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Writers: AL, Suzee
Date Posted: 4th April 2011

Characters: Briata, Y'gel
Description: The big healer needs a little mending
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 16 of Turn 6

Briata

Y'gel

Y'gel swore. The poor assistant next to him flinched. "Sorry" he said
looking down at the rent in his shirt. "Shards," he said it was the
last clean one he had before the laundry came back tomorrow. He
couldn't very well walk around a whole day with a tear in his shirt.
He plucked at the tear a moment before making up his mind.

"I'll be back in a bit. Take over." he said to the Journeyman and
walked out of the cavern. He was not a happy man as he walked across
the bowl of the Weyr toward where the weavers worked. Hopefully, he
could get someone to just repair the hole.

His search was not in vein. Briata had taken up a perch in one of the
smaller classrooms, one that contained a variety of threads for
apprentices to use and other supplies. Several hoops were set
throughout the room, two looms on either end. Briata herself was at a
hoop, a needle pressed downward, then up, then down, then up. A
brilliant display of bright blues and luscious greens were given depth
by darker shades that filled in shadows. She didn't notice when the
man came in, her eyes upon her work, concentrating on making the scene
come alive in fabric and thread.

"Excuse me?" there were several people around the room and he was just
hoping for someones attention.

Everyone looked up, but it was Briata whose expression showed
recognition and lightened with a small smile. She was the first to
rise and move over to the door to speak with him. "Good day Y'gel."
Her voice was soft in its greeting.

"Briata," he smiled. "I'm afraid I've..." he lifted his hands
helplessly. "Yeah, I'm not sure how I did it but do you think you
could sew it up or something? I don't get laundry 'til tomorrow."

Briata took a step back, eyes dropping to the shirt and the fairly
large hole. "Ah yes. Just a minute." She slipped over to where
there was a basket of thread and needles, taking some that looked
close to the same colour as his shirt, a pair of scissors, and a
needle. Tools in hand, she moved back to the doorway and motioned for
Y'gel to follow.

She didn't go far, just into another classroom across the hall. This
one was smaller, more private, chairs set up for a lecture, but they
were the only two there. "If you...will remove your shirt." She
stated with a slight motion of her hand before she threaded the needle
and let out a length.

He followed her and obediently removed his shirt handing it to her.
Then he sat in one of the chairs to wait. "So this is where you spend
most of your days," he said.

"Yes. Practising my craft." And hoping that she could do well enough
to walk the tables sooner rather than later. That may not be
possible. They may wish to judge her on time in the craft as well as
skill. Still, it was a goal. She needed goals. They kept her mind
busy.

Once she had hold of the shirt, Briata compared the length of thread
to the rent. She let out a bit more, then snipped the end. A knot
was made with quick, deft fingers and then she turned the shirt inside
out and began to work. "How did you manage this?"

He grinned watching her fingers work. "Pure dumb luck." he said. "I
just caught it and clumsy me..." he let the words trail off.

"Well, I do hope you watch yourself. I would hate to see your skin
fare as badly." Briata worked swiftly, even in those brief moments,
the rent already halfway done. "I hope other than tearing your shirt
you have been well."

He smiled, "Yes I've been fine." he said. "Can we say as much for you?"

"I've been..." What was Briata to say? To say she was well would be
a lie and the girl wasn't prone to such a thing. Finally, she settled
on, "As well as can be expected." Her hands fiddled with the last
section of the tear, eyes not moving away from her work.

"Mmhmm, That sounds...evasive." he said with a soft chuckle.

Briata's eyes, flicked up, revealing their deep hue briefly before
falling once more. She finished sewing and set about securing the
knot and cutting the thread. Evasive. True. Briata knew she'd been
morose, but her heart was stilly heavy and she was certain people were
getting tired of listening to her troubles. "There, not quite good as
new, but it should do." She held out the shirt for Y'gel to take.

He pulled the shirt from her fingers. "Thank you," he said. He knew
she was sad, and he knew why "Briata," he said rather gently. Her head
hung down and she was avoiding his eyes. "Aug and I are usually at the
beach during the evenings if you ever need to talk." He wasn't about
to push her into talking if she wasn't ready but he'd make sure she
knew he was available as a friend when she needed it.

She tried to smile, and even such a tiny thing was sweet upon her
delicate features. "Thank you. That's very kind of you." Many had
offered their support. Some in the form of trying to push her into
something she wasn't ready for. Y'gel had, at least, remained neutral
in the matter and that meant a lot more than those who offered
suggestions on how to 'fix' things.

He half smiled realizing she wasn't ready to talk about anything yet.
He stood and shrugged his shirt back on. "Aug is a bit worried about
you."

"Oh?" Briata securd the thread so it wouldn't unravel and picked up
her scissors and the needle. "He doesn't need to worry about me, but
it's sweet of him." She criticised her work on the shirt. It was
still obvious that had been torn, but the sewing was neat and fine,
the line flat and less noticeable than it might have been.

Y'gel chuckled. "Alright, I'll let you be." he said and kissed her
forehead. "Thank you." He didn't tell her how her sadness was what
concerned the bronze. "I'll see you in the healing cavern."

Last updated on the April 28th 2011

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