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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:23 pm
A new day, a new lunatic.
Didn't that sound dramatic? On most days it would have been the truth. As for that evening's agenda, Roka wasn't sure yet. The man who had come to her--that Razaphon fellow--was certainly nice enough. She hadn't pried much about his personal life (he wasn't her patient), but from the sound of it he saw this Kesslan girl as a daughter. Or granddaughter. Something.
Roka wasn't sure the name of the runner she'd snagged, but it didn't matter. As long as they got the message to it's destination, all was well. She was too busy to go delivering them herself right now. Razaphon received it in a timely manner and had sent a reply when and where to expect Kesslan. From there the old timer had spent as much time as he needed coaxing her into the session.
The mindhealer would have preferred her office, but outside worked just as well. For whatever reason, Razaphon suggested outdoors might relax her more. She suspected it had to do with her hatchling and how much room the newborn would take up should the trio attempt to stuff themselves in her tiny cozy room.
Seeing riders was always a chore, because it was essentially diagnosing two patients with psychic powers. Quite trying at times. She leaned against the entrance to the outdoors, fiddled with the cloth over her shoulder and considered the possibilities. This was either going to be too short, too long or much too agitating.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:29 pm
"G'afternoon, Miss Roka." Kess's low, soft voice was polite as she approached the older woman, on time with dragonet on her heels. The teal-green creature made a soft croon in greeting, her eyes a peaceful, swirling blue as the two prepared to go outside.
"I hope we're not taking too much time out of your day, ma'am." A rueful smile. "Razaphon's worried about me, I know." Waiting for Roka to lead the way, she followed the darkly tanned woman outside, her broken arm held close to her body as she turned her face up toward the sun.
The blonde Candidate wasn't sure what to expect, and well, Condoroth didn't understand why Kess would need to talk to someone other than herself. She was only a baby, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:53 pm
Roka had to restrain her sigh of relief, less Kesslan get the wrong idea. It had been a very, very busy couple of days. There had been sobbing Weyrbrats in and out of her office, some interesting but obviously disturbed young lady who had serious relationship issues and a variety of other, er, fascinating characters, if you wanted to be nice about it. She didn't, so she'd call them lunatics. That's what she was here for, but who didn't get tired of working overtime now and then?
It was nice at first glance Kesslan seemed sane and soft spoken. Looks were deceiving, she knew that all too well, but should she honestly be different than she presented herself Roka would enjoy the relaxing atmosphere while it lasted. No matter what the future may hold. The mindhealer greeted her in a tone not unlike her own. "Kesslan." Then to her dragon she said affectionately, "And hello to you, beautiful girl. You're pretty enough to be a queen." And way more fit in personality, if you asked her. The latest gold looked like an absolutely monster.
"No, my time is all yours. Your friend is very concerned, and I'd like to help you if I can. He suggested this might be a better place for you than where I usually see people, but if you'd like to move elsewhere at any time don't hesitate to speak up." That said, Roka drifted toward the water. She had no real destination in mind. They weren't out here to go on an adventure. "How are you doing?" Unspoken words that lined her tone asking such a seemingly simple question urged Kesslan to tell the truth, rather than any standard, polite answer she might have responded with automatically. Just in case that wasn't enough, she added gently, "Really doing."
Roka had a feeling this was going to take as much patience as Razaphon had assured her Kesslan had.
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