A Man, Not a Boy

Xanadu Weyr - Coastal Road


This coastal road runs parallel with the edge of beach that stretches endlessly beside the Caspian Lake. From coast to inland the dunes of the beach grow smaller and smaller until they eventually peter out into nothing but small moguls in the sand. The path is eventually seen to be blocked by a river that reaches the lake just south of the point where the road turns west and crosses a grassy meadow towards a sturdy wooden bridge that can be seen in the distance.

Spring is well advanced, but it is hot and unusually dry for spring in Xanadu. Thea sits outside on the weyrbarn's porch, taking advantage of what little breeze there might be coming off the lake. She's sitting with her legs swinging over the edge of the porch working on leather straps while Seryth lies curled in the shade asleep.

Phylicia apparently knows where she's going today, because although her steps are slow and unhurried she doesn't seem to be gwaking overly much at the sights like she would if she were walking for the sake of it. Thea is spotted on that porch, and the apprentice lifts her hand in a friendly, relaxed wave. "Thea!"

K'ael is still adjusting to the Xanadu weather. It was cooler here than at Ista, and more muggy than Ierne usually. But the weather wasn't about to stop K'ael from getting his daily exercise. The bronzer is post-swim, and taking a run in just his trunks. At least we hope he's post-swim, and not just sweating that much. He also gives a wave to Thea, and nearly bumps into Phy doing so. "Whoops! Sorry!"

Thea's hand is mid-pull of thread through already-made holes as she is hailed. Her arm pauses and she lifts her head and spots Phylicia. The fingers of her needle-hand wriggle in response and resume stitching. Her lips curve in a welcoming smile for her friend. "Heya!" The dripping Wingleader is recognized but a blink later. "How on Pern can you run in this heat, K'ael?" She patpats the porch beside her. "Can you two sit down a bit?"

The only reason the Wingleader and Senior apprentice don't both end up on the ground or tangled up together is because Phylicia back pedals and side steps almost at the same time with a squeak of surprise, her reaction times improving from time spent with a certain mentor of hers. "S'alright!" She says, one hand resting at the base of her throat as she swallows her heart back down, before she looks back at Thea and grins. "I was coming to visit you." She supplies as she starts over, leaving K'ael behind to whatever he'll do. "'Course I have time to sit." And enjoy the faint breeze.

K'ael grins and shrugs to Thea. "It was always worse in Ista. It's not so bad after a swim really. The water keeps me cool. Anyways I'm just jogging a bit." He nods to her a bit, flashing Phylicia a smile. "Hello. I don't think we've met…" He follows the apprentice over to where Thea is sitting, but doesn't take a seat with them. He's still a little wet after all.

"K'ael, this is Phylicia, Senior Apprentice Healer, Phy, Wingleader of Search and Rescue K'ael." Thea's keeping formal introductions as casual-sounding as she can. The straps she's working on are shifted to one side and she's pulling her feet in under her and pushing herself up as the two head over. "Let me get you two something to drink." She steps towards the open door, "Juice, water, ale?" Pale green eyes shift between the two as her head tilts to one side, waiting.

Phylicia flashes another smile at K'ael, offering the wingleader a semi-shy wave. It doesn't help that she has to crane her head upwards to look at him. "Juice please." She calls after Thea not sounding nearly as bashful as she looks with the bronzer, her lips quirking in a grin at the mention of ale. That one was probably for K'ael's benefit. With a little bit of work she manages to perch herself on the porch, near where Thea originally was and looks at K'ael for a few moments. "Well met, sir." Comes her still-semi shy voice.

K'ael blinks a bit, then grins at Phylicia. "Ooh, a healer. Hello. Always nice to meet a healer." He extends a hand to her. Then he turns his attention to the goldrider. "Water, please and thank you." Then he grins to Phy. "K'ael is fine. So what your specialty? Do you deal with the sick people or the injured ones? Or do you make the medicines?" K'ael does not know the word 'shy'.

Thea smirks to herself as the pair gets acquainted, or rather K'ael turns on the charm for Phylicia. She disappears inside, leaving the door wide open and returns moments later, a mug held carefully handle-out in each hand and a thick towel over one shoulder. As she steps back to the side of the porch, she extends the mugs, ice tinkling pleasantly as the contents move. "Take the towel, will ya K'ael? I'll hold your mug until you're done."

Phylicia flushes lightly as the wingleader turns his attention to her, not quite shrinking back though she does take his hand for a shake, her grip firmer than he might imagine. "I - uh… - a little bit of all three?" She manages after a few moments, looking up thankfully as Thea re-appears with beverages. Taking hers, she takes a sip. "Thank you, Thea." Is said before the attention gets turned back to K'ael, since she hasn't answered his questions yet. "I'm specializing in botany and herb lore. Still learning." Though does the learning ever stop?

K'ael takes the towel from Thea. He looks at it curiously for a moment before it clicks that he's supposed to use it. There's a bit of toweling off before he wraps it around his waist and then takes a bit. "Ah… thanks. I'll uh…. wash this before I give it back." He nods to Phy then. "I see. So if my arm were to catch fire then, you could help me out? Once the fire is out at least?" He chuckles a bit.

"Sure thing, Phy." Thea's reply is breezy, relaxed as she waits for the wingleader to take his mug. "No need to do that, K'ael. The girls'll be by to pick up a load of wash for me later anyway." She sinks back down to her spot at the porch edge and hauls that strap back to her lap, one hand reaching for her blade and carefully cutting a burned section away as the two talk, her attention on her task until K'ael mentions arm-burning. Then it's a rich peal of laughter that bubbles from her throat.

Thea may be laughing, but Phylicia has paled as she looks at K'ael. She's not staring at him, but she might as well be from the slightly ashen look of her face. "No!" And then she pauses. "Well yes, but no." Which is it, girl? "I-I know /some/ of the theory for burns." She stammers, raising the chilled mug to her lips for another sip. "But you'd be better off going to a Master." She's rarely allowed to treat anyone anyways. Who knows how she might botch it up…

K'ael finally gets around to taking his mug from Thea. There's a long pause as he chugs down much a of it. "Ah. Thanks. That hit the spot." There's a nod about the towel. He chuckles a bit at Thea's laughter, then blinks at Phy. "Ah. I guess botanists aren't really trained in treating people, hm? I bet you could prescribe me some ointment or something though? And show me how to apply it?" He winks to her a bit.

"Amputation," supplies Thea helpfully, not taking K'ael seriously for one moment. "Or a gardener. Cenlia's saw might do." She asides to her friend, "He stuck a branch up his sleeve and set it on fire, then screamed to be saved." A roll of her eyes follows that, but her wry grin at the Wingleader indicates any ire she'd felt over that stunt has long since cooled.

Phylicia looks from K'ael to Thea and back again, giving the wingleader a little more of a look-over. "I could." She says simply enough, watching a little more of the interplay between the other two before grinning impishly. "But I might not." Her tone has lightened a little bit, edging towards a tease. "I might just have to let you suffer self-inflicted burns." For a little while. Then she'd probably cave in.

K'ael peers at Thea. "What does Cenlia need a saw for, anyways?" There's a bit of a grin at the story. "You should have seen the look on Thea's face though. Clearly I'm quite the actor." He chuckles a bit. Then there's a pout at Phylicia, and he turns big blue puppy-dog eyes on her. "You'd let me suffer?"

"S'why she's a healer and I'm not," Thea nods at K'ael as she says it. "She's compassionate. I'd let you die." Of course she doesn't mean it! She just shrugs at K'ael's question, but demurs to the acting part, elaborating for Phylicia, "Was dark and windy and he was a ways away. And I'd been crying so he was all blurry." She shrugs, another smile upon her lips as she ducks her head and attends to the strap-mending for a few moments. The burned piece is tossed aside and she splices a new piece to the old, lining up the holes for stitching.

Phylicia doesn't pry too much farther into that story, since it seems to be old news, but she blinks as she looks back at K'ael, getting hit by the puppy-dog eyes in blue. However, all she does for a moment is blink before she nods, managing to keep a straight face. "Sure would." She says in a conversational tone. It might be hard to tell if she's teasing or not, which she is. Mostly. "Especially if you did it to yourself." But finally the eyes eat through her cool wall and she grins. "But only for a little bit. Then I'd drug you."

K'ael pouts at Thea, too. "Sheesh. Let me die. It's a good thing you're not in charge of the search and rescue wing. What's his name? Oh him. I don't like him. Let's just let him die." He snickers. "Bah. Sure. Drug me after I'm passed out from the pain." Then he gets up. "Anyways ladies. I have to get back to my run. Phylicia, nice to meet you. Thea, thanks for making me look bad." He chuckles at tosses the towel over to her as he gets up. "Take care."

Thea chuckles, "Playing right into his hands with that one, Phy." Her needle dips in and out of her leathers until K'ael says her name. "Huh, wha-?" The sweaty towel is headed her way and she lifts a hand to snag it. "Aw, K'ael, how can I possibly make you look bad when you haven't got a shirt on?" Smirk. "And I wouldn't let you die, either." She hops down from the porch and retrieves her mug from the bronzer. "Anytime you want to look bad, just stop by and I'll see what I can do." It's at least a… cheerful offer?

Phylicia finally lifts the mug up for another sip, condensation beading on the outside and dripping onto her lap, a smile curving her lips as she sips. "Have to teach you a lesson not to burn yourself /somehow/." And now it's obvious she's teasing as she lifts a hand in a wave good-bye. "Nice to meet you too." At least he didn't ask what she does to whiners in the infirmary when she's allowed to change their dressings or check on them. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug to Thea, smiling. "What can I say? I can only let people suffer so much."

Thea waves at K'ael's back, "Later K'ael." She laughs quietly when he's out of earshot. "He is so sensitive. He's a good Wingleader, though I can't seem to say anything right around him." She shakes her head at that, then falls silent, working that leather quietly for a few minutes. A brief current stirs dry leaves in the trees overhead, making screeting noises as they scrape against bark. out of the silence, she asks her friend, "How've things been going with…" She hesitates, then finishes, "…your training, Phy?"

Phylicia blinks, turning her head to look at Thea after K'ael leaves. "Really? I didn't notice anything wrong." But maybe she wasn't paying close enough attention. Or maybe Thea's imagining stuff. Phy continues to sip at her juice which is starting to become watery as the ice melts, not that there's much ice or juice left in the mug. "Things are going well." She says before draining the last out of her mug and setting it safely aside. "He still comes back now and again, and takes me out on trips into the forest." Trips for learning that is.

Thea returns Phy's look with a little 'what?' sort of look. "It's… complicated. He won one of Seryth's Flights once." That ought to clear things up nicely? Yes? She listens to her friend, yes. But more, she's watching how she says it. "I'm so glad you're still doing that. that he's coming back to do that for you." Her words are warm, genuine. "How's he… ah, seem to you, Phy?" She lowers her eyes to poke at her straps, "I haven't seen him but once since we left Cold Stone Hold and that was really by accident."

Phylicia's lips quirk in a smile as she looks sidelong at Thea. "So am I. Finding a new mentor in botany likely would've had me headed back towards the Hall." And there's a face made at /that/ option. "Master Fraille said herself she wouldn't take me on." There's a soft snort now with a giggle. "Something about being 'too pretty' for her tastes." But the giggle and grin don't stay long upon her face, thinking to how Tenebrous was just after Cold Stone, to his visit just a few days ago. If Thea's watching Phy still, she'd notice a bit of sadness flit across the girl's solemn face before a slight smile stretches her lips again. "He's doing better." She says honestly, and simply. Stuck in the middle of two friends, she's not exactly sure where the boundaries lay.

Thea makes a half-growling sound in the back of her throat at the mention of Master Fraille. "She's simply too much. She's…" She cuts herself off and just shakes her head. Instead she just says dryly, "Lucky for you she didn't." And yes, Thea is still watching, her own expression not quite mirroring Phylicia's sadness, but certainly there is regret there. A resolve as well though. "I'm glad he is, Phy. I don't wish him ill in any way. Maybe with time… " She shrugs. She doesn't ask anything more, doesn't ask to be remembered to him or have any messages sent. Nothing. "And with you, are things better these days with that brownrider of yours?"

Phylicia smiles a little more as Thea growls. "She's a bit softer than people give her credit for, though not much. And she's still an old bag of bones." She can respect the Master in a way, but the ancient woman's personality is just a touch overbearing, and she'd never get away with calling the Master names in front of Ten. But since neither party is pushing for anything, she just lets it slide past as she grins. "If things weren't going better, don't you think you'd be seeing me a lot more often?" She asks in a rhetorical fashion, her grin impish. "I told him that after I came back from Cold Stone, he had /a/ day to prove how he felt." And her shoulders lift in a shrug, as if saying 'well?'

"I used to think so too, Phy. But don't let her fool you. She has no mercy if you cross her. And by cross her, I mean think or do something she differs with." Thea visibly shakes it off, whatever it is. She gives a snort of laughter over her friend's next comment, "True, I guess. Though I dunno what D'had would think to you sleeping on the couch. And that couch… it's sorta possessive. It barely tolerates me." There's more snickering over that for some reason. Something lately is certainly agreeing with the goldrider.

Phylicia shakes her head, grinning. "I still have a refuge. I wouldn't need to borrow the couch. Just you." And she giggles now. "I never said Fraille had /any/ mercy. Being soft and having mercy are two different things!" Faranth help the apprentice if Fraille ever gets a whiff of this conversation. And Thea is looked at as the goldrider disolves into snickering over a couch. "What? What's so funny about a couch, Thea?" She presses her friend for a little information.

Thea sobers long enough to admit, "She's soft towards Tenebrous. Pretty much blind towards the rest of humanity." Her grudging allowance for the old woman ends there. "I avoid her," she adds flatly. The question about the couch has Thea laughing harder, a handwave towards the interior of the weyrbarn where the couch, no doubt sits listening. "Just got silly with D'had once about it. D'you know, he slept on that thing for years? I told him the couch would be jealous of his new bed." More laughing, "It sort of went from there." She leans back against one of the porch supports with a pleased sigh.

Phylicia shakes her head slowly, grinning as she lets the topic of Fraille slide since it appears to be a slightly touchy subject, though with good reason. "I imagine the new bed has /so/ much more appeal to it than an old, lonely couch." The girl teases with a wide grin, leaning back on her elbows as her legs dangle over the side of the porch.

Thea chuckles, "Yeah, that's all he wanted, a bed. Yep." She sits up, turns a little more towards Phylicia and loops an arm around that support pillar. "I'm very happy with him, Phy. He's so good to me. I can't complain about anything." She lifts a hand, gesturing to the weyrbarn. "He worked so hard, adding the room on, then surprised me by hiring crafters to make it pretty inside." Her eyes grow soft as she shares this. "He was a sailor. Decorating homes… it's so not him, that it really touched me he thought to do it."

Phylicia shifts slightly, dragging her feet up to put them on the porch as she shifts around and up to wrap her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her knees as she looks at Thea, her smile turning softer and maybe a touch wistful. "That's wonderful." And her head turns breifly to look at the weyrbarn, nodding at what she can see. "M'nol thought leaving us two to decorate would be a good idea." Oh, she's picked out a thing or two for the weyr, but it's still pretty bare.

Thea's smile widens as Phylicia speaks, she nods, "It… really is." Her face is tranquil, content. "Things were hard for so long, Phy. I didn't think they'd ever be this good." She sighs then, her gaze keen on the girl, "Decorating together, huh? That's a good way to go too, if he's into that sort of thing. D'had's… into other things." Her giggle following shows she doesn't mind one bit. "Come on inside! I'll show you the place." She rises in one smooth movement and steps towards the open door, eyes sparkling. "Haven't had time to show anyone yet, so you'll be the first."

**Xanadu Weyr - Siebith's Weyrbarn **

Covered in rough, weathered wood, aged by the weather and the sun, the irregular grayed clapboards outside of this weyrbarn lend the place has a rustic, masculine charm. White shutters and window boxes overflowing with brightly-hued tangles of flowers on the lower windows and flowering vines twine about the supports for the porch overhang add a feminine touch, softening the stark stone steps leading to it.

The worn stone floor of Siebith's area is just inside the large sliding door. The living area of the weyrbarn has an open, airy layout gives the utilitarian, bachelor-like plain white-washed walls and simple hardwood floors a sense of wide open spaces. A sturdy mahogany-toned table with chairs that somehow manage to match despite their variety accent the earthy, wooden tones of the kitchenette. The same dark reddish hues are in the door at the far side of the barn, as well as in the low-slung coffee table in front of the plush, worn couch. Dusky sea-blue rugs are scattered here and there. Dark golden curtains hang on either side of the many windows and partition off the loft up above, led to by a black wrought iron set of ladder-like stairs. Lilies arranged in glass vases on the tables provide a crisp of white counterpoint to the dark wood tones.

A new addition, the bedroom has walls of the same plain white, but the floors are made of newer wood, still shiny with polish. A four-poster bed of the same red mahogany takes up the most of one wall of the small space, a blue-and-cream linen coverlet spread on the wide mattress. A set of wooden bureaus take up the bulk of the wall opposite while another wall has been painted upon in the very center with a seascape mural, its crisp blue waters and sandy shores. The final wall is graced by a feminine-looking writing desk stacked with papers and bedecked with knick-knacks. Over the bed, a set of stained-glass windows allows golden-brown light mingled with white whorls and blue haze to shine into the room with the rising of the sun, though both panes are able to be unlocked and swung wide to accept lake breezes.

Phylicia stands up, though she scoops her empty mug up as she follows Thea into her and D'had's weyr, her head craning around as she grins. "But they are now." She says, her tone happy for her friend. "And that's what matters." She takes another few steps inwards, turning slightly as she just looks before she giggles. "It'd be better if either of us had a taste for it. I'm not sure we do." She finally stops peering around long enough to look at Thea and her smile spreads wider, cheeks lightly tinted pink. "Really?"

"Yeah, they are." Thea's voice carries a wealth of relief mixed with realization. She steps to one side as her friend enters her new home, stuffs that sweaty towel of K'ael's into the waiting laundry sack. As she straightens with a grin, she holds out her hand for Phylicia's mug. "Yep, you are my very first guest. Welcome. What do you think?" She pauses then adds, "I think I know of a way to help with your decorating needs. Give me some colors you two like." Then there's a mysterious smile and no information forth-coming beyond that tidbit.

Phylicia's eyes track Thea as the woman moves with ease in her own home, handing over the mug when its beckoned for in a bit of a daze before her face breaks out in that grin again. "I think it's a nice place." She says, her eyes tracking to that spiral staircase in curiosity. But she blinks at her friend then, head quirking to the side momentarily. "Well, we both like the earth-tones, but I'm a fan of adding some purples in." She says, lightly fingering her fly-away blouse in indication of what sort of purple. "Most people think I wear it 'cause it's a Healer's colors. But I really do just like purple." She giggles, lifting her shoulders in a small shrug. "What're you plotting?"

Thea strides over to place the mugs in the sink, turns to lean against the counter and returns Phylica's grin. "Me too!" Pale eyes follow her friend's gaze to the ladder-stairs. "Oh, the loft is Hali's. D'had's daughter. She's lessee… seventeen turns old now? Yeah." There's a laugh at the plotting question, "Ah, nope! Not saying. You'll just have to be surprised." Then she's beckoning to the girl to follow her as she steps to the bedroom door. "This is the addition he built."

"D'had has a daughter?" Comes Phylicia's surprised question, a little startled that the daughter is even that old. Which would put D'had as ancient as her parents, which actually makes the girl grin. She follows Thea to the new addition, eyes widening at the mural on one of the walls, and the general feeling of being lived in. "Ohhhh, Thea." She pauses, forgetting about whatever the other may be plotting. "This is /nice/."

Thea merely smiles, untroubled by Phylicia's reaction, well used to such by now. "Hmm, yeah. He's got three girls, in fact. Two live over Ierne way. Resha's eleven and Darcy's eight." A soft laugh follows for Phylicia's expression, "Like him the age he is. He's stable and…" she pauses to put unvoiced thoughts to words, "He's past a lot of turmoil younger guys go through. I'm safe with him. Everything's right." She leans against the door frame watching her friend take in the new room. "He had harpers paint the mural and glasscrafters do the window." There's a ripple of pride in her voice for her weyrmate's creativity.

Turmoil. Phylicia should be surprised there hasn't been any more dramatics to her relationship with M'nol, considering she's a few months older than he is. She's taking in as much of the mural as she can manage, smiling at it before she finally turns to look at the stained glass windows above the bed, eyes widening slightly. "I didn't say it was a bad thing." She half-giggles, eyes widening at the thought put into this room. "I just… didn't expect him to be so, so…" And she pauses as she tries to think of a nicer way to put it before she grins apologetically to her friend. "Old." Because if Hali is 17, Phy /could/ be his daughter as well. But the apprentice looks between the stained glass and the mural again. "But if you two're happy, that's the important thing."

"Ah he's far from old," Thea says silkily, a purr in her tone and a satisfied smile on her lips. "Teens always think numbers matter. Why should it when he doesn't -look- old?" Her brows dance up and down a few times, "Who knows, maybe one of these days you'll be delivering one of our babies." A laugh bubbles out and she shrugs, adding on a more serious note, "Yeah we are happy."

Phylicia lifts her shoulders in a shrug as she grins, turning back to the mural and looking at it again. "I dunno." She says with a laugh. "It just seems weird that you'd be with a person twice your age." Okay, maybe its not quite that bad, but the point is there, even if its not MUCH of a point. And then Phylicia makes a small face at Thea. "Holding your other hand maybe, but not delivering." Or at least not unless all the midwives and healers specializing in childbirthing were occupied. "I am /hardly/ trained to be handling babes!" And she's laughing now, for all the truth of her statements. She's /not/ trained to deliver babies, even - as with most things - she can guess at the general theory of it.

"Not to me?" Thea isn't thinking anything is strange about it at all. "I like it that he is a man, not a boy. Anyway, you won't be holding that other hand of mine for a long, long time." She winks at Phylicia, then tilts her head at her friend, beckoning her out to the living area. "But even so… you'd come be there for me, right?" Not that she's planning anything, mind you. One hand gestures to the couch if she'd like to sit. "Careful though. It might bite." There's another snicker. Oh, yes. Someone's in a good mood.

"Of course I would, Thea!" Phylicia states, as if the other woman was silly for even asking the question. She follows the junior back out into the living area, eying that couch dubiously. She does want to sit. "Well, if it does bite me, I'll just have to tell the Senior that D'had is housing a viscious entity in your weyr." She jokes as she lowers herself carefully onto the couch by one of the armrests.

Thea plops easily down onto the other end of the couch, kicks off her shoes, pulls her legs up to sit cross-legged, then shifts to face her friend. "Good. Cos I'd want you there." She nods for emphasis, then her brow puckers in thought. "I'm wondering… why they don't have the Healers cross-training skills. You knew the rest of us are, right? Weyrwomen training for Search and Rescue. So maybe emergency healer-stuff for botanists?"

Phylicia slips her shoes off as well, echoing Thea as she tucks her legs up underneath her instead, putting her back in the corner where the back of the couch meets the armrest. "We do, a little bit." She says, wiggling a hand. "T'get promoted to a senior apprentice you have to know a little bit of everything. So I /could/ treat burns. Or deliver babies. Or set a bone. In theory." She says with a grin. "I wouldn't be comfortable with any those as I am with perscribing teas or herbal remedies though." She pauses to think for a moment. "And I suppose you could always do two specialities, if you were feeling dedicated." Which isn't to say she's not, but two specialities would be a LOT of work on her part.

Thea leans forward, an elbow braced on her thigh and chin in hand. "Hmm, see. Theory isn't really the same as in-field training," she points out. "We're doing drills so we -are- comfortable doing the stuff we'd need in an emergency. You guys," She waves her other hand towards the infirmary, "should also be doing some basic drills with Search and Rescue as triage. If we get any big emergencies, we'll need every one of you comfortable with the hands-on stuff." So many questions in the pale green of her eyes, "None of the Masters have said anything?" She's more than puzzled. She's dismayed.

Phylicia shakes her head in agreement. "No, it's not." She says a moment later with a grin as she looks at Thea. "Are you offering to break an arm so I can learn?" She asks her friend, hopefully making her point as to why the training in such things as trauma is a little harder to do, especially if it's a 'secondary' speciality. She pauses to think of another item which no human being would rightfully volenteer themselves for so people like her have an actual case to learn from. "Or.. or we could sever a major artery?" But the questions are all light enough where it should be clear that she's teasing. "In all truth, we learn what we can. I know I got a crash course in trauma recently." Recently being back when Thea fell into the Clutch.

Thea just laughs at that. "D'had would kill me! Nono. You can practice splinting an arm without it being truly broken, silly." She drops her arm, leans back against the armrest behind her. "Same thing with arteries and tourniquets." She nods wryly to the reference about the accident in the ravine. "True, you did. But drills can be set up to look like the real thing, you know."

Well, maybe that would explain the occasional bruised appearance of some apprentices, when things like CPR go wrong. Phylicia lifts her shoulders in a small shrug, leaning into the backrest of the couch, getting comfy. "No ones ever run drills like that with me." She sounds a little disappointed at that, but at the same time relieved. She might be picked on to be one of the 'injured volenteers'.

Thea hmms. "I can ask if they're gonna do them. Might be they're planning to, just haven't started yet?" She's getting that preoccupied look busy people do, rises and paces into her bedroom, returning immediately with a small pad of paper and a pen from the desk in there. She plops back down, her eyes on the paper as she begins writing a few things on it.

Phylicia again lifts her shoulders in a shrug, watching as Thea goes to get that pad of paper and plop back down. "Uh oh." The girl laughs, starting to squiggle out of the depths of the couch. She can possibly see what Thea meant by the couch eating people. "Should I leave you to your work?" She asks of her friend with a grin. She's slipping her shoes back on anyways, but hasn't stood just yet.

Thea finishes writing as Phylicia speaks, "Hrm?" Blink. "Oh! You know, when the thought is fresh…" She gives her friend a sheepish smile. "I'd forget otherwise." She's slipping that pad into her shirt pocket, answering the girl at the same time she's also slipping shoes on. She does stand, apparently seized by the sudden notion brought on by their discussion. "Actually, I need to stop by the office. If you're headed that way, you can walk along with me?"

Phylicia shakes her head with a grin. "Not yet at least." She says. "I have to stop by the weyr and pick up something from the weyr." Is explained as she wedges a foot a little more securely into one of her shoes. She slowly starts meandering towards the door they came in from, planning at least walking part of the way with Thea. "But that doesn't mean we can't walk for a little bit."

Thea snickers as she heads to the door, left open to the little breezes there might be. "Lucky you?" Smirk. She steps out into the heat, leaving the door as is. And so they depart, walking together for their separate destinations.

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