A Missing Ysa

Ista Weyr - Infirmar
Equipped with the latest healing technologies, this spotlessly clean, large room smells slightly of antiseptic and numbweed. At one end, cots sit for the recovering to recover on. At the other end, are the proceedure tables. Cabinets with supplies and medical files sit along one wall. At any given moment, there could be any number of people in here. A weyrchild with a broken arm, a mother recovering from giving birth or even one of the residents recovering from heat stroke or sun poisoning, a rider and dragon recovering from a strained wing muscle.

Chaton is in the back of the infirmary, hunched over a desk. He's hurriedly writing an admend to a patient file, helping the healers catch up with all of the busyness going on at Ista.

Shorynia had been wandering the Weyr looking for Ysa and had been told that she was in the infirmary. So the girl stormed in, having also heard that Ysa was gone and her eyes quickly confirm her fears. No Weyrwoman means no Weyr. She spots Chaton at his desk and approaches him, trying to calm herself, "Chaton?"

Chaton finishes dictating his notes to the paper, and stands up hurriedly when his name is called. "Yes?" he says, and his harried expression melts to one of joy when he sees Shorynia. "Shorynia! Hello. May I say that you look exceptionally lovely today?"

Shorynia smiles, but still looks somewhat serious, "Thanks… do you… do you know where Ysa went? More importantly, if she's coming back…"

Chaton shakes his head. "No idea. Um. I saw her last night, over there." he motions to her empty cot. "I did the last rounds of the night, helping out the healers here, and then I turned in for the night. So, no, I have no idea where Ysa went, or if she's comming back. Though I should hope so."

Shorynia nods, grimmacing, "Do you mind if I join you? The rest of the Weyr is getting chaotic with her being missing. At least here it's quiet."

Chaton nods. "But of course. Anyone is welcome at the infirmary." he smiles and pulls over a stool for her to sit on. "Why don't thy just ask her Ellamariseth where she is? Shouldn't she know where her rider is?"

Shorynia sighs, sitting and leaning against him, "They say that she's not answering. She probably finally needed a vacation, but with no headwoman…" She trails off, leaving the scariness unspoken.

Chaton casually leans back in his chair. "Are there no Junior Weyrwomen to take her place temporarily? Surely there is a chain of command in case something happens to the leaders." he smiles and gently puts his arm around her. "Plus, you still have a weyrleader, don't you? Isn't he able to lead the Weyr?

Shorynia nods and shakes her head at the same time, making an odd diagonal motion, "There's only one junior and she just transferred in. She's trying, but it's a lot to manage. And X'hil… honestly I haven't seen him since the party, but he's an interrim weyrleader…"

Chaton nods. "Well, perhaps it's time for both of them to get their feet wet and earn their keep. If everyone works together, then one person's disapearance shouldn't matter. Someone should be able to carry on." he gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, alright? It's not the fall of Ista. Just the disapearence of Weyrwoman Ysa."

Shorynia shrugs, snuggling into him just a tad, "Perhaps… What if one leads to the other, Chaton? I don't want to go anywhere else."

Chaton wraps both arms around her and kisses her gently on the forehead. "Shh, now. Don't worry, alright? It's bad for your health. Plus, the weyr won't fall. I'm sure the leaders here will make sure of that."

Shorynia smiles gently when he kisses her forehead, and sighs, "I try not to… but I know that when I go back out there I'll get put to work making food or watching kids… or both… there's so little staff."

Chaton looks at Shory, and smiles. "Did you bring the blocks? I'm telling you that those blocks are like magic to little kids. They absolutely love them." he laughs, and adds, "And I'm sure you make delicious bubblies."

Shorynia chuckles, "You might be right about the blocks… they're in my pocket… but Chaton… I burn water… You better hope someone else gets tapped to make dinner."

Chaton snorts and bursts out into laughter at 'burn water'. He hugs her tight. "Smart and witty, shards girl, you never cease to amaze me."

Shorynia giggles, blushing, "I wish I was joking… Ma asked me to make pasta once… I think she threw out the pot afterwards."

Chaton smoothes down Shory's hair and grins. "Well, maybe you just need someone to walk you through the process, eh?" he asks, smiling. "My mum is a cook at Igen Weyr. I know a little something about teasing water into boiling instead of burning."

Shorynia chuckles, "Perhaps… I suppose if someone suitably kind and patient were willing to help, I might give it a try."

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