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[sirsolace]

WHO || Solace, Scout [open]
WHAT || Solace meets with his squire
WHERE || Healing Room, 2nd Floor, Knight's HQ
WHEN || May 14, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ Solace is a busy man, it seems, and difficult to reach, but he finally leaves word for Scout to meet him at the end of a shift spent in the recovery room upstairs. It's quiet when she enters, a few Knights resting in beds as he moves between them, robes dusting the ground. ]

Comments

[burnsbright]

[She gazes back steadily, completely without intention to explain, and relaxes a bit at his response, more at the expression than what he actually said. Few people plan for it, after all.]

Thank you, sir.

[sirsolace]

I would hope it a matter of assumption.

Now, surely you must have more questions regarding our procedures.

[burnsbright]

[One of Scout's hands, down at her sides, flips palm-forwards for just a second, a kind of tiny shrug.]

I always have questions, sir. I'll need to know about your medicines, since they're not what I'm used to, and if and how they work differently on nonhumans. If there are particular protocols I need to follow, or a uniform. Do they observe holidays he - no, I can look that up myself. How long have you been a division head, if I can ask?

[sirsolace]

Or other orderlies can train you in such matters. You'll be allowed to shadow them before being expected to attend to the room on your own.

It's preferred for those working this wing to wear simple robes, usually white. I imagine we could find some in your size, readily.

[ A pause ] As to your other question, nearly two score years now.

[burnsbright]

[She's doing minor stretches now, really not even thinking about it, things like standing with one leg ahead and bent while the other is behind.]

I appreciate it. Are they Knights? ...Is everyone in this castle a Knight? If it's possible, could I have undyed robes? I just... I like the color better, sir, and it doesn't show sweat as much.

A score... that's twenty. You were young when you came into it. [Thinking out loud.]

[sirsolace]

Almost everyone here is a Knight, but there are others as well, who do some of the more menial labor. Wynn offers employment to some who are refugees of the Shadow World, but ill-equipped for a lifestyle of adventuring and risking their lives.

[ he finds her commentary on his age worthy of a snort ] I knew a great deal less then than I do now. Age does not figure into it.

[burnsbright]

Do they swear to anything? He said Knights and Knights in training could just leave if they wanted...

[She hand-shrugs again, this time incorporating some elbow movement, then stretches that arm, holding it against her chest] No one ever stops learning.

How long do most squires stay squires?

[sirsolace]

So far as I am aware, they swear to secrecy and complete some legal documents to that order.

The length of squiring processes can vary from as little as a month or two to half a year or more. It depends on the readiness of the squire.

[burnsbright]

That's - I see. [More surprise.]

[sirsolace]

It's hardly a precise science.

[burnsbright]

Understatement. [Scout blinks and shakes her head slightly, dismissing her half-horrified feeling.] That's to teach squires how to work with the Knights, then?

[sirsolace]

And to decide whether it's the life they truly wish to lead.

[burnsbright]

You're not... really as structured as I thought. [She says that very softly, with a trace of... what? Regret?]


[Crisply.]

-I'll adjust.

[sirsolace]

Our organization has procedures and protocols but we aren't a military group, and those who come here seek growth in many ways. Not all of them seek to be soldiers or scholars or healers. Everyone becomes somewhat responsible for self-directing their path.

[burnsbright]

I'm starting to figure that out. [She's progressed in stretching to standing on one foot with the other leg bent sharply at the knee, held in place with one hand. Doesn't wobble at all.]

Are there going to be - set times to talk to me if you n- if that's needed, or should I just come find you?

[sirsolace]

It is customary for you to to be able to contact me at any time.

[burnsbright]

Should I just comm you then? [wait, that's not what they call it here] I mean, put in a call to you?

[sirsolace]

You are welcome to.

[burnsbright]

Or written messages - texts. You call them texts. Those are okay too? I'll try not to ask things I can't find out from the orderlies.

[sirsolace]

If I found your question to be inane, I would simply say as much.

[burnsbright]

[solace, you're gonna get so many texts when she has questions. ...she's going to want your bio, a piece at a time.]

All right. And I would assume if there were things you didn't want to say, for... whatever reason, you'd just tell me you're not going to explain.

But I think I'm good for now. Was there anything else, sir?

[sirsolace]

I think that will be all for today, Sir Esterhazy.

[burnsbright]

Very good, sir. [Scout bows, arms at her sides, and starts turning away, looking speculatively at the mat.] I'll talk to you later.

[Her desire to respect authority seems to clash a little with her desire to have some say, take some charge in a situation.]