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 Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 8:12 pm
Fenferari was exhausted after his morning chores, and with what seemed his final bout of energy he lowered himself onto his pallet. A soft groan was issued into the fur, arms curling over his head for a stretch. He was going to be sore tomorrow. There was still some time left before lunch would happen, but the candidate was imagining not going and just using the time to wallow here. Oh, he wouldn't, but it was still a lovely fantasy.
It wasn't that the chores here were particularly trying. He'd had chores before, duties that ranged from menial to really undesirable to engaging. There were just... so many stairs in this place. It really could wear a body down, used to it or not. Which he wasn't. He'd been spoiled by the Crafthall and the Hold compared to this it seemed. Not that he was really complaining or even considering such a thing, but his body was a different matter which he didn't have too much control over. Traitorous.
Fenferari turned his head to look around the small space, a loop of black falling across his face that he didn't bother to acknowledge. He'd had a room to himself back at Telgar, too, what with the usual suspects moving around all the time. Hopefully it wouldn't be that way for long. He liked company, or at least another presence to be nearby. Hopefully, he was thinking, whoever he did get wouldn't be horrible. He'd already seen some hot tempers in the few days he'd been here and the characteristic signs of a mean spirit, and that was just from observing from afar.
Turning onto his back, the boy folded his arms behind his head and continued to muse, waiting to hear the clatter of feet down the corridor that would signal he should head out to eat.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 9:12 pm
It was almost unthinkable to consider a dragon had carried him here. In truth, he wasn't sure if beast had been more bothered by the grime on his skin, or his considerable weight on its back. There'd been no time to think; his stomach had heaved the very moment those great wings had unfurled to launch them into the open, empty sky, and had he taken a moment to consider it, he was lucky that he hadn't shamed himself by losing his breakfast. Upon landing, he'd been dizzy, disgustingly so, and had to keep his massive fists clenched to keep them from trembling with outright fear. Gulping down breath, he'd only half-listened as he was informed of his duties of sorts before being lead to the Candidate barracks.
A bed. Bed sounded good. There was that strange tickle in his chest as he'd lumbered after his apparent guide of sorts, the one that made him just want to grab his knees and hack his lungs out until his throat was too raw to cough. Miner's cough. With that and all the filthy cuts and scrapes on his arms and face, it was easy to tell that the boy had spent most of his days deep within the earth... if his size didn't give it away, first.
He needed no more encouragement as his room of sorts was pointed out to him, and the big man would move silently into the entrance... only to pause with dismay when he realized there was already something in it. A quiet voice in the back of his mind recalled the man who'd lead him here talking about roommates. Too bad that hadn't sunk in till just now. Gruffly, the dark-haired other said not a word, fixing a hard stare on the smaller before he dismissed him entirely and moved towards the other bed. He grit his teeth a little as he slowly eased himself into a sit, fingers flexing with aggression and masked anxiety.
So he wouldn't rest. He'd sit for a moment, then remove himself to wander the Weyr, only returning here to sleep and nothing more. He had not come here for people. ...But now he was not entirely sure he had come here for the dragons, either.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 9:58 pm
He heard a voice and footsteps against the stone. Lowering his eyes from the ceiling, Fenferari sighed and began to sit up, only to watch as the door slit filled itself. There was a distinct urge to shrink right back into the pelt on his bed as the figure passed into the light of the glow basket, but somehow he held himself still. Paralysis, maybe. The visitor was massive.
He looked like he belonged to another realm entire, certainly not this fraternity of boys that were still straggling into their new bodies and their lessons. Drudge was such an ugly word in his opinion, but with all the grit that was covering the other he could ashamedly not thing of a better description. There was a distinctive... odor to him. Not an unfamiliar one, but still unpleasant. What did a miner want with the likes of him, Fenferari? Because this certainly looked like a man to him, and when the male took a seat on the opposite cot it was all he could do to blink owlishly and wait. That look, the heat radiating off of him... it was enough to make the small welcoming smile die on his lips immediately.
After he realized the other wasn't going to be speaking to him, he turned his head away and looked toward the opening of his room. HIS room. Needless to say, he was feeling uncomfortable with all the animosity filling the room and baring down on him, only shown by the way his shoulders lifted and tensed slightly. The way the stranger had looked at him, it felt like the man was staring at someone that had done him a grievous offense. Fenferari didn't think he'd done anything malicious to anyone in his whole life.
He dared a sidelong glance at the other, so caked with dirt and dust and... was that blood? Hard to tell beneath the grime but... Yes, he decided. He could smell it.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 1:57 pm
This boy, from what he'd gathered in his short time observing him, was a meek thing, more than likely intimidated and therefore even more likely to not make a sound so long as he was here. That was fine, better than fine; he didn't have any desire to socialize with people, and certainly not these people. Even better, it gave him the time he needed to sit and think, his heart still thundering in his chest as though terrified it'd be left behind in the air again.
What was he doing here? What had he hoped to accomplish by swooping out of his home? While definitely not a comforting place, it was familiar, and Goran did not react well to sharp and sudden changes such as these. To be a dragonrider would be an honor, but more than that, it would offer him a glimpse of freedom, a new start.
It had seemed a good idea, at the time.
His stare was still hard as he eyed the floor, but notably distant as he stewed and mulled over thoughts that now struggled to come. His lungs leaped on the opportunity to exercise themselves, now that he was distracted, and a deep cough stuck in his throat a little before he shifted with irritation. What fool wouldn't pick a dragon over slowly killing themselves in the mines? A chance at a Smith Hall, that was what his father had offered...
...He no longer knew if he had done the right thing.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:00 pm
Fenferari was beside himself. It was true he wasn't a graduated healer yet, having been Searched a little less than a turn before it was his time to walk the tables, but he still held certain self-obligations. Like tending to the wounded, no matter who they happened to be or how discouraging the temperament. Perhaps, a part of him said (probably his rationale), it would be a wiser choice to adhere to sense of self-preservation in this case. He was tempted to heed the advice.
And then that wretched, horrible sound. He couldn't very well ignore that, could he? It was a cough from deep in the chest, a protest of the lungs. It was a note that was all too familiar to the boy of Telgar, living so near the mines. He hadn't faced anything as gruesome as what some of the men came into the infirmary with, hacking out of their lungs. This other male was not suffering from an acute case from that first impression he got, but he had definitely put some damage in. 'rari ground his teeth a little, before he swung himself around slowly to face the other.
"Excuse me," He spoke continently. It took all his will to look at the other instead of his hands, "If you wouldn't mind, I could see to those lacerations on your forearms. I am only an apprentice healer, but I have some numbweed that could help, as well as means of dressing the wounds..." There. He'd offered. Something eased a little within him, but the tension in his shoulders was still high as he waited a sign of acceptation or dejection.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:08 pm
Shard it, of course it was too much to ask that he just be left alone once. His thick jaw set itself aggressively as the boy seemed to be preparing himself. An introduction? Well, Goran would be the first to tell him that he didn't care. It would be better to establish their relationship (or lack of one) right now before things got out of hand. In fact, even he was brutal enough with his words, maybe the boy would request a room change. It wasn't his fault--but if he expected anything other than Goran's presence, he would be sadly mistaken. There would be no friendship here.
Perhaps that was why he felt his face slacken with surprise at the request.
He wanted to... what? Unconsciously, dark eyes made to flick over burly arms, noting the filthy cuts as though he hadn't noticed they were there until now. Goran was having to think hard about this, his carefully prepped irritation deflated with the simple request. Why in the name of the Egg would he want to do something like that to a complete stranger? Damn soft-hearted healers, they'd care for anything once they got a whiff it was injured or otherwise.
This healer-boy might have gleaned that his new roommate was a bit slow by the way he didn't answer for quite a few, thundering seconds. He would, eventually, grunt a little, lifting thick shoulders in a shrug that--for him--was awkward. He didn't care what this whelp did. At least, that was the impression he was offering.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 5:36 pm
Just what had happened to put this man in such a foul mood? That he would come into someone else's room and treat them as if they were the offender? Fenferari could practically imagine steam rolling off the other as he was regarded once again. He was glad he had plowed on through it anyway, because he could sense he'd thrown the man off somehow by it. And that made that uncomfortable tension just fade to uncomfortable. It was kind of reassuring.
To him, it seemed as if the other was mulling it over. He seemed kind of lost, almost, all of the sudden. Something in Fenferari wanted to be warm, but he stifled it as he awaited a response. He wouldn't receive much of one, but with a grunt he rose from his bed anyway. "I'm going to go fetch some warm water."
With that, he was gone. A few minutes would pass, the time it took for him to walk down to the boy's communal bath and grab a pail of water and back. He checked the room for the stranger, just a bare glance, before setting down the bucket. He nimbly searched the contents of his procured bag, taking out a pile of cloth and a small jar.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:12 pm
Water. Right. He'd be running if he knew what was good for him, and he was hard-pressed to bare his teeth in a grimace at the boy until he left. He wasn't an animal, however. This probably gave him sometime to unwind--really unwind before heaving himself to his feet again and reluctantly finding a secluded place he could sit. Try to think. That latter bit didn't work out so well, and the young man gave an irritated shake of his head, He was just about to get up when the meek-looking other returned, and, surprised, he stayed where he was.
What was that look for? He was silent, though openly watched the other as he shuffled about and drew out some things. The jar in particular caught his attention, and his lips thinned. Must be the numbweed. Healers and all their supplies... He, thankfully, had never had to see a healer for anything serious, so he would watch carefully, maybe learn a little. What did he need the water for--oh. His own stupidity almost made him grunt again, scowling at the grimy wounds as though it was their fault he hadn't quite been able to remember.
The room would remain uncomfortably silent; he hadn't expected the other to return, and he had no plans to so much as crack his mouth open to say a word.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 10:23 pm
A rag too, splashed into the bucket. Once his things were gathered, he approached the other male, not looking at him as he sunk into a kneel before the giant. If the stranger didn't feel like talking, then he wouldn't press him. Sometimes patients back at home could be unfriendly too, and then one just did their duty the best they could assuming the only trying thing about the patient was their attitude. Fenferari swirled the rag slowly in the warm water with one hand, the other reaching for one of the massive forearms. He made it clear what he was doing, nothing sudden so that Goran had the complete opportunity to move away if he saw fit.
Assuming it was permissible, the apprentice healer would wring the rag out only enough so it didn't drip water and then apply it to the first cut. He dabbed lightly at the laceration, squeezing the rag slowly to loosen the dirt with water. Then he turned it a little and began to wipe the grit away with a clean piece of the cloth. He was gentle, even though he doubted the larger man really cared, and surprisingly deft in his work.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:47 pm
The cool, damp rag stung more sharply than he might have expected when it was pressed to his forearm, though the boy didn't make a sound. His lips would twitch a little in a grimace, but he allowed the other to do as he liked. The dirt and the like would finally give way to reveal the mostly shallow scrapes and cuts, and it didn't look like they were infected. He would still watch the healer work, noting how he was careful not to use too much water, or to scrub the sore areas. Quick, nimble, never dallying. Probably the mark of a good healer.
He wouldn't know.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 5:43 pm
The more he worked, the more the boy seemed to relax. He gave a soft, almost sigh through his nose and dunked the rag into the water to clean it before repeating the process. Yes, there was a pair of arms beneath this dirt, it seemed. Fenferari allowed himself to focus on his task and that pacified him. Only when he had moved on to the second arm did he choose to speak.
"The coughing is a good sign. Healthy. You should allow yourself to cough to get the dust out. Obviously not too hard, lest you strain something else." He was speaking to Goran's arms, the soft gray of his eyes evaluating each exposed cut and scrape. "You may have some fluid, and that is alright as well. If your lungs are still rejecting, you're healing. Where I come from, we get a lot of miner's cough. You'll be alright now here."
There. The cleaning was done. He dropped the rag into the pail and took up the jar now. As Goran had suspected, it was the numbweed, the smell unmistakable as he cranked open the top. He dipped his fingers in and reached to spread the salve over the wounded areas, hoping this would bring some comfort to the other man. Maybe that was why he was so cranky? He doubted it somehow. But perhaps this could help.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:20 pm
His eyes would narrow slowly at the unexpected advice on taking care of himself, bristling despite the fact the other was a healer. Perhaps it had to do with a matter of age; it was harder to sometimes take advice from one younger than you. Or maybe he simply didn't like being told what to do. The other wouldn't meet his eyes, though, didn't give him a chance to do anything though his fingers twitched. At least they didn't quite curl into fists.
Numbweed... Yes, he could smell it. Made his skin crawl when it was slathered across his forearms, and he considered putting a boot to the other's chest to shove him back. Soon enough, though, he could hardly feel a thing, and the man would grunt a little deep in his throat. Well. He wasn't sure how to feel, confusion mingled with irritation to the point that he wasn't sure he wanted to stay in the room much longer.
He rose slowly to his feet, unconsciously looming above the other before he stepped to the side and began to move. Hesitation, a faint nod... but he had already crossed the room with his long stride. He'd disappear out the door at this rate--hopefully before the boy could say another word.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:29 pm
Rari certainly didn't mean to offend the other with his words, nor was he aware that he had. It was a surprise to him when the other got up in the middle of his work, looking up at the other man for the first time in a while. At first he had followed the shift with his fingers until it became too much a height to reach and snapped him out of his concentration. The other was headed for the door, and the healer only managed to gain his voice when the other was nearly gone.
"Wait!" He called, dark brows hitched to display his own confusion. "I wasn't quite finished yet..." He added lamely, holding up the small roll of rags that must have been bandaged, upon closer inspection.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:00 pm
...What?
Confusion finally outweighed his sense of urgency, and the boy's tone was enough to make him turn. Wait? And then he saw the wraps, felt himself shift awkwardly and scratch at his head a little. Right. Bandages to keep them clean. Resisting the urge to rub at his face a little with exasperation at himself, Goran debated, and then slowly stepped back towards the other. Wouldn't look at him, was still a little embarrassed... and that much more gruff, because of it. An arm would ruefully extend itself out for wrapping, though he said not a word.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 2:19 pm
He wouldn't really allow his relief to show as the other moved to return. He didn't know why it had concerned him so much- maybe leaving a job undone just made him panicky. In any case, he moved quickly to finish up his patchwork job, beginning to wrap up the proffered arm.
"Sorry..." He said quietly, although he wasn't sure what for. Inconveniencing the other? Talking to him? Nothing he was sincerely sorry for. But somehow it felt like the other needed an apology with how fidgety he was acting toward everything. Somewhere he must have been wronged.
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