Study Hall

Xanadu Weyr - Caverns
A massive cavern in it's own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as are the walls where numerous tapestries hang to provide brilliant color and insulation from the stone. The floor has been left in its natural state, pale pink granite speckled through with glittering mica and dark flecks of basalt, leveled carefully but kept sufficiently rough to avoid slips.
The cavern itself is loosely divided into areas, each one set up to be suitable for some segment of the Weyr's population. The most frequently occupied area, however, is the one near the Kitchens where tables of varying sizes provide a place to sit down and eat or chat and a buffet of consumables is almost always kept stocked. Its plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr and equally plain that on such occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are appropriated from all the other areas.
A big fireplace is set into the wall near the Kitchens as well, several comfortable chairs nearby providing haunts for elderly residents or riders who like a good view of all that happens. Rugs cover the floor in strategic spots, all of them abstract or geometric in design and most in the softly neutral colors of undyed wool.

Another hot summer day in Xanadu. The lunch rush is just settling down, and Soriana's still sitting at one of the tables. She's already eaten, but now she's gone and gotten herself a mug of klah, a couple sweetrolls, and… a textbook. The textbook is not for eating. The textbook is for reading! … or so she thinks. There's a gold firelizard with different ideas, but when Haruhi pokes her head up in front of the page, Soriana nudges her back down and flips another page.

Mikal has no objections to the heat, he even keeps his hair cut short for the hotter months. Having been part of the lunch rush, he's actually finished eating but shows no signs of leaving yet. In fact it's a similar scene in front of him in the fact that he'd brought a textbook to do some studies after lunch but a certain green fire lizard keeps trying to sprawl over the pages. "Stoppit." mutters the apprentice with no real menace to his tone. Distracted easily enough he lets his gaze wander to find that Soriana's only a few seats away from him. "Heya Sori" he offers a greeting, heedless of the fact she may or may not be immersed in the page she's reading.

Books make the most comfortable firelizard beds, especially when the humans are trying to read them. Haruhi perks herself up again, reaching a paw for the table and that oh-so-fascinating book. Soriana only wishes it was oh-so-fascinating from the reading part of things. She's been over this sentence three times, and… wha? There's a voice. Her name. A distraction! She glances over, and smiles. "Hey, Mikal." Her gold chirps, and adds a second paw to the table. "How's it going?"

Elsie chirps a greeting towards Haruhi then chatters up a storm for a moment, no doubt sharing some juicy fire lizard gossip. Easily distracted himself, Mikal continues the conversation with his reply. "Going good. Getting some studying in this afternoon while the cavern's mostly quiet. How're you doing?"

Haruhi trills, and she's distracted from book learnings to chirp and chitter back to Elsie. No! Really? Oh yes! Really? …or whatever it is firelizards actually say to each other. Soriana leaves her to that, and laughs to Mikal. "Yeah, about the same," she says, and points to her book. "Musculature of the wings and tail. Which I thought we already covered, but this time, we're doing it with learning the types of muscle instead of just the shapes of them."

Mikal spares a glance towards the textbook though he's just far enough away all he'll really notice is the pictures. Ooh, pictures! "Sounds…interesting." he says a tad unconvincing. "We've covered the basics of muscles in humans but nothing overly extensive." for which he sounds grateful. Muscles in depth doesn't sound like an interesting subject. Not enough blood and gore to hold his attention. "We're studying different wounds that the search and rescue team comes across in the mountains."

"Yeah," says Soriana, sounding unconvinced. "There's… a lot about how they respond differently. And how each uses energy. And… uh… there's a lot of it." Her eyes flit back to the page, and she sighs at the words, words, words and the little diagram of a cord of muscle in cutaway. Back to Mikal. "Oh yeah? That sounds interesting." Actual interesting, not… interesting. "We're not supposed to attend actual emergencies until grade two.

"I imagine that handling a human emergency is a bit different than handling a dragon emergency." Mikal says with some logic behind his reasoning. Absently he pushes Elsie off the book once more as she's sprawled across both pages. She gives a 'hey, what did you do that for' look that he ignores. As Sori talks about muscles and some of what she's learned on their different responses he tries hard not to let his eyes glaze over. He mostly succeeds.

So far as Soriana's concerned, Mikal did pretty good there. He did not actually fall asleep! After discussing it, though, she needs another sip of klah for herself, which she takes before nodding. "Yeah… a dragon emergency can go a lot worse for the healer, for one thing." She gives a rueful half-smile, then huhs. "Hey, is there like… a first aid class or something, that non-healers can take? After that thing at Western… it'd be nice to have some clue about the right things to do for a human."

Hey a drink sounds pretty good right now. Spying Soriana sip her klah makes Mikal realize that he's thirsty so he hops up a moment to remedy that. REturning to the table a moment later he now has a full mug of liquid refreshment. "Never thought of the dangers an injured dragon would pose to the healer." admits Mikal once he's settled back into his seat. "First aid class….?" his brows furrow in thought on that one. "I don't know actually. I can ask though. Surely one of the older journeyman would know or something."

Soriana has another sip while Mikal's gone, and shoves Haruhi aside again to give that sentence another go. Right. So. Uh… yeah. Oh, hey, Mikal's back, time to rest her brain for another moment. She nods. "Yeah. Not on purpose, but they're so big that if they lash out without meaning to… ow." She winces at the thought. "They drill us on it from like day one. First you talk to the rider, if they're coherent, and if they're not - or if you're at all unsure - you get a gold dragon to hold the injured one." Soriana nods to Mikal's answer about the class. "Okay. I was just wondering."

"How does a gold dragon hold the injured one?" Mikal asks. See, he is listening! He's not even sparred another glance towards his own textbook yet, all too willing to partake in this impromptu break from studies.

"With her mind," says Soriana, and smiles. Her fingers reach out to pet her gold lizard as she explains. "You know how other colors listen to gold," of course he does, he's weyrbred. "It's not just that they respect the queens, the queens can actually force them to do things. Like not between, if the rider's grounded… or to stay still when they're hurt."

Mikal gives a nod at that. "Never thought of that to be honest. Makes since cause all the dragons listen to the queens." not that he knows personally but then there are some things one can never fully understand about a dragon unless you're the rider. "Comes in handy I imagine for the larger injuries."

"Yeah, exactly," says Soriana. It's one of those things that everyone around a weyr long enough knows, but only the riders really, truly know. She nods. "Yeah. I suppose healers can just hold the person still themselves, but that doesn't work for dragons so much." She chuckles slightly. "If it's something small, just the rider is usually enough, same way as like… you'd get Elsie to calm down." She nods toward the green. "For bigger stuff, though… the rider's usually not in any state to calm anyone."

"I've heard stories of sometimes healers can't even hold the patient down." remarks Mikal. "Not seen it myself but this one journeyman said he traveled with some Traders and he got a black eye once from some drunk patient. He could have been making it sound worse than it really was though…" he sips his drink a moment. "You gonna work with weyrlings too? I bet they have some curious injuries as they grow and learn the stuff."

Soriana huhs, and nods to Mikal. "Wouldn't surprise me. I mean… especially if it's someone who doesn't think they're hurt as bad as they are, y'know?" Some manly man full of manly toughness and testosterone. "But that's when you get the extra healers. Maybe a couple burly ones that cross-train with the guards." She grins, and Haruhi chirrs at a scritch, then Soriana nods. "Oh, yeah. I've already seen some of it, with Kaidoth and Miyukith. With all the new weyrlings, I bet things're going to be really busy. Lots of bruises, muscle strain… especially wings, once they start flying." She glances to the book with a heh. "And then there's thicktail, broken claws, bitten cheeks and tongues, swallowed firestone…"

Mikal is all manly and stuff! Sort of. A little. Well he will be when he grows some. He's already shot up two whole inches! "I didn't even think of all that…" he muses a moment. "Lots of stuff to fix up. I wonder if they are allowed out to the beaches yet." his mug empty and his attention wandering he stands. "I gotta do a few errands this afternoon still. See ya 'round. Enjoy studying!"

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