Naiya walks in tentatively, and at the first whiff of the sterile odor she shudders. "I've /never/ gotten, nor will I ever /get/, used to that smell," she mutters. "Um… What do you think the matter is with me?"
N'andi walks into the infirmary, from the commons cavern.
N'andi has arrived.
Syra leads Naiya back over towards one of the exam rooms, nodding as an apprentice is sent off in search of the on-call Healer. "I dunno, Naiya, I'm not a healer. What'd y'do while y'were gone? Never heard of goin' between doin' this sorta thing t'a weyrling."
Naiya hms softly, trying to remember. "Well… Um… The last thing I remember was… Falling asleep, after doing something… can't remember what… But… Um, I think I may have been, um… drinking."
Practically stomping into the infirmary, the only pregnant Assistant Weyrling Master doesn't look too pleased in the least. Eyes looking and ears listening, she finally hears the name she wants and heads over in that direction. Glaring at the girl, and obviously not at Syra whom she has the curtisy basically not to notice, she doesn't wait a single moment. "Where in /Faranath's/ name were you?" She catches this last big of information. "And Weyrlings are /NOT/ supposed to be /drinking/!"
Naiya gulps at the sight of this angry woman. "Um… Are… are you N'andi?" she asks meekly, probably at the wrong time. "Um, I was at Western! And… If what Athan said was true, and I really do trust him, I was drinking because I hurt him." Sure, it's a lame excuse, but N'andi, being a female as well, /has/ to understand where she's coming from with guy trouble. Right…?
Syra heaves yet another sigh, turning to eye N'andi dismally. "I already tried that… she doesn't know. Dunno what happens, but… Faranth, either she's gotten real good at pretendin', 'r she forgot a lot of stuff. An' *where*'s th' healer?"
N'andi hisses under her breath, looking towards Syra for a moment before straitening up and placing a hand on her stomach which seems to have the /slightest/ buldge to it. "Yes I'm N'andi." She snaps. "And I don't care if you were having men troubles. Weyrlings are /not/ /to/ /drink/! /AT ALL/! Neither should they be having relations!" My my. Tempermental? Finally she looks towards Syra and just blinks. "What?"
Naiya sighs softly. "Please, Ma'am, let me explain," she says quietly. "I don't remember anything, except vaguely the night prior yesterday morning, before yesterday, back until I was Searched by Western."
Syra offers a little shrug, then blinks. "Searched at Western? Who? Dear… y'been here fer comin' on two turns, now. Grummith's lifemate fer a turn' an' some change. What're'ya talkin' about?"
N'andi's other hand retreats to her temple, rubbing it gently. "Naiya isn't it?" She asks a bit calmer, remembering what the healer told her about getting upset. Upset bad. "Explain yourself clearly and well. I can't gaurentee you won't get at least double chores however…" Yess.. calm Andi..
Naiya nods weakly in response to both of the older women. "Yes, Weyrwoman, so I've been told… But I don't think I'd've remembered drinking at all if it hadn't been a lot." She's not sure, as her words state so obliquely. "Um… I can't really explain much other than that I was drinking and woke up the next morning with no idea where I was." Sighing at her plight, her expression turns forlorn. "I wish I knew what happened… but I don't. All I know was that I thought I should be at Western and knew I wasn't, so… I went there."
N'andi narrows her eyes, looking at Naiya critically. Remember Andi, calm and nice and cheerful…. After a few moments her resolve breaks and she shakes her head. "Why did you shardding drink so much in the first place? The ammount you must've drunk to achieve… /this/ is idiotic! Tripple chores when you're able for them, young lady." And the chore list is likely to get longer if she even mutters a word..
Syra paces to the end of the examination bed then back again, shaking her head. "I should be with Arolaeth… y'know she's gettin' close t'her time… an' I gotta be *here*." Turning back to Naiya, she frowns equally harshly. "Even if y'don't remember, gettin' that drunk is no excuse.. s'bad enough in itself." To N'andi is murmured, "Calm," before she continues in a lower voice towards Naiya, "Y'don't remember anythin' else? No circumstance? What 'bout that Athan boy?"
N'andi glowers at Syra silently. But she shouldn't put it past that lady to know about her "condition" so soon after she found out herself. "Calm my rear end…" Is muttered silently, moving her glower to Naiya instead.
Naiya nods, biting her lip, perhaps to fend of tears, to N'andi, then shakes her head in Syra's direction. "Not really. Athan told me that I was forced to choose between him and this T'vor, and that he kind of made it plain that he wasn't going to accept it if I chose him. So I had to choose T'vor." She shrugs, still not knowing who T'vor /is/. "And I liked Athan, cared a lot for him, and hated that I hurt him, I guess… And that must have been when I started drinking." Sighing once more over the situation, she looks more exhausted, more deflated, defeated than she has in a very long time.
N'andi glowers at Syra silently. But she shouldn't put it past that lady to know about her "condition" so soon after she found out herself. "Calm my rear end…" Is muttered silently, moving her glower to Naiya instead, eye slits growing thinner and thinner as Naiya spurts out her story. "And how long did you have this relationship with this Athan boy going? And did it ever occur to you that he maybe /wanted/ you to drink that much? /Think/ before you act, girl." Yeah. She's the kind and understanding female mother type today. Really.
Naiya shakes her head. "No!" she shouts, before her face contorts into a look of regret. "I'm, I'm sorry. No, no, Athan wouldn't want me to get drunk. He's too /nice/ for that. And he… he loves me." Saying this with such conviction might be a leap of faith, buuut… "All that happened prior to my decision was a kiss, N'andi. Um… But, uh, last night… Erm…" Blushing brightly, she bites her lip and covers her face in her hands.
Syra presses her hand to her forehead, and finally responds, "It'll be a wonder if Grummith comes outta this alright… Faranth knows the mess this's gonna cause fer him. There *is* a reason weyrlings aren't allowed t'do that stuff." The last is accompanied by a hard look up at Naiya, followed by a more firm, "*Calm*," towards N'andi.
N'andi now crosses her arms over her chest, Syra once again ignored completely after a sharp. "I don't /want/ to be calm!" Is hissed to the WeyrWoman, before looking back to Naiya again. "Four times the chores, young lady. There is a very good reason why weyrlings are not allowed to drink. And love or not in Weyrlinghood you /obey/ the /rules/." And once more her eyes narrow. "What happened last night?" Is asked in a dangerously low tone.
Naiya jumps at the furious greenrider's words. "Y-y-yes, Ma'am!" she says, swallowing hard and nodding vigorously. "I… I understand." As for the question… Hope N'andi doesn't mind multiplying the chores again. "Well, um… Athan, well… Um… He and I… well… um…" She can't say it, she just can't. Who can blame her? "We… well, you know."
"N'andi! That is *enough*!" Syra snaps, a surprisingly loud tone of voice from the weyrwoman. "Go calm down… I'll take care of this fer now.. when yer calm, y'can come back." And that's that, apparently. Reaching out for Naiya's shoulder, she coaxes softer, "Did he put pressure on y'to… do it with him? Make y'feel obligated, like?"
"You /WHAT/?" Is exclaimed from N'andi before her head snaps to Syra in surprise. Her mouth works for a few moments but nothing comes out in turn. Shutting her mouth she turns around and heads right out the way she came. Oh, a little quiet time and she'll be as good as new… though the chores do stick…
N'andi has left.
Naiya just sighs as she watches N'andi go, then shakes her head weakly in answer to Syra's question before suddenly that spark ignites again and she yells, "No! Stop acting like Athan would do something like that! He may have been a little drunk, but he was /still/ perfectly nice. He gave me this ring," she says, holding up her left hand and displaying the Celtic-like symbol, "as a symbol of his love. And I was perfectly willing. I didn't instigate it, but I let it happen."
Syra hardens, drawing herself up as green eyes narrow faintly. "Watch yerself, weyrling. I'm tryin' t'help you, but don'cha ferget who I am, an' who you are. A weyrlin' in some *serious* trouble. Now if y'don't feel like scrubbin' clean every inch of th' weyrlin' caverns by yerself, yer gonna keep a civil tongue in yer head." Taking a deep breath, she dutifully eyes the ring, then raises her gaze back up to Naiya. "Gotta admit, I don't know much 'bout T'vor an' you, but I think y'need t'talk t'him when he gets back."
Naiya nods a little. "Yes, Weyrwoman," she murmurs softly, finally starting to crumble since N'andi left. Sitting down on a cot, she covers her face with her hands as her shoulders start to convulse with inaudible sobs. "Why?" she mumbles, the exact question impossible to understand, but it doesn't matter. The one word is all that's needed.