I'm Not a Mindhealer, But...

Xanadu Weyr - Weyrleaders' Office


Office and retreat, this is the domain of Xanadu's Weyrleaders. The door is in the eastern wall, quite close to the southern end while the northern wall is dominated by big, expansive windows, framed by sumptuous deep blue drapes edged with a brilliant gold braid and tied back with a thick rope of braided gold and blue cord. In between, the eastern wall is covered floor to ceiling with shelves that house all sorts of records, manuals and supplies that are used on a day-to-day basis. The southern wall has the Weyrleader's desk — plain fellis wood, well polished and masculine. From behind his desk, the Weyrleader can look straight through the windows and out onto the main airspace of Xanadu. The western wall is where the Weyrwoman's desk resides: a lovely piece of furniture made of warm cherry wood. From her seat, a glance sideways gives her an equally good prospect out the window. There are a few other seats, some comfortably arranged around a low round table for small, informal meetings while there also some that can be drawn up to one of the desks.

On the south side of the door, the space is occupied by a low oblong table where refreshments can be set without someone needing to intrude. There is also an 'incoming' tray where incoming correspondence or similar items can be left.

With winter settling in at Xanadu Weyr, the cool damp air seems to linger heavily indoors and out, despite the convinience of heated rooms. Niva's settled in her office this chilly mid-day, a sweater tugged close as she pages her way through a variety of notes, reports, and the other materials that mingle haphazardly on her desk.

A quiet knock on the door announces a young weyr aid, poking her head in the door with a nervous expression on her face. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but there's…someone out here to see you. When i asked him his name, all he said was, 'Just a Fetch'. Do you have time to see him?"

Niva barely looks up at the knock at the door, already waving her hand at the voice as if just quickly assenting to whatever is desired. As the explanation countinues, she finally turns to look at the girl, "Yes.." she says firmly, waving her off to let whoever it is appear, even as she's looking back at the work infront of her.

The door to the room opens wider and then closes again, latching firmly. Only then is there the quiet rustle of a hide jacket. Tenebrous stands before Niva's desk, fresh in from the forest, his hood still drawn low against the room's lighting. "Ma'am," he rumbles quietly. His is a voice that's rough from disuse, rather than any real problem, someone who doesn't talk much.

Niva takes another moment to finish reading her current report before she turns in her seat, leaning back slightly as she looks him over, from feet up, waiting him wait a moment as she does so. "Yes, Healer?" Arms fold over her chest, fingers tucked out of the way, eyes resting where his eyes should be under that hood.

"I am curious," Tenebrous murmurs, his form still before her gaze. "What, exactly, is a…" One hand reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. "…diplomatic liability?" He folds the paper again and stuffds it back into his pocket. "It seems an important thing to know."

Niva arches an eyebrow at his question, at his very particular choice of words, though that is the extent that her face betrays her surprise. "One who tends to act in ways that can cause.. issues with the important people we deal with. My step daughter was one, though I'm told she's finally outgrowing it at Benden."

Tenebrous ahhs quietly. "For reasons that escape me, I was approached several days ago by an apprentice healer, and was asked to Mentor her in my chosen disciplins…" Almost absently, his hands clasp in front of him, but what would normally be a relaxed posture is one that seems filled with nervousness for Tenebrous. The hide of his coat protests quietly at the friction. "While the masters at the hall have no issue with this," he continues, takin a somewhat shaky breath, "My own master suggested I speak with you…"

Niva arches an eyebrow as she listens to Tenebrous's explanation, his question, nodding slowly as he talks to acknowledge him. "I think that, perhaps, having an apprentice working closely with you would benefityou and them both, and that perhaps the.. worries that many have would be alleviated."

"Many," Tenebrous repeats, rolling that word around in his mouth. He makes it sound as though the word has a bitter taste to it, sad and shocked and uncertain. "Oh which you are one," he adds after a pregnant pause. One of his knuckles pops.

"Many had their own opinions to add, when weyrwoman Thea returned you to Xanadu." Niv says with a nod, before she turns back to her paper work at his clarification. "I'm not a mind healer, but I do believe that spending too much time alone can be detrimental."

Tenebrous shifts on his feet a little. "I have noticed a corelary between people who openly profess that they are nor mind-healers, and yet talk like them. I'm not sure what this is symbolic of." He releases his hands, clearly exerting effortot let htem fall ot his sides before murmuring, "THank you for your time…" He nods his head once, and steps away from the desk.

Niva glances sidelong at Tenebrous, shaking her head. "I've seen it, Healer - you don't have to study the mind to see it. Collegues, friends, strangers." She flicks her fingers at the Healer as his hands drop to the sides. "Do mind her though, I'd hate to have to explain two feline issues.

Tenebrous stops near the door, turning back ot face her. "I spend a great deal of time in the forest, Weyrwoman. Twice this week, people have wandered into the deep woods unprepared and unaware. One was attacked, though she was not wounded." He turns to face her more directly. "Winter comes, and the forest knows it.

"I know you do, Healer. But even prepared, accidents can happen, when one is used to tending themselves and suddenly there is another to watch." She comments, though his own remark catches her offguard. "Then perhaps, they need to be reminded to the dangers of the forest. I have faith in you, I just don't want it to have been misplaced."

Tenebrous murmurs, "That makes two of us. Good day, ma'am." He bobs his head once more, and slips out, closing the door behind him.

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