Monaco Bay Weyr - Infirmary
A long series of caves, each well lit with electric lights and featuring walls and floors laborously chipped smooth. A triage cavern/waiting room serves as the nexus between the doorway to the lower caverns and the tunnel leading to the infirmary weyr and is furnished with a soft rug, comfortable chairs, and a bookshelf with books to read while waiting. To the one side of this central area is an emergency surgery cave: steel-topped cabinets on wheels situated around a central table, with a sink and storage cabinet. To the other side, narrow man-made hallway links the healer's office, a small staff conference room, an examination cave, another surgery room, a storage cave, and several caves set aside for those patients who need to stay in the infirmary for an extended period of time.
The major doorway that leads out into the clearing beyond is a heavy one that rivals the sturdiness of the one guarding the Commons Cavern's main entrance. Put in to hold out the foulest weather, it generally stands open except in the worst of storms, a small bell on its far side allowing for letting in of stragglers who were too late to be let in the main doors.
It is early afternoon, and S'van is stuck inside. He's perched (as much as a six-and-a-half feet tall bronzerider can "perch") on a cot, looking bored out of his mind as he awaits assessment, or dismissal, or something from an official Healer-type person. His right arm is in a sling, and though he looks a little bruised and banged up, the rest of the injuries appear superficial at best. Lucky; that's what he was, having fallen quite a distance when a routine training exercise turned into a freak accident (thank you crazy weather). But now? He's just bored. And very out of place.
It a little girl that accompanies S'u into the infirmary, maybe 6 or 7, the girls' dark hair pulled back into a runner tail which clearly shows a slowly appearing black eye, while she also cradles her left arm with her other. "Well, Saelli.." S'u sighs, glancing around as he waits for a healer to come get the little girl, nodding to the rather unfamiliar but -very noticeable- bronzerider sitting on a cot. "Someone isn't going to be there to catch you.. you know.." And looking away, 'Ali is going to kill me', is murmured under his breathe as a Healer finally appears through a curtain.
Watching apprentices walk back and forth in front of him (and completely ignoring him) but not be /as boring/ as watching paint dry, but pretty darn close. Which means that S'van's attention seizes upon the arrival of the pair, grey eyes going from man to child and back again in rapid succession. A return nod, and a slight curl comes to the corner of his mouth in an expression that is half amusement and half sympathy. Finger-wave to the little girl, if she should happen to catch his eye, from the hand in the sling. Clearly, nothing wrong with his wrist. "Did she fall?" because while curiosity might've killed the cat… Sev apparently didn't get that memo.
Saelli happens to catch that movement, the little girl looking from the big bronzerider with his sling to her arm, and then back to S'van, brightening up just a little. "Daddy.. Am I going to have an arm holder like him?" At that moment, the healer closes the distance, giving S'van an almost apologetic look before he is ducking to be more on the girl's level. "You might, lets go take a look, ok?" And he is steering her towards the closest empty cot. S'u watches them, but as they don't go far, his attention switches back to S'van with a sigh and what could be a roll of the eyes. "From her pony, of all things. Trying to stand on its back." And then, he is giving the other rider another look, and frowning slightly. "Uhm, I'm sorry if you were waiting on him.." The healer who was just waylaid that is.
The arrival of the healer gets a chin-jut of greeting from S'van, though he seems not at all discouraged when the attention goes from him to the little girl instead. The explanation brings a soft "Ah," and that half-grin turns a bit wry. "Good pony, for letting her," at least Sev is assuming that it let her, though the alternative has that smile turning somewhat skeptical. "And yeah, but it's fine," he adds quickly, shrugging his one good shoulder in easy dismissal. "Just here for a follow-up; nothing that can't wait a while longer." A half beat and he offers, "I'm S'van. And the bronze stalking around outside growing at everyone is my Aedeluth."
The Healer at least to be keeping the girl calm as he checks her over, though Saelli is rather happy to continue to chatter at him, asking if she will get to match the bronzerider like a grownup throughout the whole checkup. S'u spares his daughter a glance, before laughing softly at S'van's comment. "Well, I was assured it wasn't a trick pony. I think there will need to be a discussion." But then, glancing around, he snags a spare chair, settling into it. "I was starting to wonder who he belonged too.." It is only then, that he remembers his manners. "S'u, bronze Tzettenvonth's. You.. look familiar." At least it doesn't seem to be in a bad way.
S'van spares a glance and a grin of somewhat dry amusement for Saelli's desire to 'match' him, grown-up or not. "No doubt," for the discussion. "Having your arm in a sling is only fun for a little while. Then it's just a pain the a— tail." Censored! As for Aedeluth? There's a grimace now, a bit of a wince that comes with a knowing, wry sort of expression and a glance in the general direction of where the beast lurks, despite walls that separate him from view. "Yeah… I'd say he's just upset about the situation but… he's kinda always like that," is confessed in a manner that suggests fondness as well as resignation for his lifemate's habits. He's a grumpy-bronze, but he's Sev's grumpy bronze. "Nice to meet you… even if it's not under the best circumstances," comes on the heels of the introduction, though there's a bit of hesitation and consideration for the mention of familiarity. "Maybe I just have one of those faces? I mean, I kinda float around to various Wing-things when necessary. I fly with Archipelago, in Half Moon Bay," he offers. "Search and Rescue."
A hand waves off S'van's grimace with a soft chuckle. "He isn't the first, and he probably won't be the last. Honestly, I almost prefer the silent lurkers to the ones that loom. They are the ones you don't necessarily expect.. and I'm not used to looking up, when I've visiting somewhere else." S'u spares a glance towards Saelli and her healer, who is currently carefully applying numbweed to the bruise on her face, before gaze slips back to S'van, and the weyrsecond is finally shrugging. "Must be. I don't know, otherwise. I feel like I see so many people and usually don't have names to put to faces."
"Or the ones with no sense of personal privacy," adds S'van to the list of dragon-traits. "Aede's mostly all bark and no bite. And at the very least, I'm the only one who gets to listen to his foul-mouth on a daily basis," which, for some reason, is cause for cheery grins and delight, amusement dancing in those grey eyes of his. "Eh, don't worry about it. I'm pretty terrible with names most of the time. Faces? Well… I usually at least recognize that I recognized someone," he declares with another of those grins. Amusement! Clearly his arm is not bothering him so badly today, if he can keep on smiling like a dang fool. But there is a half-second pause before he asks, all casual-like, "Should I be saluting you, or something?" Cause /maybe/ he caught the knot on his shoulder or, (if it is absent), /maybe/ that bronze of his has decided to clue him in that he's around leadership. And he is a foreign visitor, of a sort.
"Thankfully, Tzett is far more happy to share -his own- stories with anyone that will listen, rather than mine.. especially with the number of times I've found whim with a group of half a dozen visiting dragons, going on and on." S'u shakes his head, and then as S'van asks that oh-so-casual question, there is a groan from the older man, and he is shaking his head. "Shards, please don't. Especially in here." S'u spares a glance at Saelli as the healer is going through cabinets for supplies, before glancing back at S'van. "Save your salutes for the Weyrleaders, I am good." He repeats again, though he is now stuck with an awkward embarrassed look on his face, which lingers before he clears his throat. "I hope you've been treated well enough, while you've been stuck here?"
There is definitely a good natured groan at the mention of stories. "Lucky," decides S'van. "Aede was only too happy to spill the details of my life when we were weyrlings. He's toned it down but…" but the grimace says it all. Oh, the challenges of dragons! And 'riders, though there's a low, short huff of laughter for the shaking head and declination of formality. "Works for me. Wouldn't be much good at it anyhow," and he gives the sling-strap a bit of a pinch with his fingers to indicate his incapacitation. "if I see 'em, I'll be sure to be on my best behavior," he decides, only half-teasing about it. He is, after all, a visitor here. "Oh yeah, definitely," he says in quick assurance, glancing around the infirmary. "The Healer's've been great. And honestly; I'm in debt to the couple of the Deluge riders too, for their quick thinking. It could've been a lot worse," and, seeming to realize that S'u might not know what he's talking about, Sev adds, "Busted up my shoulder in a training accident here. Kinda lucky it was just the shoulder. But I guess if I'm gonna fall off a cliff, doing it with two Search and Rescue wings present is the time to do it." Dry amusement comes easily, in both tone and expression, if just to keep the mood light.
"I mean, weyrlinghood was a whole different story, but he's had over twenty-five turns to settle down." S'u is saying in what he hopes is a reassuring tone, giving the younger man a smile. "Thankfully, Ali hadn't Impressed yet, so my secrets from then have been and will be safe." Or so he thinks. The healer has progressed to a soft wrap on Saelli's wrist, quietly explaining to the girl (who is getting slightly antsy), about what he is doing, and S'u, meanwhile, is left staring at S'van's sling. "Where in Faranth's name is the report on -that- one.." He mutters, this time the red rising in his cheeks having nothing to do with embarrassment. "Well, I am -very glad- you are ok." Much softly, "And someone -else- is also getting a talking to about what happens when people fall."
"Yeaaaah, I was not so lucky. Let's just say… I had a lot to share, and now a lot of people it's been shared with," in dry, amusement for those trying times. Sev 's free hand slips into the sling, briefly scratching idly at an itchy spot beneath the canvas. "Oh! Oh, well…" for that report, a frown drawing across his face briefly. "I'm sure there is one," at least he hopes there is. "But it wasn't anyone's fault, either," and he'll stick to that for the rest of his days. "Part of the job," or some such. Because it was. "I mean, if you need a statement, I'm happy to give one. Or, something… I dunno. What's the protocol for this? My Wing already knows," cause they were there, "And Half Moon probably knows," cause he's assuming someone told those that needed to be told. Cue awkward moment. "So uh. Not a trick pony, hm?" When in doubt, change the subject?
"Ahh." Pause. "Well, you made it.. and I can't think of many people who would probably want to pick a fight with you over it?" S'u seems unsure of what to say, even as he is waving off the talk of reports and statements. "I am sure it is -somewhere-, with someone, though at this point.." Maybe S'u's opinion of some people isn't great, don't mind him much. As the matter of the pony pops back up, S'u is just sighing shaking his head. "Supposedly. It was a gift from Ali's cousin, and he -swore- it is the most placid pony in the entire world, perfect for her to learn to ride. Now I'm not so sure." Muttering. "Traders." A peek over his shoulder to make sure Saelli is still occupied - she is - S'u is adding. "Ali once.. well. She used to do runner tricks. Before. And I think someone must have told Saelli when she was with her family last winter."
S'van is happy enough to leave the subject of lost (or simply misplaced) reports alone. Heck, he seems pleased to turn the subject away from him and back to ponies that may-or-may not be trick-ponies. "If he let her stand on him, sounds like he's at least somewhat tolerant of crazy child-behavior," he says in what is likely meant to be reassurance. "And hey; at least she's not deathly afraid of runners? Some of my sisters kids? They'd probably scream their heads off just getting near 'em."
"That's what worries me, I don't know anything about ponies other than I don't want my daughter standing on their back or doing handstands or whatever it was that they do back at her grandparents." S'u is a bit huffy about the whole situation, it seems, given the grumbling. "I think I'd rather have her be terrified.. I mean, they are like stupid dragons, that you don't know what they are thinking." Ok, someone doesn't just not know runners. And then, the Healer seems to have finished whatever he was doing, for he is leading a Saelli - girl wearing a sling matching S'van's back to the area. "Look, daddy!" She declares proudly, way less bothered by her injury than the grownup. S'u blinks at the sling, and then at S'van, not sure whether to laugh or fuss.
"Stupid dragons," repeats S'van, both amused and in agreement with that sentiment. But there's empathy for the grumpy-concern, and he's only mostly joking when he offers, "Aede could always eat him? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time…" and there's a dry sort of smirk for the memory. At least his voice was pitched low enough that little ears were unlikely to hear him offering death to her (possibly beloved) pony. So it's just an friendly and appraising smile for the return of Saelli in her sling. "At least they heal quick," he offers as consolation. "No more pony-jumping," he teases her in a mock-stern expression. "Trust me, the sling is only fun until you realize you can't do anything else with it on. Like go swimming. Or climb trees." Does she like those things? He has no idea, but he's /trying/ to be helpful. And maybe failing. "And I really hope I'm next," he adds with a glance to the healer, "because this thing is making me sweat like crazy."
It is all S'u can do to choke back laughter at S'van's offer, looking a bit guilty as he shakes his head, mouthing over the little girl's head "Someone would kill me.." And probably not quick-like via dragon nom. Saelli gives S'van a wide-eyed look, "No climbing trees?" And then she is pouting a little holding up her good arm to S'u, who is scooping her up carefully. "Thank you.." He offers to the Healer, who is already turning to S'van, who gets a "Good luck!" from the Weyrsecond, and he is turning to head out. "Now, what are we going to tell your mother.." He asks softly as they disappear out the door.