Something's Not Right

Writers: Chelle, Heather
Date Posted: 20th January 2013

Characters: Grevil, Holieos
Description: Two of the Hold crafters discuss the situation.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 11, day 16 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Obimi, Bomi

The old healer sat down for his midday meal. He had been through a lot
that day and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before his bones gave
out on him. That was the hazard of the job. Stirring his flavored
porridge, he thought about some of the issues he had seen brewing
lately. Vorbojes' children came to mind.

"You look about the way I feel." Grevil said with a smile as he took a
seat beside his long time friend and fellow crafter. The harper was
nearly twenty Turns younger than the healer, but they'd been friends
ever since Grevil had been posted at the same location. Flexing his
fingers, the fifty-Turn old gave his hand a massage as he looked down
at the steam wafting off of his food. He'd been working with some of
the Hold's most promising musicians and the hour long practice had his
muscles aching.

"Yeah...it was a long day. Had to try and reattach some fingers and then
there was a broken arm or two to be set..." He frowned, before taking a
bite of the porridge and swallowing. "Honestly, though, there's something
else that worries me. Obimi came in today and he just...the boy was
completely different from how he used to be."

Grevil felt his stomach turn queasy at the thought of 'reattaching
fingers', but he quickly left that thought for the latter comment
about Obimi, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, he was quiet and kept looking around. Wouldn't talk to me much to
tell me what was wrong. It was clear he was worried about something."
He couldn't put his finger on it quite but something was up.

Shoveling some of the hot gruel on his spoon, Grevil considered that
information as he deposited the food in his mouth, his taste buds
ignoring the bland, flavorless mush as he considered what behavior
he'd seen of Obimi lately, "Yes, I suppose you're right, he has
been acting strange."

"What have you been getting?" Old Holieos had a bit of mindhealing
training from long ago so he knew the signs at least. Plus it was something
he saw all too often. Not that he didn't think men needed to put their women
into place sometimes but...

"I actually caught the boy in the hallway fighting, well, just a
shoving contest really, with one of the holdbrats. I'm not sure what
it was about, but it just seemed unlike Obimi." The harper knew most
of the children, or young adults in the Hold since he was the harper
there and taught the basic education classes.

"Mmmm Bomi's hiding a lot. She won't speak to most of the other children.
She seems scared of the adults." Holieos wondered about that one and hoped
it wouldn't get worse. If it did, he might try and see if the girl could be
fostered. Could do her a lot of good.

"The children are certainly acting differently. I hope they are alright," Grevil agreed.

"Aye me too. I just wonder why they would be doing that. Gotta be something at
home." His eyes traveled to his bread and he began to chew on it.

"We'll, I'd best be off. Hopefully whatever is going on with the children
will sort itself out," Grevil said as he stood.

"Hope so. See you around." It troubled him as he ate. Usually things like that got worse
before they got better. He hoped he wouldn't have to sew anyone up.

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