Concerns of the Eggy kind [Warden][FIN]

[Mikki]

A typical Morning had dawned on Warden Weyr. The sun came up, prisoners ate breakfast, went to work, and the gears of the place began turning. People ran this way and that, getting chores done so they didn't get in trouble. Others couldn't care less. They figured why bother, it's not like they had to.

For the most part the people of the Weyr were not one woman's concern. At least, they weren't that day. Keen brown eyes had been watching her firelizard for the past seven day. Glint was going to clutch. There was no doubt about that. She had risen, been caught, and there were eggs on the way. Usually that wasn't much of an issue for the healer. But now, when they lived at Warden? Yeah, things had changed.

The main question that lingered in her mind was 'what am I going to do with these eggs'? There were more prisoners than non prisoners. Frankly, Milune rather not give the eggs to those who had committed crimes. She was very distrustful of the Prisoners, even the non-violent ones. Who knew what nefarious things they could do with a firelizard?

So being the shrewd thing that she was, the healer decided it was probably best to go to the Warden. Though intimidating, she figured he was a reasonable man. Surly he would see her plight and offer suggestions? If all else failed, she could always just sell the eggs. But honestly, she didn't want to resort to that quite yet. They were too precious a commodity to squander on some greedy grubber with ill gotten marks.

When lunch rolled around, Milune skipped it. Instead she made her way to the Wardens office, Glint in toe. Well, more like on her shoulder. She was hardly starting to show, but those lumps were there. The blighter wasn't too happy either. These were her babies that were about to be discussed, and her displeasure showed in the form of a growl when the healer knocked on the Wardens door.

[nozomi]

Apparently 'lunch time' meant 'harass Warden while he's trying to eat' time. At the very sharding least, that was how Warden thought of it. He'd been about to take a huge bite out of a delicious smelling, freshly made meatroll and someone knocked. On. His. Door.

"What?" The meatroll safely on his plate, the Warden slammed down a hand to the desk. Loud snapping words were not the most tactful of ways to express displeasure but there it was, flat out. "Get in here and tell me what you want. Immediately."

Oh.

The healer.

The second Warden saw it was the healer of all people, his expression smoothed from anger to something quieter - calculated disapproval, maybe. A healer, interrupting a man while eating. She'd lead to his malnutrition and then what? Who would lead the prison?

Leshta? Maybe. As long as it wasn't L'vey or - worse - that T'di, sharding Bluerider.

"You're interrupting my food, healer. Be quick."

[Mikki]

Wasn't he just a ball of loving fluff today? It was a wonder that the Prisoners weren't singing his name and remarking on just how wonderful a man he was! Right, maybe if they were still addicted to the Dust.

As it was she gave him a bland look, eying him and then the meat roll. "You're hardly dying of starvation, Warden.", she drawled at him blandly while moving to stand in front of his desk. He was a dragonrider. He would survive if he didn't get his nom noms just that second. They were of better stock.

"I wouldn't come to you if it wasn't important anyway." Gesturing to her Firelizard, she continued. "Glint is egg heavy. Considering her suitor was a Bronze, I'm going to guess the clutch is going to be of at least middling size." As she was spoken about, the Gold glowered, eyeballing that meat roll on the Wardens desk. Hmm, lunch time? Maybe, if she was quick. She'd bide her time, for now.

As the Queen schemed evil schemes Milune further outlined the situation. "Basically, I need your input on what to do with them. I know there are probably guards who would do well with extra eyes at their back. I just need lists."

[nozomi]

"You interrupted my meal to discuss firelizard eggs?" The look he gave her was nothing short of venomous, lips automatically pulled into a scowl. Warden placed his hands on the table and, very deliberately, stood from his nice, comfortable chair with his eyes quite firmly attached onto the healer. "Let me understand this, healer. You come into my office during lunch which is free time for even the prisoners, talk back to me as if I were a weyrbrat and you my creche mother instead of your superior.

"Your idea of important is that your Gold Flew and was caught by a Bronze. Because she has a middle sized clutch. Because you want to know what to do with a clutch of firelizard eggs." A single eyebrow arched, that scowl still firm on his face. "And, in fact, you are demanding even more work from me because you haven't asked yourself. Well, healer."

Warden straightened his shirt, squared his shoulders. His chin rose. He would never be considered tall but damned if he let his authority be undermined.

"Her eggs fate will be the same as all clutches. If you cannot find someone to take an egg, you will destroy it. I will not be providing you with a sharding list, woman, look around! There are plenty of guards to ask."

"Now. Anything else? Or are you done being impertinent?"

[Mikki]

Not one to be cowed, Milune just stood there and let him blow off his steam. Her expression was slat blank, though her eyes glinted with defiance. Let him yell all he wanted. It didn't change that she was there, and that she wasn't afraid of him.

"Warden," she started out calmly, her voice level but flat. "The only particular reason I asked you for a list because I thought you may have specific individuals in mind who would do well with a firelizard companion." Before she got further yelled at, the Healer held up a placating hand, palm out.

Honestly, why did everything have to resort to yelling? Yelling got nobody anywhere. Neither did aggression. "I was in no way demanding that you do more work than you obviously have. But I thought it would be the responsible thing if I came to you first." The woman put emphasis on responsible, wanting to perhaps appeal to his sense of duty. She wasn't above psychological means of placating the man.

"There is nothing more Warden. If there is nothing more to say, I will leave you to your lunch.", so she could get to her own, she dryly thought to herself.

[nozomi]

He'd managed to put children in their place with firm words before and he'd damn well do it again. Warden was not the sort to raise his voice outside of the initial snarl with the knock, hadn't bothered to put that much effort into his tone since then. His eyes narrowed even further, dark slits when the girl continued with the creche mother talk.

"First of all? Don't condescend to me, healer. I appreciate it even less than I do being interrupted. Second, I didn't ask for an explanation, my almost questions were rhetorical. Third. You aren't scoring points. Fourth, get out of my office and I swear by the formerly fallign Thread that if I hear another word out of you, I will have the gold wher eat the entirety of your flits clutch. She'll do it if I ask nicely enough."

Warden shoved a finger towards the door, his face hard, expression closed. "Not. One. Word."

[Mikki]

No matter how one tried, you just couldn't win with some people. The Warden was one of them. Apparently he had reached his tolerance limit too. She also knew better than to further press her luck. If there was one thing anybody knew at the Weyr, it was that the Warden didn't make idle threats.

Sure to keep her mouth shut, though her lips were pressed in a thin line of displeasure, Milune nodded stiffly. Even Glint was quiet, though her eyes were whirling almost orange. How dare this man treat hers like this? Her brain was whirling now, set on revenge of some sort. Maybe she'd poop in his Klah when he wasn't looking, just for good measure.

But for now the Healer just bowed and did an about face, leaving the Wardens office with her back ram rod straight. See if she ever showed him mercy when he got hurt. Hmmph!