Hindsight
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Sia
Date Posted: 9th December 2024
Characters: Aydhan, Zaverin
Description: Aydhan remembers talking with Zaverin only a few days before his attack on Kapera.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 2, day 10 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Kapera
Tymborikath's presence was _solid_ in Aydhan's mind in the days after the attack. She was steadying, even as Aydhan worked through the backlog of hidework that was rerouted to her desk. The gold was a flurry of activity, too, even though it looked like all she did was watch the boats sail in and out of the harbour. Talking with the Weyrlingmasters and Wingleaders and Piketh, the one-sided conversation she could hear a gentle murmur in her periphery. Tymborikath would tell her if anything was amiss.
The monotony of records and reports kept bringing her back to the last time they'd talked. Not her and Kapera; they'd had an easy relationship even when she'd first transferred. Him. Zaverin. Free reign of the Infirmary, of two goldriders. She couldn't help but wonder if she could have known, or if his target could have been either of them.
--- Flashback ------
Aydhan genuinely enjoyed the little time she was able to spend in the Infirmary. She'd practically been raised in the High Reaches Infirmary, and so of course she'd been drawn to Barrier Lake's, even if that meant she ran away from the Weyrwoman Second's office and all the hidework and got stuck at the Healers' station to work on even more hidework.
"Making the rounds again, Zaverin?" She asked as the man got closer. She reached a hand out to take his files. "How's your roster doing?"
Zaverin, who had his files tucked under his arm, looked from the woman’s hand to her face, but did not surrender his files. She wasn’t the Weyrhealer, after all. **Goldriders. Always so high and mighty.**
“Yes, Weyrwoman, I just finished rounding with the senior apprentices.” He tilted his head back in the direction of a group of healers who were filing into the breakroom with cups of klah.
Aydhan's hand hung in the air for a few seconds longer, then dropped again as she followed his gesture to look over at the apprentices. "How are they doing? Any shining stars among the bunch? Any specialties starting to come out?"
“Jelerun would be good in nursing, Ophrema in pediatrics, and Norviall in dentistry. The rest are planning on pursuing just general healing until they decide.” Zaverin’s eyes fell on the last apprentice to go into the breakroom - Quenamir, he’s trouble. He lacks empathy. Which means, he’ll probably end up specializing in surgery.”
"There's always a Quenamir." Aydhan agreed with a sigh. "I just wish we could get a little more bedside manner into that speciality. It sounds like they're shaping up into good future journeymen, though. Hopefully we don't lose many to Search. We could use more knowledgeable hands around here."
Zaverin’s look was a little pointed. He thought it a little hypocritical that the goldrider would be worried about losing healers to Impression when she herself had a dragon.
“Some of them have said they have no interest in ever Standing, Search or no. I guess we’ll see. Sometimes the lure of a dragon outweighs one’s preconceived notions.”
"Don't I know it." Aydhan agreed. She gave no indication of noticing Zaverin's expression, still looking in the direction of the breakroom and the conversation that filtered out. "Well, they're in good hands. A good mentorship makes a world of difference. Hopefully they'll stay on when they walk the tables. I hear the southern Healer Hall has started accepting girls recently, haven't they?"
“For the last three or so Turns they’ve been accepting female apprentices,” Zaverin replied. “Population numbers must be stabilizing some, or they realized that just like men, women are capable of having a craft _and_ a family.”
"Shocking news." Aydhan said dryly. "Though I must say, I preferred to have an at-home husband when my children were small. Doing both is difficult."
“Goldriders have that luxury,” Zaverin said, this time more pragmatically. “Especially during the Interval. I’m imagining, though, that your time is a bit more stretched with Threads return?”
"Not as much as those in the Fighting Wings." Aydhan said, "Though I had more time as a junior, obviously. But the kids are out of the house and the husband is pretty good at entertaining himself. And luckily for me, part of a goldrider's duties has me working with the crafters anyway, so at least I can still be useful with those journeyman knots I worked for." She paused for a moment, glancing up at him, "What about you? Are you looking at working towards your Mastery? Our illustrious Weyrhealer is hoping to retire someday."
Zaverin couldn’t help finding the goldrider’s use of the terms ‘house’ and ‘husband’ strange. No one he knew still held on to the antiquated holder-language once they were at the Weyr.
“I’m content where I am,” he answered. “I’m helping patients and sometimes teaching apprentices.”
As if on cue, there was a great deal of crashing and what sounded like broken glass.
“I’m O-kay!” a voice called out, heavily stressing the ‘O’ sound.
“Ah yes, Apprentice Imisan. I’m sure he’s knocked everything off the inventory shelves… _again_.” Zaverin nodded to Aydhan. “If you’ll excuse me, ma’am, I’ll go see to that.”
Aydhan looked towards the crash, concern and amusement written across her face. "Good luck, Journeyman. Let me know if you need anything. I'll be here with the hidework."
Last updated on the December 16th 2024