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Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:14 pm


It was raining outside. This fact only mildly upset Uuni's day.

The nice thing about a Weyr, Ista Weyr in particular, was its in-the-earth location. It was always one, nice constant temperature, and last Uuni had checked, it failed to rain indoors.

It was also a good day because Avery had gone home, and Uuni did not have to worry about her. Freedom! Oh, happy days.

And it was only natural that on her free days, Uuni was going to make someone else's life a living hell grace Roka with her presence. Humming a light tune as she walked, she took the assumption that Roka would be in her office.

It was the only natural place to find someone obsessed with someone else's lives. Locked up in a room listening to endless bitching. It was a wonder the woman wasn't insane by now. But, that's what she was here for! Uuni was going to get Roka out of that office and doing something ridiculous in a flash. Even if she had to drag the woman out via physical force. A nice lie/excuse would work, too.

Eyeing the door for a moment, she determined it safe and gave a knock before leaning her back on the nice underground wall near the door to wait out the few moments that would follow.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 12:53 pm


The room looked like a section of a brand new doll house. As if the shelves had just been painted on the walls, books and all, and the furniture had just been crafted and placed there recently, mixed in with some old hand-me-down chairs not in such immaculate condition. Roka would point out those chairs were occupied by her patients. They alone were witnesses to the deranged, raging, narcissistic types of people she dealt with every day. (And that was only naming a few of them; the list was endless!) How sad the wounds time was said to heal were only emotional. She wouldn't mind some self-repairing furniture.

But at least the woe of the hatching had all but ceased. The green light turned on and people continued with their lives--and some, with their dragons--and they went on. The lull was temporary. Friends were losing friends, family was losing family. All because of the same stupid, rash decision...

"Another Weyr!" Roka seethed, scribbling on the paper an image of a firelizard. The picture was acceptable in that it looked like what it was supposed to be, but she wouldn't be wowing anyone with it any time soon. It served no purpose other than to vent. Uncertain was she why she was so agitated. She spent too much time reasoning why other people felt how they did to waste more of her time bothering with her own emotional logic.

Something about this just didn't sit well with her. Everyone just jumping ship when things got bad. Where was the loyalty?! Maybe she saw a bit of herself in this situation, a little voice in her head told her. She'd been a transfer herself, after all. Roka told that voice to shut up. Last thing she needed was to have some mental problem only a mindhealer could fix. Since she was the mindhealer, she'd have to fix her own problem. It was one big paradox, and--

Roka looked up, not so much surprised by the knock as startled. Walk-in visits were more common than scheduled these days. Pad of paper still in hand, she rose and walked to the door.

Creeeek. The rusted handle turned almost omniously.

How appropriate, Roka thought. Very befitting...

"Oh, Uuni. What a surprise. Please, come in."

Hopefolly

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Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 1:48 pm


There was enough oil in the Weyr to sink a ship, and Roka couldn't even bother to put it on her door handle? She must have been insanely busy lately or she just didn't believe in oil. Uuni had have a mind to ---

Shoving her weight off the wall with her shoulderblades, Uuni took the time to eye Roka's stationary. Oh, no. Definitely not.

"Surprised?" she asked with a grin, but remained on her side of the door. "Really?" Uuni would put full marks on the fact that Roka had expected to see her again. Or, then, maybe she was honestly surprised that she'd picked today to do it.

"Oh, no. No, no, no," Uuni said with a grin. "I'm not going in there. I'll get eaten alive by questions and a beautiful, dark-skinned woman telling me I'm insane. This is my session today and we're going outside the looming, underground cave that's your home. Have you eaten anything? You look stressed."

Uuni felt as though if she kept this up, she was going to get a slap on her other cheek. It would be worth it.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:39 pm


Roka mustered up all her willpower to refrain from sighing. Not this again. Sounding more accommodating than ever, she began the routine chore of diverting her patient's attention away from such social conquests, "As I'm sure you're aware, Uuni, dragons don't search people if they're unsound in the head. While I wouldn't argue you've got certain issues, if you were insane, you wouldn't have been elected for candidacy." Now that that was settled...

The mindhealer had to stop and think. Had she eaten yet? She remembered meaning to, at least, much earlier before another lost soul had drifted in to seek her advisement. The musings didn't take longer than one or two seconds, and the conclusion was that she wasn't obligated to answer that question. She wasn't the one who sat in those worn down chairs. "I don't like stressed, I look older. Same as mental stability, youth is required for someone of your title. Since most of the older women look like men, you've probably seen them without knowing it. I appreciate the concern for my welfare, but less we forget, you're my patient. Not the other way around. You seem like you're doing better, and I would hope since you haven't come to see me in some time I'm right, but I also hope you understand why this is incredibly taboo."

Yeah. Take that. Fancy wording and social repercussion threats.

Hopefolly

Familiar Celebrant


Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 3:02 pm


Roka had started on one of her morality essays. Uuni wasn't particularily fond of them. They made about as much sense to her as Roka did, which was none at all. "Wait, what?"

"Uh-huh, okay, Roka. What is this title you're talking about?" Hold on a second. Was this a diversion? Roka hadn't answered the question.

Uuni was inevitably distracted by the mention of taboo. This got a laugh out of her. As if she cared about taboo. "Oh for Faranth's sake I'm not asking you out on a date. Taboo my a**. There were a bunch of girl's dressing up some guy's bronze dragon the other day with your clothes. That's gotta be high on the taboo list." It was a brilliant comeback. Almost as good as what was coming next.

"Besides, there's that whole thing that goes 'help yourself before you help other people'. That's how it goes, right?" She debated this for a second, her brows furrowed and a heavy sigh following shortly thereafter.

"You hungry or not?" That was a very bad way to word it, Uuni realized afterwards. Roka could easily say 'not' and her whole brilliant plan would be ruined. s**t. She wasn't sure if she wanted to sit through another Roka session.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 3:22 pm


If anything, Roka made too much sense. Far too much sense for the people she knew in this Weyr! She resented all accusations otherwise and would have hammered away at them had Uuni dared saying any aloud. "Being a candidate is a title, Uuni," the older woman translated. "An important one. You get a dragon, and you have more rules to follow than ever." It was so frustrating to have to decipher everything she said to these people. --Yeah, that was a good name for them. These people.

"Shards! I knew it was them!" Actions spoke louder than words, but both Roka's vocals and movement was doing plenty of talking. She threw her arms up in the air, frustrated. That pair of Holdspawn was responsible all along! Were they ever going to get it now that she knew there were witnesses! "Those girls are thieves, and Xanthoth is a willing participant because he'll take the attention of anything woman and breathing." She almost added 'like you' to the end, but stopped herself.

Some candidates (she assumed since everyone of age was), sped up their pace as they walked by the bickering pair. Yeah, you best keep on going. Roka fled her thoughts and centered back in on the world around her. "No, I'm not hungry. But I'll go with you if you agree to treat this more like a session and less like a social fling."

Compromise was a magical word. (And she wouldn't admit to herself she missed being outside this one room.)

Hopefolly

Familiar Celebrant


Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 3:50 pm


The fun stopped as soon as Roka blew her lid. It wasn't as though Uuni was scared; far from it. Her sister threw worse threats than this. It was part of what made Roka fun. But now she'd crossed the line, and it was a bit startling.

She had never seen Roka get out of hand. Uuni had stepped out of line various times in the past, and the beauty of Roka was that it never so much as made her bat an eye. It almost seemed a game, 'Who could break Roka the fastest?'

Swallowing whatever words that were in her throat, and the smile went with it, Uuni willingly untensed her muscles and took in a slow breath.

"You. . . I didn't expect to strike a nerve." Shards and a thousand other cursewords. Was that worse to say than 'I didn't mean to?' Both had about as much merit.

Eyes cast elsewhere, she nodded. Everything was suddenly a bit less funny. "So, seventy percent session and thirty percent social fling?" she offered, the corners of her lips curling in an attempt to get Roka to grin to the pathetic joke as well.

The woman really needed to smile more. Uuni followed with another swallow. "I'm sorry I'm pulling you out of your comfort zone." But it would be good for her. Uuni was insistent on that fact. It would be.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:14 am


Wasn't this a predicament? Like wildfire, Roka considered all the things she could do. It was a pressing matter that had to be handled more cautiously if only because she wasn't entirely sure what she'd done wrong at first. Wasn't her outburst warranted? Uuni shouldn't have assumed herself the target.

The time it took Roka to make her choice was but a second; one second more than she'd have liked. "No, you didn't," she said. "That was probably unnecessary, but I wasn't yelling because of you. That prankster has just been very troublesome." Sometimes, when she let herself, she'd overlook how she was becoming sort of an icon. Minimally, perhaps, but still a representation of what it meant to be what she was. No more would she grant herself public fits of temper where her patients could see.

But she had to wonder... Was Uuni even a patient anymore?

"Eighty-twenty," Roka said, and her voice left no room for debate. She'd make it ten if she had to! "Lead the way then, I suppose."

Hopefolly

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Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:24 am


For being so good with the mind, Uuni couldn't help but to think Roka was a horrible liar. Well, one couldn't be good at everything, right?

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Uuni agreed begrudgingly to eighty-twenty. For coming with full intention of getting one-hundred percent social fling, Uuni thought she was coming out of this rather empty handed.

Despite this, she gave Roka an even bigger smile after. Leading was something she was fully capable of! There was not a moment wasted as she headed for the kitchens.

"You pick a spot for our session; I'm gonna grab some klah," she uttered as the local came into view.

It would give her a few more moments to focus on a plan of action. Not waiting to see if Roka was going to listen to her or not, Uuni stole off into the kitchens to partially beg and partially take as much food as she could carry.

She improvised a cutting board as a large plate and grabbed whatever she thought Roka would like and started piling it on. When she was finished, it was a recipe for disaster. There was a very minute chance she was getting the two cups of klah and some juice (because, really, what did Roka like to drink?) back to whatever place they'd end up sitting at.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:37 am


In Roka's humble opinion, twenty was too much. Allowing herself to think on it any longer just didn't seem reasonable, though. It didn't matter what number she spat out, or what statistics Uuni agreed to, because she planned to be one hundred percent mindhealer and nothing less. Grunt work came with the job more than common folk would surmise, but so did being in charge of the when and where details. Uuni was truly deluded enough to be marked as a subject if she thought she was calling the shots beyond what Roka would have done of her own accord. Hmph.

The location of choice was a well crafted bench. An ideal location, if she said so herself; set in the middle of the hall where plenty of people passed, but no one stopped. Right across from a window, too, overlooking the sands and the waters. Maybe there would be more eggs soon...

"Uuni, how are you doing as a candidate lately?" Roka inquired when the younger woman made her encore arrival. She stood up to take some of the eatable cargo at random, simply with the intent to lighten the load. "I suspect we'll have another clutch not too long from now."

Hopefolly

Familiar Celebrant


Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:50 am


Uuni ignored Roka at first. If she tried to think, the whole entourage was going to come toppling down. It wobbled just a touch before Uuni finally set it down and pushed it in Roka's direction.

The important part was that Roka was outside that room and she was eating. Maybe Uuni was more successful than she'd thought she'd been.

"Is that a fling question or a session question?" Taking a small, still hot piece of bread, she spread herself out on the bench and took the time to stare out at the sands.

"Well, I dunno, Roka. I've always gotten my stuff done. I've been celibate the last month and a half if that's what you're asking." Hadn't done any old guys, or fellow candidates.

Her eyes hadn't yet left the sands. A small piece of the loaf burned her fingers and she quickly stuck it into her mouth to chew. "Yeah. Last one," she echoed Roka for a moment before glancing back towards the woman.

"What's that a drawing of on your paper?" Because obviously it couldn't be anything but a drawing if it was so globular.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:09 pm


Eating? Something like that. Roka was paying the courtesy of at least sampling the food. In due time, it reminded her what hunger was and did her the courtesy of alerting her she was indeed feeling it. Chowing down wouldn't be any better an example than shouting, so she ate slowly after the fact. No more food in your mouth before you speak, the mindhealer reminded herself. Manners, like most things, was a quirk she'd mastered with practice and time.

"It's not what I was asking," she retorted. Did a mighty good job of not sounding offended, too, although she couldn't stop herself from adding, "But it was my next question, so I suppose we've saved some time by you answering in it advance." Neither had she looked away from the sands until just then, at which point she nearly cursed aloud.

As a child she had a horrid habit of shoving things into her pockets and forgetting about them. Trying to fix it had only gotten her advanced to a point where she just carried them instead without noticing. "Firelizard." She held the paper out Uuni's way. "If you ever feel like knocking a door down, just rip this instead."

Sharding grown man child thinking her office was his playground. She swore people weren't this stupid before she'd picked up this line of work. Wasn't it about time to pay up on that twenty percent?

"I was a candidate once. At another Weyr."

That had to be ten, if not fifteen points.

Hopefolly

Familiar Celebrant


Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:22 pm


Uuni wasn't sure she understood Roka's point. Candidates were shipped out to do numerous chores and she'd gotten them done, but she always had, so that couldn't have been what Roka was asking. She was at a break in the road because she had absolutely no idea what Roka was asking.

Luckily, she didn't really have to answer it. Roka was so easily distracted, hah!

Uuni reached over to take the paper and stopped halfway. Ever feel like knocking down a door? "Why would I knock down a door?" She'd taken the time to swallow down what she'd been eating before speaking and now she could stare at Roka in disbelief.

"I don't even think I . . . could knock down a door." The last five words were spaced out a great deal as she tried to think between each one.

The last line knocked her off course. When had the playing field switched to Roka putting her off guard?! This was not fair!

She had a firelizard picture, a statement about knocking down doors, and a little piece of Roka's life to work with. Bad odds.

"You didn't Impress?" This was knew news to Uuni. "I would think that a bitchy little green would suck you up. Maybe a gold." Actually, yeah, Roka was perfect gold candidate. Maybe she didn't Impress because the woman was essentially boring.

Why did she bring it up now of all times? How was it even relevant? "What did it feel like, not, uh . . . " How did she phrase this without sounding like an a**? "There's a good chance that I'm going home this year, Roka. It would be nice to know what it's like to have to walk away." At this point, Uuni was crossing her fingers in hopes that the awkward silence would never come.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:35 pm


Didn't Impress? Roka was the one not impressed right now. She only gazed at her for the time being. If she'd said anything it would been something not-very-professional. (Probably 'duh'.) For the sake of restraining herself she would assume Uuni had another alternative where she did Impress but some ill-fate had befallen her dragon. As for the commentary, well, she could handle it. You'd think some bitchy little green or gold would have picked her. Be it for balance or similarity would depend on the turn.

"It's pretty horrible," Roka admitted. There would be no silence. Just cold, hard truth. "There's stages everyone goes through. It's more a matter of which one you linger. That varies from person to person. You feel like a failure, and some of those feelings best cast aside start showing up more often. Anger, for one. And jealousy. Especially if you have friends who Impressed. It's especially trying if you're a Weyrbrat, given most of them lack any other family to turn to."

Roka paused. Slightly. "But, you accept it and life goes on. You realize it's not the end of the world and find another way to keep yourself busy. --I had a friend whose dragon went between because they couldn't hold themselves back from being a womanizer long enough." Back to that eighty percent. There was much to be done. "It's good you're holding back, but I'm somewhat concerned that just stopping might have a sort of time limit, so to speak. If you Impress, I should hope you're really braced to fight off any built up temptations. It's an unfortunate feminine flaw to want what you can't have the more you can't have it."

Hopefolly

Familiar Celebrant


Kaelyndra

Liberal Streaker

PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:53 pm


Roka being jealous and angry was nothing new. Thinking about it now, Uuni wasn't getting either one from the idea.

"I can do that," she said with a perfectly pulled off fake smile. She could do it, because she did it every day of the week. It didn't make the potential it any less frightening.

"I'm sorry your friend was such an idiot, but I'll be fine, Roka," Uuni assured the other woman with a long sigh as she reached for her klah. She was settling into session-mode. Roka was kicking little painful buttons right and left. Two words: Avoiding subject.

Her eyes went back to the sands. "What do you know about memory supression? Can it keep me from Impressing?" Might as well ask the questions that needed to be asked.

She slowly folded up the firelizard drawing and stuffed it into the belt that held up her skirt. It was better art than she'd ever been able to do.
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