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PostPosted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:38 am


La gasped at that. Wide-eyed, she raced over to the broom. Scooping it up, she clutched it to her chest and gave Cordel the most scathing look she could manage, which was actually pretty scathing, considering the circumstances. This was fun!

"What, a mop! No, Cordel! How would you like it if after you retired, they decided you'd be better off as a woman, hmm?" One eyebrow shot up, and La removed one hand from the broom to rest it on her hip. Oh, she was just being nasty now, but nasty in such a way that he couldn't possibly actually get angry at her.

She was right, after all.

"No, this broom needs to be retired honorably and hung in a place of honor. Over the door, perhaps." She looked at the door and gave a sage nod. "Yes, I think that would be a wonderful place to keep it. No, don't worry," she said dramatically, looking at the broom again. "You shan't be turned into a mop. I would never let that happen to you."
PostPosted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 9:58 am



“Thank you, La, for reminding me that I never want to retire.” Plus, if he actually did retire at some point (perhaps due to a tragic accident), Cordel had plans for all of his bits. Maybe he’d actually have time when he was retired. “And you were the one who recommended recycling the desk into something else. And I like my desk. It’s not just a broom. This desk has memories! It’s probably older than I am!”

It was nice, having an Apprentice he could actually talk to. Inwardly, Cordel was pleased that his rank change hadn’t changed their relationship. Outwardly, he wished that La would show him maybe a little bit more respect in front of patients. It wouldn’t do for a Master Healer and his Apprentice to be seen bickering with one another.

“Over the door? Fine. If you want to see a sudden epidemic of brooms dropping on people’s heads, put it up over the door. Perhaps we’ll have to put up a sign: Beware of Drop-Brooms,” he said nastily. “Can’t it just stay in a closet somewhere? I’m sure it’d like that. Nice and quiet.” Ok, he KNEW La was going to argue against that, but that was part of the fun now. Cordel was just naturally argumentative.

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 7:33 am


"A lot of things are older than you are, youngest-master-healer-in-Passes," La answered, sticking her tongue out at Cordel and leaning the broom against the wall again. "That's not much of a feat, you know." And now she was being deliberately snotty. Not that she cared much. They were in the herb closet, and it wasn't like people hadn't heard their sniping back and forth before.

Although admittedly, before La could pull it off because she was a wingrider and Cordel a journeyman. Those ranks were very similar. Now, the only way what she was doing would be permissible in the more rigid social circles that existed outside the herb closet would be if she was a wingleader. And that wasn't going to happen in her lifetime.

"Oh, certainly, that's your advice for everything. Just put it in a closet and forget about it," she snipped. She wasn't actually sure what she had said just meant, but perhaps Cordel's response to it would indicate what kind of a passive-aggressive attack she had just made. "And that's just silly! Why would it fall on people? We just need to hang it well and as long as nobody's rude to it, it won't have any need to drop on people, will it?"
PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 8:35 pm



… La actually had a pretty good point there. The dust under the desk was probably older than Cordel, unless La had launched a mass-war in his absence and cleared out the small, but thriving, civilization under there. Hopefully she hadn’t. Cordel was certain that someone would be very interested in the various strata of dust. Perhaps a system of dating could be worked out. But, anyway; the point was that La had a point and Cordel wasn’t going to ever admit it.

So, he reacted to it in a very Cordel fashion by pretending it had never been said at all. He sniffed instead and put a protective hand on his desk. “The desk is staying and that’s final. I like my desk, so it’s staying here.”

As if to make his point, he sat down at his desk like a petulant toddler. “And I have never hid anything in the closet! Name one thing that I hid in a closet and the answer cannot be ‘yourself, Cordel’, just in case if you were going to be clever!” Not that he actually hid in closets anyway, no matter how much La tried to convince him that the herb room was a closet. It was his office, shardit! His office. Only now they would probably want him to move out or something… well, sod them. He was staying here.

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PostPosted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 11:11 pm


"For the record, I don't subscribe to all those silly rumours about you and Brownrider K'em. Frankly, I think Brownrider K'em might have started them," La remarked, sticking her tongue out at Cordel over his closet quip and then shaking her head. If he was going to be that way about the desk, then fine. She would find a way to win that argument later, and by force if necessary. When the desk was in his way obstructing his life, she'd see how he felt about it.

...and she felt like there was something she had been thinking about that was important. Something that had been eclipsed by the entire 'broom-desk-everything-else' silliness that had just occurred. But what was it....clearly it was something she should be remembering, because she had remembered that it was important... Her eyes fell on the desk, and the book, and then it hit her.

Right! The wine!

"Oh, by the way," she said cheerfully, "I have something for you, too. I'm not sure you've noticed, but there's this bronzerider comes by on occasion. H'dek of Bondyeth, from Isonth's clutch. Well, without going into detail, suffice to say that he keeps trying to foist Benden wine on me, so I've more than I know what to do with. I won't invite you out for drinks with me because, frankly, that'd be weird. But I have a skin for you, if you'd like it. To celebrate your promotion. A toast, if you don't want to think of it as a gift."

She wouldn't know what to do with it otherwise. Honestly, that boy...it had been a simple, very silly misunderstanding and he just...hadn't left her alone about it. And two skins of Benden wine was more than a greenrider in her early twenties could possibly figure out what to do with.

"Also, I stitched someone up while you were gone! Be proud of me."

Yeah, the important news. Save it for last. G'job, La.
PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 8:21 pm



Oh really? La thought K’em had started those silly rumors? Cordel considered this for a moment carefully, trying to fit it around the Brownrider. Well… alright. He could sort of see it, to a certain extent. K’em was the sort to do just about anything for a laugh, including something like that. But, then again, he also wasn’t the sort to get in his own way when it came to trying to lure a woman into bed. Now Cordel was not an expert on the female mind in any way, but he was fairly certain that being attracted to men would turn most women away from a guy.

But, wine was far more pleasant than such things. Cordel grinned at his Apprentice, unable to believe his luck. In fact, H’dek had made a small fortune off of Cordel’s drinking habit. By the sound of things, he was also making a fortune off of Cordel’s friends, since both K’em and La had gotten him wine now. Not that this dismayed the Healer. Quite the opposite. “Is that why he keeps coming by? Huh. And here I thought he was just interested in the charm of the Infirmary.” Yeah. It was about as charming as a tunnelsnake. “Thank you, La. I’ll savor it.”

“Oh? You stitched someone up? Who was it then? What happened?” Aww… his little Apprentice was growing up! Hopefully, one day she would be considered an official Healer. Things were a little tricky since she had Isonth and all… but a dragonhealer with a dragon wasn’t an uncommon thing. Quite the contrary. Most dragonhealers had a dragon, as the beasts helped with the craft.

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PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 11:22 pm


Oh, good! She could unload some of the wine on Cordel!

"Yeah....it'd take too long to explain," La said, shrugging off that bit and making a face at the idea that the charm of the infirmary brought anyone around. The only charm the infirmary had came in and left with K'em's periodic visits, frankly. Charm wasn't something healers were good at. Unlike Harper Hall, Healer Hall didn't bother emphasizing things like, say, people skills. "I didn't like...bring the skin or anything....since I didn't really think." She didn't think very often.

"But I can bring it this evening, perhaps? Drop it off in your actual room? Where you'd better be sleeping tonight so that the poor broom doesn't have to come out of retirement for one last hurrah." She smiled winningly and then dropped a deep bow when Cordel asked about her stitches.

"Bluerider M'zaji made a bit of an error while he was cutting his straps, and his knife ended up on his arm. It was only three stitches, but I did it!" She grinned and nodded, clearly quite proud of herself.

"Anyways. I should...probably report for duty formally, yes? Since I really should be working and all. I'm here to work, Master Cordel. What am I doing today?"

Please, no numbweed.
PostPosted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:22 am


“Then I won’t ask.” Especially since La would almost certainly lie. It was pretty clear that, whatever was going on between her and H’dek, she didn’t want to talk about it. That was fine with Cordel. She had the decency to stay out of his personal life, it was only fair for him to return the favor. If there was ever a real issue, she’d probably tell him. Or he’d just find out about it somehow and work out a way to take care of it.

Cordel arched an eyebrow at his Apprentice’s next words, the vague threat and the promise of wine. You had to admire that about La. Most people just used the proverbial carrot or the stick. She, on the other hand, merely hit you about the head with the carrot. “La, I just had a day off yesterday. I’d like to get some actual work done. Besides, I’m sure the old broom would love one last chance. Think of it as its crowning moment.”

Three stiches, huh? That actually was very good, honestly. The whole point of stiches was to use as few as possible. All the same, Cordel made a mental note to see the bluerider later on, just to make sure everything was going well. “That’s good, La. Three stitches is very good. Today… shards, let me check.” Since a Healer could hardly be expected to remember every little thing, Cordel was a big believer in writing things down. Unfortunately, he was also a big believer to the ‘Set-Things-Down-Where-There’s-Room’ method of filing. “Right. We need to make some more oil today. The weyrlings have gone right through the supplies.”

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 11:01 am


"But sleeping is important. If someone came to you and told you they got two hours of sleep a night at best, you'd make them lie down. And fatigue makes it harder to fight off illnesses, you know that." Putting her hands on her hips, she gave Cordel a Look that she had learned from him and perfected while he was gone. "I'll let the broom have its last chance if it needs to, but there's no need to put it through more mess. It's worked hard in its lifetime."

She brightened when she learned the day's task. Oilmaking! Her, um...wow. Her hobby. She was lame. But nonetheless, it was what she did in her spare time, and her favourite part of working in the infirmary (minus playing with baby firelizards, but that probably didn't count). She liked making oil significantly more than numbweed or, as tended to happen when junior weyrlings became senior ones, burn salve.

"So....how much are we talking? Two tubs of sensitive skin, a tub of the regular, and then a few gallons of the calming and muscle-ache ones?" Oil wasn't hard to make, but mixing and then bottling it from the tubs (La was fairly certain they were forty gallon, but she could be wrong) took most of the day. But least she got to work with spice oils and got to try out combinations of herb essences. The lavender-and-hops-based calming oil was her own recipe.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:49 pm



Cordel snorted, which was possibly his favorite method of communication. This probably helped explain why his girlfriend dumped him. “If I knew someone was getting only two hours of sleep, La, I’d tie them to the sharding bed myself and you know it.”

Except, of course, for himself. Because, you know, tying someone up was a bit of a two person job. He couldn’t really tie himself up and he wasn’t willing to go give La a holler because that would send totally the wrong message. She’d probably just broom him. Every broom wanted to go down fighting, right? Cordel scratched a cheek and pondered the exact amount of oil that would be needed.

“Make it a tub of the calming and muscle-aching ones. This is Arioth and Varth’s clutch we’re talking about,” he pointed out. “They make everyone else go through a lot of lavender oil in the best of times. Learning how to fly will be even worse.” After reviewing the files for a moment, he smiled. “Right. Let’s go do some good,” he said with a stretch.

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:54 pm


The plethora of things La COULD have said in response to Cordel's comment about tying people to beds hung heavily in her mind, and she sorted through them carefully, relishing all the possibilities of comments and Cordel's reactions. But she had pushed it probably a bit too far already, so it would likely be best if she just kept silent. Instead, she focused on his command, then gave him the same sharp salute she gave her wingleader.

"Right," she said, flashing Cordel a bright smile and heading out. Good to have him back in charge, really. It just wasn't the same without him around.
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