You'll Never Guess... (Backscene)

Characters Alekzandyr, Alexa
Synopsis Alexa has some surprising news for her brother. As well as some blisters for him to fix up.
Out-of-Character Date April 2, 2019

Igen Weyr - Moonshine Gardens
A large sandstone archway provides a dramatic entrance from the soft fine sands of the lake shore. The room within defined by sandstone brick walls which vary in height, but none low enough to be seen over. Colorful awnings stretch overhead, connected by a series of poles and wires so that they float effortlessly above. They provide shelter from the sun during the day, and a warm comforting feel at night lit by electric lights. Plank flooring is stained a medium cherry hue, giving an odd effect to the open space.

A solid wall at the back leads to a smaller building where the kitchen is located. Colored glass shelves line the wall in irregular intervals, stocked with all fashion of liquor and wine. A massive bar rests in front of the wall, an exquisite piece of skybroom polished and stained to a flawless black finish, accented with two inlaid meandering stripes of pearl and silver. Matching black and silver stools line along the front of the bar. Round tables for four-somes to six-somes are spread about haphazardly with comfortable but also easily replaceable wicker chairs.

The sun was inching closer towards the horizon, but it wasn't much near the point where there was any sort of color change overhead, merely a visual representation of time marching on towards late afternoon. Which was just fine for Alek, tucked away in one of the back corner booths of the garden with a few herb related books and craft related clippings, looking oh so concentrated. There was a plain bottle of water nearby, but it was relatively untouched, the seventeen turn old boy lost to whatever he needed from the three open reference texts before him and the notes he jots down in his journal.

By contrast, Alexa is a whirlwind of activity. Loose hair flying around her in a pale, golden halo; easy, breeze, Igen-appropriate clothing fluttering and flapping around her limbs. She's a hurricane in human packaging and looking about as wild-eyed as might be expected of a storm. But there is a grin pulling at her lips, a light in her eyes that speaks of excitement rather than apprehension, a quickness in movement that speaks of enthusiasm rather than fear. And so it is in a rush that she flounces into Alek's booth, sprawling over lush pillows and utterly ignorant of his cuttings and reference texts as she claims her place and declares with wild abandon, "you will NEVER guess what happened to me today!"

Effortlessly, Alek pauses what he's doing as soon as his sister gets within radar range, anything that could be knocked over or sent clattering to the floor with the quickness in which she moved is steadied. Only when he was sure that it was safe to do so does he let up, green eyes sent directly Alexa's way with one tawny brow lifted for her statement. Three beats of a drum later and the healer craft apprentice completes his study if only to declare, "You're right," with broad grin and an easy chuckle, "I can't. You should probably tell me." Meanwhile, he was closing his books and sealing up his precious samples, tucking them away back into his satchel cautiously and carefully with as much subtlety as he could possibly manage.

Alexa's grin is wide indeed — full of enthusiasm. And teeth. At least she does not make him wait long, a small bounce sending her upright as she digs into a pocket and produces a white knot to present. "I got SEARCHED!" And of course, she said yes. "And blisters," she adds, eyeing her not-knot holding hand with a grimace. "But you can fix those, right?" Sure he can! Knot shoved back into her pocket, and she's offering both hands, palm up, toward her brother. "Do your plant voodoo on my hands and fix this, please?" Pleeeeeease? Too bad those big-eyes and batted lashes probably have zero effect on her biological brother (hard to pull that card, when he's the one that taught it).

Yes, that was a very wide grin, and for a moment Alek is wholly suspicious, giving the girl as best of a once over as possible before she bounces to a seated position. Man was he glad he put away what he was working on, because the while table shifts minutely. Scary stuff. Eyes widening as Alexa produces her knot and makes her announcement, the boy blinks a few times in silent contemplation before flashing her his best grin. "Congratulations, Allie. I'm so…" But the rest trails off, distracted by the condition of her hands. "What the fu…" Again, really, best that goes no further as Alek heaves a ginormous sigh and gives the girl a long scolding look before he leans over and grabs his bag, bringing it to his side so that he can pull out this and that. Plant voodoo indeed. "What, they knotted you and immediately set you to work?" Did he sound irritated and like he would hunt down this person and 'handle' them. Yes, yes he does.

"Mm. More like they set me to work and then knotted me," Alexa admits, though her grin is ever-present and her voice amused rather than irritated. Oh, she's annoyed. But that definitely takes a back-seat to being somewhat ridiculously pleased at her present situation. "My journeyman nearly flipped his lid," she adds, which only makes her grin more. Tucking herself into a cross-legged position, she patiently waits with hands out, palms up, for Alek to dig in his bag and get the necessary things to make his magic happen. "He's the one that set me up for it. I mean, he didn't do it on purpose," she continues, rolling her eyes. "But if it wasn't for him being a total ass, I don't think— well. It doesn't matter. It happened." And she's thrilled. Baby blisters on her palms aside, she's definitely excited.

Oh the look that Alek gives Alexa just then, a mix of astonishment and repulsion for the chronological order in which she was knotted, albeit brief. After that, there's some lip pursing and silence, several things pulled out of his satchel and set onto the table. His sister might be enormously pleased, with every right to be, but her brother might just be coming up with creative ways to hide bodies. "Ugh, would you…" he exhales roughly as he takes one of her delicate hands in his larger ones and examines it closer, "…would you look at that…" Really he was more muttering to himself than anything else, soon unscrewing the lid off a small short jar and carefully smoothing the salve inside in a thin layer over Alexa's blisters. Speaking of nearly flipping lids, the boy glances upwards at mention of it, but keeps what he thinks to himself. One never knows who might be listening, but it wasn't difficult to guess what he was thinking given his expression. Still, Alexa's level of thrill and excitement was difficult to ignore, and it's probably the only reason that Alek's features don't sharpen further, but rather begin to soften. "I'm happy for you, Allie," he murmurs, wrapping a thin and semi-wide stalk of something around her hand to cover the salve smeared blisters.

"Are you?" The question is genuine, a little of that glee dampened as Alexa sits calmly and lets her brother baby her hands. "I'm still going to be here," she points out. "I'm not going anywhere. And I wouldn't. Not without you," she promises. "But I couldn't say no." Of course not! Who says no to the chance to have a dragon!? Certainly not THIS girl. "What's wrong?" comes a moment later, an eyebrow arched as she looks at him expectantly. "I know that look. That's the 'I'm thinking things and they are probably not nice things' look."

A roll of gauze is picked up from the table, used to hold the medicinal plant in place over salve and blisters in a secure but not overly tight barrier between the outside world and what ails that baby soft skin, "I am," Alek confirms, seemingly hyperfocused on taking care of Alexa, but managing not to sound distracted at least. A quick glance upwards as he snips the gauze from the roll, but then back to it as he tapes it down to secure the dressing, "I didn't expect you to say no, Allie. I don't know anyone that would." With that he starts to dress the other hand as he had the first, same sprig of plant and same gauze. "You're not exactly outdoorsy or used to manual labor, and you're probably the most stubborn person I know beside myself." Taping the second dressing in place, Alek wraps his hands around hers, giving them the very lightest of squeezes. Barely there, but hopefully still conveying his sentiment, "I'm just worried about you."

Alexa sits still for it all, watching the process of salve and sprig and gauze with mild curiosity. But it is her brother that has her true attention, a hint of a grin teasing at her mouth for that description of her. "It's not that bad," she decides, offering a squeeze in return before retreating her hands and giving an experimental flex of her fingers. "I mean yeah, there will be running," nose wrinkle, "And stuff," like manual labor, and blisters and probably some sunburn. "But it's not forever. And I'm tough. And it'll be worth it, in the end." She's sure of it. Right now, in the dreamy haze of being newly-Searched, Alexa is utterly convinced that it will be amazing. Reality might paint a new picture, but it hasn't happened yet. "So don't be worried, okay? Cause I'll be fine."

Alek's head come up and he stares his sister down with a quirked brow. Not that bad she says. "Allie, you've got blisters, and it's only the first day…" he notes, but is nonetheless accepting of the gentle squeeze he gets in return. Sighing softly, the healercraft apprentice gets to putting away his on hand first aide supplies, all of which (save the gauze) were from his own personal supply that he'd harvested himself from his own small personal garden. Whatever else Alek was thinking is kept to himself though, mouth opening and then closing again before he exhales another sigh and a smile gently drifts across his lips. "Well, whatever the case. Please be careful, know your limits, and don't push yourself too hard. The days here are stupid hot…" And to this effect, "I'll make you up a salve to protect your skin, and make sure to always carry a bottle of water with you. Small sips throughout the day. Dehydration is no joke…" Catching himself, he flashes an apologetic grin laced with his continued worry for her, doing his utmost to nod but it's not very convincing. Protective Brother Mode fully engaged. "I love you Allie, you're my only family. It's going to be impossible for me not to worry about you."

"Only because I was shoveling things and not wearing gloves," insists the newly-knotted candidate. Those rose-colored glasses are firmly in place, and Alexa is not about to remove them. It's the instructions on self-protection that have those green eyes rolling, a smirk twitching at the sides of her mouth as she returns a "yeah, yeah. I'll be sure to be careful, dad," in clearly teasing tones. "I've been here just as long as you," she declares, reaching out to poke him affectionately in the side. "And I have survived. Even If I look like a drowned weed in these rags," that are not rags, but just loose, desert-appropriate robes, "I wear them, don't I? And I always drink water. And I'm pretty sure the weyrlingmasters know that running in the middle of the day is a bad idea." That she'll be running at the crack of dawn to compensate has not yet occurred to her. Wiggling in, there's an affectionate wrap of her arms around his waist, head to his shoulder as she declares, "I know. I love you too, Alek. And
I promise I'll be alright. And I promise to come crying to you with every ache and pain and splinter, so you can fix me."

That she admits to cause and effect? Alek closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Sisters, man. "Please wear gloves next time," he insists on his very next exhale, finally flipping the flap of his satchel over and securing its closure. There's comes the softest of snorts for being called Dad, eyeballing the young woman to his side, and sets his bag back to the floor, jumping a bit as her finger pokes into his side and automatically covers the offended area with his hand, "You do not look like a drowned weed," comes with a soft frown, apparently somewhat affronted by the very idea of it. As for the rest of it, Alek remains mum, even as he uncaps the water bottle at the table and discreetly slides it over towards her. Yep, he expects her to drink some of it. "Hey, I don't know them and neither do you. I'm erring on the side of caution here." This was a potent mix of brotherly love and healer training, and undoubtedly was only the beginning of his nagging after her overall health. Regardless, Alek releases another sigh, this one light and airy as Alexa coils her arms around him and he finds himself hugging her back firmly. "You'd better, all of the above…" Leaning over he kisses the crown of her head, resting his forehead there. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

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