The Temper Tantrum
A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. ~Washington Irving
OOC Date: January 4, 2010
IC Date: Day 3, month 9, turn 21 of Interval 10
Who: Gabrion, Teris
Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr
Gabe brings Teris some papers for the Weyrwoman. She's snippy to him, and he loses his cool.
It's late morning when Gabe arrives in the records room, carrying a sheaf of papers in his hand. He glances around, but doesn't, apparently, see the person he's looking for. His gaze settles on Teris, and he looks puzzled. "Huh," he says to himself.
Tucked away at her usual table, Teris is focused on her work and not so much who happens to be coming in and out. One of the drawbacks of not having an office, when she's not using Tiriana's desk, is other people. So she likely just tries to ignore them. There's a brief glance up, perhaps feeling the eyes on her, then she looks back down at her work.
Gabrion approaches Teris's table and clears his throat. "Uhm," he says awkwardly. "Do you know where the weyrwoman is?"
"She's probably busy," Teris replies in a non-answer sort of way without bothering to look up at the boy until she continues in a long suffering manner, "What do you need her for?"
Gabrion rattles the papers he's holding. "This is some stuff from the infirmary. They asked me to bring it over." He glances casually at the top paper. "I dunno, think they're moving some staff around or something. So... you know where she is?" he asks again.
Her eyes narrow with a hint of impatience at the boy and Teris says, "I'm her assistant, not her keeper. If she's not in her weyr or directly in front of me, then I don't know where she is." Her gaze slips toward the papers, then back up, "Would you like me to make sure she gets them?"
"Um. Okay. I guess," Gabe says dubiously. "As long as I don't get yelled at over it, I don't really care how she gets him. What's your name?" He at least wants to know who he's turning over the papers to, before he hands them over.
"Teris," she says, looking just a little more irritated that she has to. "I'm her assistant, not some stupid drudge you met in the hallway." Like she really has to point this out because obviously the boy need the help. "Who are you?"
Gabrion sighs impatiently. "Neither am I a stupid drudge, alright? I didn't say anything bad about you, just asked your name." Gabe slaps the papers down on the desk. "My name's Gabe, I'm a healer apprentice."
"Then don't act like one," Teris returns waspishly, reaching for the papers that are slapped down onto the table so she can glance over them before setting them aside. "Good for you. Is that all?"
"Just a question," Gabe says with narrowed eyes. "Does it rub off? Or does she give you lessons? Or maybe you were born that way, and like attracts like...?"
"It doesn't really matter because it's none of your business, apprentice," Teris puts some emphasis on the last word there. "I think the Weyrwoman is a perfectly reasonable person."
"So the last one, then," Gabe says with a smartass smirk. "Great, it's nice to have that cleared up. Well, you know what? I don't care if your Faranth's First Assistant, I'm going back to the infirmary and letting them know that I'm not carrying any more papers or hides or what the shell ever down here for either of you. Because I might be just an apprentice, but I'm sick and tired of having people be rude to me for no sharding reason. So. Have a nice life." With that, he turns to go.
Teris smiles right back at him, unruffled by his attempts at being a smartass. "You have a nice life, too, Gabby," she says when he turns to go. "Tell, B'tal to come say hi to me sometime, will you?" Because favors are exactly what someone is going to want to do for her, right?
"No. You tell him," Gabe says over his shoulder, not rising to the bait when she mangles his name. He eyes the door and considers slamming it, but decides instead to just stomp his way out.
OOC Date: January 4, 2010
IC Date: Day 3, month 9, turn 21 of Interval 10
Who: Gabrion, Teris
Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr
Gabe brings Teris some papers for the Weyrwoman. She's snippy to him, and he loses his cool.
It's late morning when Gabe arrives in the records room, carrying a sheaf of papers in his hand. He glances around, but doesn't, apparently, see the person he's looking for. His gaze settles on Teris, and he looks puzzled. "Huh," he says to himself.
Tucked away at her usual table, Teris is focused on her work and not so much who happens to be coming in and out. One of the drawbacks of not having an office, when she's not using Tiriana's desk, is other people. So she likely just tries to ignore them. There's a brief glance up, perhaps feeling the eyes on her, then she looks back down at her work.
Gabrion approaches Teris's table and clears his throat. "Uhm," he says awkwardly. "Do you know where the weyrwoman is?"
"She's probably busy," Teris replies in a non-answer sort of way without bothering to look up at the boy until she continues in a long suffering manner, "What do you need her for?"
Gabrion rattles the papers he's holding. "This is some stuff from the infirmary. They asked me to bring it over." He glances casually at the top paper. "I dunno, think they're moving some staff around or something. So... you know where she is?" he asks again.
Her eyes narrow with a hint of impatience at the boy and Teris says, "I'm her assistant, not her keeper. If she's not in her weyr or directly in front of me, then I don't know where she is." Her gaze slips toward the papers, then back up, "Would you like me to make sure she gets them?"
"Um. Okay. I guess," Gabe says dubiously. "As long as I don't get yelled at over it, I don't really care how she gets him. What's your name?" He at least wants to know who he's turning over the papers to, before he hands them over.
"Teris," she says, looking just a little more irritated that she has to. "I'm her assistant, not some stupid drudge you met in the hallway." Like she really has to point this out because obviously the boy need the help. "Who are you?"
Gabrion sighs impatiently. "Neither am I a stupid drudge, alright? I didn't say anything bad about you, just asked your name." Gabe slaps the papers down on the desk. "My name's Gabe, I'm a healer apprentice."
"Then don't act like one," Teris returns waspishly, reaching for the papers that are slapped down onto the table so she can glance over them before setting them aside. "Good for you. Is that all?"
"Just a question," Gabe says with narrowed eyes. "Does it rub off? Or does she give you lessons? Or maybe you were born that way, and like attracts like...?"
"It doesn't really matter because it's none of your business, apprentice," Teris puts some emphasis on the last word there. "I think the Weyrwoman is a perfectly reasonable person."
"So the last one, then," Gabe says with a smartass smirk. "Great, it's nice to have that cleared up. Well, you know what? I don't care if your Faranth's First Assistant, I'm going back to the infirmary and letting them know that I'm not carrying any more papers or hides or what the shell ever down here for either of you. Because I might be just an apprentice, but I'm sick and tired of having people be rude to me for no sharding reason. So. Have a nice life." With that, he turns to go.
Teris smiles right back at him, unruffled by his attempts at being a smartass. "You have a nice life, too, Gabby," she says when he turns to go. "Tell, B'tal to come say hi to me sometime, will you?" Because favors are exactly what someone is going to want to do for her, right?
"No. You tell him," Gabe says over his shoulder, not rising to the bait when she mangles his name. He eyes the door and considers slamming it, but decides instead to just stomp his way out.