Post by Kaya on Aug 2, 2018 17:01:05 GMT -8
| 01.01.3079 | afternoon | Aerie infirmary | tag thelifeweaver |
Turnover day had plenty of people around the Weyr nursing a hangover. It meant extra work for the kitchens and grumpy patrons. Libby fit right in, reliving her sailing days. She'd even cracked a few of those heads last evening for threatening a ruckus in her dining hall. Different Weyr, same rascals.
So with the morning rush on klah subsided (though she truly missed the stronger northern variant, halk) the kitchens had finally finished preparing the lunches that needed delivery. She had some yuppy Brown Rider assigned to help ferry the food. He kept staring. The stopped by the weyr of a Blue Rider whose weyrmate, one of the south field weyrfolk, had recently given birth. The healers had recommended they be in the comfort of familiar surroundings, but she was still supposed to rest. So here was Libby to deliver a tray. Task done she returned to the Brown who was happy to be off again. They made quick time to the Aerie to deliver the rest of the patient meals, and while the man worked adeptly to remove the deliveries from his dragon and guide them to the ground, Libby caught him staring at her ass. Again. She cracked her knuckles before taking one of the heavier loads. He maybe took the hint and scurried off.
She made it into the infirmary entrance, was spotted by a currently occupied journeywoman who barked at a nearby apprentice to go help bring in the rest. She was examining a young man with his head all wrapped and a nice bruise peaking through. "Rough Turnover, eh?" she asked, hefting the box onto the table.
Turnover day had plenty of people around the Weyr nursing a hangover. It meant extra work for the kitchens and grumpy patrons. Libby fit right in, reliving her sailing days. She'd even cracked a few of those heads last evening for threatening a ruckus in her dining hall. Different Weyr, same rascals.
So with the morning rush on klah subsided (though she truly missed the stronger northern variant, halk) the kitchens had finally finished preparing the lunches that needed delivery. She had some yuppy Brown Rider assigned to help ferry the food. He kept staring. The stopped by the weyr of a Blue Rider whose weyrmate, one of the south field weyrfolk, had recently given birth. The healers had recommended they be in the comfort of familiar surroundings, but she was still supposed to rest. So here was Libby to deliver a tray. Task done she returned to the Brown who was happy to be off again. They made quick time to the Aerie to deliver the rest of the patient meals, and while the man worked adeptly to remove the deliveries from his dragon and guide them to the ground, Libby caught him staring at her ass. Again. She cracked her knuckles before taking one of the heavier loads. He maybe took the hint and scurried off.
She made it into the infirmary entrance, was spotted by a currently occupied journeywoman who barked at a nearby apprentice to go help bring in the rest. She was examining a young man with his head all wrapped and a nice bruise peaking through. "Rough Turnover, eh?" she asked, hefting the box onto the table.