles, then stands, "Good night!"
J'van smiles at Ilesyn "Perhaps there are other forms of exercise that are more enjoyable...and helps relieve stress." He murmurs, raising a hand. "Good night, healer. We'll have to converse about your project another time." He drains his juice, then looks over at Jonathon "I think it would be better if you ran with him" He notes. "So he doesn't feel alone. And it wouldn't hurt you either." He, too, rises. "I've got to go see if Eli is alright." He murmurs. "Now that Leyrith might have gone to sleep."
Ilesyn tilts her head towards J'van, "Indeed, we will. I look forward to it."
Posted by Louise at January 29, 2003 01:40 AM