Healer, Meet Chef

Monaco Bay Weyr - Terrace Garden
Neat, even planks form a boardwalk set approximately two feet above the ground. Unfolding to either side of the walk-way flourish the lush tropical gardens of Monaco, either brilliant colors and green well kept with Monaco's near eternal spring. Rare trees mingle amongst interestingly formed as well as common yet attractive trees dot the terraced landscape. Brightly blooming flowers are abundant, their colors ranging from lavender to blue to white and even startingly shades of pink. The large tropical flowers cast their sweet smell over the little alcoves scattered about the garden and heavenly cloying scents waft about. Towards the center of the gardens is a large terrace enclosed with lattice fences, over which blooming vines have been draped. A large dance square and a quiet bar, with a few high tables, have been set up in the gardens as an escape from the hectic rush of the main cavern.

A cool morning breeze wanders through the terrace, ruffling the hair of the Journeyman Healer currently crouching over the flowers. Ysabella's reaches out and gently touches the plants, turning them slightly as she examines one or the other. She has a peaceful look on her face, a small smile curling her lips.

It's just a nice way to start the day, really! Workaholic that he is, it's rare for Isaija to take any time for himself. Yet, here he is, perusing the plants with a chef's keen eye for potential. He's smiling to himself, a basket in hand and a paring knife readily accessible to occasionally clip this leaf or that bud or this other flower for future experiments. He catches sight of the Healer and lifts a hand, fingers wiggling in a friendly greeting.

Ysabella nearly misses the friendly greeting so absorbed is she in the plantlife. She even reacts a little slower than one might expect, staring in Isaija's direction for a moment before realizing he was waving to her. If that was wave? Regardless she nods her head in greeting, "Good morning."

"Good morning!" Isaija's greeting is warm and paired nicely with a dazzling smile. He'd double down on the finger-wiggle wave, but he's on the move - and headed straight to where Ysabella's busy with the plants. "How does the morning find you, Healer?" Earnest curiosity is coupled with a keen interest in the plants that she's near, the cook fairly shameless in leaning in to clip a few leaves from this or that.

Ysabella says, "Well, thank you," Ysabella replies with an answering smile. She's near a patch of basil and daisies. "I hope the morning finds you just as well? You seem busy already.""

The basil is of particular interest to him; a few extra leaves are snitched from those plants. "Oh, you know," Isaija replies, the words teased out a bit. "If I'm not keeping my hands busy, then they'll just get into trouble. I'm the worst, if I don't say so myself." He flashes her a wink and a tilted grin that's every bit as bright as his earlier smile. The basket and knife are shifted around and he holds out a hand in proper greeting, "Isaija. I'm one of the chefs at the resort."

Ysabella seems to perk up at the mention of the resort, shifting so she's out of his way if he had anymore intereest in the plant. "I'm Ysabella, a Healer here at the Weyr. It's a pleasure. I've heard about the resort opening but haven't met anyone working there yet.. not sure they need Healers at a resort."

The man brightens more, somehow, his grin momentarily widening. "The pleasure is all mine, Ysabella. Ah! You should go there sometime on a rest day. If you catch me working, I might be able to sneak you a free appetizer, eh?" Isaija considers, though, and hums a bit at her words. "Of course they would. People are prone to injury, especially when they're running around or they're out in the sun all day…" he seesaws a hand. "It can't hurt to ask one of the ladies in charge, anyway." Headwoman, Weyrwomen, whichever. The ladies know what's up. "Do you have a specialty?"

"I'm a herbalist," she says nodding before chuckling, "Are you sure you wouldn't get in trouble for sneaking me some free food? I wouldn't want to put you on the spot."

"An herbalist! I should have known," Isaija laughs, eyes bright with mirth. "I don't think I've met an herbalist before you, but! It's good to know." As to free food? He flaps a hand dismissively with a grin. "Not at all. I like to experiment with new dishes all the time - but I can only eat so much. So, if you're willing to lend me some help in trying new things? All the better. What kinds of things do you usually like?"

Ysabella looks surprised hearing that he hasn't met another herbalist before. "I'm surprised, I thought you might have already run into one. Oh, what do I like? Mm, I suppose that's true that you can't endlessly be eating your own dishes." She laughs a little, "Though I'm sure there are herbs to increase that appetite. Let's see.. well I certainly have a sweet tooth, and a liking for herdbeast dishes."

"Gardeners, sure. But herbalists? Well. Maybe I just need to get out of the kitchen more, eh?" Isaija bobs his head a little, a small smile lingering on his face all the while. Another nod here and there, as if taking mental notes. "Hm. Maybe some little herbal candies," he considers, glancing to the basil and rosemary and thyme flourishing nearby. "And herdbeast! Ah, one of my specialties, my good healer! I'll come up with something truly inspired." Inspired by herbs, maybe, but still.

"Herbal candies may even be a hit with some of my patients," Ysabella suggests, finally standing from her crouch and stretching out her legs. She makes no move to leave so it seems she may have just needed to stretch. "I'll look forward to the dish then, it'll give me a good reason to finally get out of Infirmary and visit other parts of the Weyr."

There's a thoughtful hum for that, with Isaija moving a little to start clipping some other plants. A little of this, a little of that. "That's true. I'm not sure how well they would work - but, hm. It's worth an attempt, eh? At worst, it can be added to, I don't know, tea or something to help sweeten it some." There's a firm nod to the idea of that dish, though; the gears are already turning! "You definitely should. There's a lot out there! Even if you just get out for dinner and a massage or a trip on the boats."

Ysabella suddenly seems to brighten as the conversation continues and brings her hands together in delight, "It would most certainly be worth the attempt, I'm hoping you'd be willing to try with some of our more, mm, tasteless herbs? If you're successful with the first batch. The remedies made from them are often hard for many to swallow." Ysabella sighs a little, straighening her skirts, "That does sound nice… Would you like some help gathering what you need?"

"Ah! Well then!" Isaija is a mirror of that brightness, his grin manifesting all over again in all of its glory. "Yes, absolutely. If you tell me what you need, I'll do my best to make it delicious. A little bit of sweetener is supposed to help make the medicine go down - might as well make the medicine with the sweet!" He's no Healer, but when it comes to preparing things? He's got that locked down tight. "But I think- yes. Maybe some lemon-rosemary to start?" Though he does look to Ysabella for confirmation, brows lifted in inquiry. As to the other, he waggles his harvesting blade a bit. "I think I'll just need thyme, rosemary, and- hm. Maybe a bit of sage." He's plotting something already. "Just a few sprigs of each," he guesstimates.

"Of course, lemon-rosemary sounds like an excellent beginning," she says with a nod while she stretches hands. With a practice eye she looks over the garden before crouching down in front of a plant of rosemary. Reaching forward she carefully begins snapping off the required sprigs. "Were you experimenting today with anything or was this simply the day's gathering of herbs?"

With her blessing, the chef dips his head and offers another grin. "Excellent." Isaija puts the basket within easy reach for both of them, while he ventures to look at a few other things nearby. Nothing seems of particular interest, but he looks all the same! "Oh! This? This is all for experimentation," he replies with a soft laugh. "I'll make sure it's all edible," especially some of the flowers, "but some of this might be nice for a salad or made into bread or-" he motions, indicating the ideas are endless. "Were you out here looking for something earlier?"

Ysabella looks on bemused before putting the sprigs into the basket neatly. "You certainly do have a love for your craft," she sounds almost.. envious. "Me? No, I was just enjoying the morning before heading inside for breakfast. Mornings remind me a bit of Fort, though it doesn't get quite cold enough to be the same."

"I do! Everyone needs to eat - so why not make that experience as enjoyable as possible? Every meal I cook is practically a love letter to the one I serve it to." Isaija shows no shame about the pure corniness of the idea; the man's passionate about his work. He tips his head at the mention of Fort, though. "Weyr or Hold? Or both, I guess; it's all kind of cold there, isn't it? Is that where you're from?" Curious again, his gaze trained on her for a moment.

"Hold," Ysabella clarified with a nod, "I apprenticed at the Healer Hall there. I suppose.. you could say I'm from there though I was born in a smaller, slightly obscure cothold." Her tone is a little amused as she speaks of her origins. "I've heard further North it gets colder, even during the summer, but I wouldn't be able to tell you."

"Oh, it does," Isaija reassures. "It can get much colder. I've been to Telgar Weyr in winter and it's just the worst." He finishes his hunt and gathers his basket after glancing inside to take inventory. "Fort and its surrounding areas? Wonderful." He grimaces when a firelizard - not his own, for the record - manifests from between. It drops a note in his basket and flees again. "Ah! I'm sorry, Ysabella. I'm being summoned," dreadful! "When you stop by," because that's happening now, absolutely, "we can talk more. I have so many questions about what you do and what Fort's like."

Ysabella stands once again with a smile, straightening her skirts one more time. "No problem, you go to your work I don't want to keep you. I'll make sure to dredge up some of those older memories for you when we next have a chat."

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