Tracey vs. GassabiasKaetetrini takes a deep breath, opens her mouth, and then shuts it promptly, but Faranth, she's seeing apparitions now! She closes her eyes and rubs them, wincing as she hurts the bruise at her temple. Openning them, Tracey is still there...oh dear Laria giggles at poor Kaetetrini's discomforture, then rises and curtsies quickly to Tracey. "Good afternoon, ma'am." "Journeymann kaetetrini?" Tracey calls softly, walking into the soing room with a smile as usualy, though with her knot on and a hand full of hides wich ment only one thing. the c2 was here on busyness. "i was told i'd find you here. how are things going?" "good afternoon, mam." smile is given laria briefly as she awaits the journeyman's responce. Merlenn glances up raising an eyebrow noticing Tracey for the first time as she hears Laria, blue eyes glance to the knot, "'g'afternoon Master Baker," she says voice cold remembering previous time she'd seen her. Kaetetrini swallows, it's not an apparition, oh..dear..."I'm fine, Master Tracey," she replies rather dejectedly, "I hurt myself," she mutters, and then hearing Mers voice, she gestures to her mother, "You remember my mother?" Tracey nods slightly, "ohh, yes, Merlenn, is it? pleasure to meet again mam." azure gaze glances first to merlenn then to trini. "i've heard of your injory," the craftsecond says solimly, "fact, it is what brings me here today. not so much the fact you hurt yourself, but /how/ you hurt yourself." a pause, then, "tell me, trini, how did you come to hurt yourself?" Kaetetrini squints, oh no! "Master Sabias accidently kicked me in the head," her voice is very soft indeed. She chooses not to elaborate. Merlenn raises an eyebrow, "accidentally!" she nearly shouts before going on, "accidentally my foot, i'd like to know just what kind of a hall would have a Master like that, why he could have hurt my Trini badly then i'd never be able to marry her off." Laria chokes, staring at Merlenn, wide-eyed. Nothing is said, she just returns to her knitting... "accidently?" Tracey quaries with a hint of doubt and sence she already new the real reason and cause. "not according to this hide sent to me by the hold harper as told him by witnesses. perhaps you mind explaining your side of what happened, truthfuly, trini? hm?" Merlenn pokes her daughter and gives her a look knowing full well she's none too likely to speak her mind, never has been either. Tears well into Trini's eyes, she truely never wanted anyone to get into trouble. "Master Sabais wasn't really happy about Goldean and I coming home," she says. "He got angry with me because I threw out all of his smoked fish," she looks to the side, so she no longer has eye-contact with Tracey, "I shouldn't have done it, I didn't have his permission..." Tracey shrugs. "your were posted here by the craft, he has little choice than to accept you as assistants and treet you with the respect do you as a fello crafter." master flips to another report, this one sent to her by goldean himself. "this note i recieved shortly after you were posted, am i to understand that master gassabias demoted you to Apprentice?" Kaetetrini glances at her journeyman's knot on her shoulder and nods slowly, "He did Goldean too..." her voice cracks, she /never/ meant for anything like this to happen, she would have been better to stay at Paradise. "you understand i need to speak to him as well, to hear what he has to say." Traceys says quietly, a hent of frustraition in her voice, not directed at anything or anyone, yet. "where might i find the master? i understand he wwas enjured so, i'd assume he's in an infirmary?" Kaetetrini nods, "He broke his leg," she repeats in a quiet voice. "Do you need me to show you where it is?" She might was well, since she probably really /is/ an apprentice now. Tracey nods, "please. if you wouldn't mind? i'm afraid i get lost in the hold." Kaetetrini smiles at her, "It's easy to," she stands up, Clarre's knife sliding off of her lap and clanging on the floor. She puts her knitting back on her seat, and looks at the knife, picks it up with a dull look on her face, and then heads out the door, not bothering to say goodbye to either her mother or Laria. Tracey leaves for the East Hall. In the infirmary… Clarre looks at the little green, identifying it at Merlenn's. "Your friend still has my knife" she whispers. Kendrick arrives in from the Kitchens with sweet aromas of cooking food. Clarre raises her eyebrows at the sudden influx of people into the once-quiet infirmary. Kendrick enters quietly, noticing the crowd and wondering what is going on. He quickly finds a place to be where he might not get spotted. Kaetetrini hears Clarre's words, and hands the knife to her, a sort of dead expression on her face. She looks around the infirmary, which she hasn't been in for a good ten turns, and then at Tracey. Clarre carefuly puts the little knife back in its sheath, before assuming a worried expression. Gassabias scowls as he hears the people enter, looking up from his resting position on a cot he scowls. "Whadda ya want" Taral grins innocently and steps away to mind his own business... he's just gettin' something. Clarre winces at the sound of the booming voice that might be her doom as a baker. "master baker Gassabias." Tracey addresses the master formaly and clearly. "Baker craftsecond Tracey at your service. i trust you are feeling well today? or, at least better?" Clarre looks anxiously at the woman wearing the craftsecond's knot, knowing that she's in deep trouble. Then she hears her address the Master, and scrunches down further into her seat. Kaetetrini looks from Gassabias to Tracey as they talk, her color all drained out of her face, making her bruise by her eye more noticable. Azalea walks into the Dining Hall. Gassabias sits up further scowling at his inability to get up "I am feeling well" he barks out. "What do you want? Here to make sure the apprentiences run my kitchen right?" Ayeria steps in from the back stairway. Clarre frowns sullenly, face dark. Ayeria walks out to the Great Hall. Kaetetrini winces at Gassabias' words, she was doing just fine running the kitchen. Laria walks into the Dining Hall. Ankarlen has taken a seat on a bench near the door from which he entered, there he sits quietly, just looking from face to face and wondering what this is going to turn out to be. so the rumer Tracey's heard about this master are not exsdurated at all. "journeyman, master," the craftsecond corects quickly stepping closer to the cot, smile gone from her face replaced by the beginnings of a frown. "they, Kaetetrini and goldean are Journeyman, posted here by the craft, as your assistants, and deserve the same respect as anyother journeyman on pern and as your fello crafters." master pauses for a long moment, "how ever, i've heard otherwise. perhaps you'd care to explain why i've recieved thes reports and what they mean and your version of things hm?" Tracey hand the handfull of hides she'd been carrying to the master for his inspection. "i'm earger to hear your explanation. master gassabias." Goldean steps in from the back stairway. A young woman dressed in harper blue sticks her head in through the doorway, looking around with inquiring gaze at the crowd within. Azalea, drawn by the fuss to investigate. Kaetetrini sees Goldean enter, and breaths an audiable sigh of relief. She goes over to him, and loops her arm around his, emotional support at last! Clarre glances over the new arrival in surprise. /She/ certainly didn't know that 'Trini had a male friend. Goldean smiles at the sudden entrance, "Um, hello Trini!" He nods, being away for a little while, visiting his parents at the cothold. "What's Happening?" He questions looking toward Sabias, now looking with a even more confused face, "Why is HE here?" Gassabias grunts as he scowls at the crowd. "Why do I need to explain myself, this is my kitchen and untill they earn that I can call them whatever I wish. I never requested such a thing as journeymen to help me run here never mind 2 of them and inepts at that." pointing quite forecefully at Trini he states "And that one threw out my perfectly good smoked fish." Clarre stands up abruptly, and at a twinge from her arm, sits back down immediately. Kaetetrini grips Goldean tight, "It had gone bad!" she leans her head into Goldean's arm, and she can't hold back her tears much longer. Her eyes are wet, and her body begins to shake in an effort to stay calm. Goldean shakes, still though with his kind eyes looking into her wet eyes, "Who, what?! What has gone bad?" Clarre murmurs to the Journeyman. "Gassy's smoked fish." Kaetetrini looks up at him, "The fish," she gets out, tears finally starting to flow, "and then he," she points to Sabias, "overturned the table and tried to hit my mother with a frying pan!" Goldean turns his head over to Sabias, looking into the raging eyes of his, but this time he does not bite back, though he does seem to be trying to get into Gassy to stop this insanity! Azalea enters the room as quietly as one can when your slippers are too big and prone to slap against the floor and looks around again. Being apparently the only harper here, she considers intervening in the name of her craft; but pauses a moment to see how things proceed. Tracey's face deepens into a scowl as she paces once more to the cot, one more step. "master gassabias. you are a master of the bakercraft with the responcablities as such a rank posseses. as a member of the craft, you are under the leadership and authoraty of the craft master and second. and as a member of the craft you reprsent the craft with your actions and words." craftsecond pauses a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, "if these reports are true, and i have little reason to doubt them considering some were sent by harpers, then something must be done. the craft /will/ not be represented in this matter and i won't alow fello crafter to be treeted with such disrespect." azure gaze turns to harper present, "mam, i see you are a harper, can i get a drumb message sent to paradis requesting master sybil's presents ergently. possably via dragonback? i'd like her here if possable." Kaetetrini squints, oh not Sybil too! She sniffs, and leans her head on Goldean's arm once again. Goldean looks around as Sybil enter, patting Trini, watching what will appen next. Azalea nods sharply, turning towards the door. "Right away, m'am," she answers before nipping out to the drum heights. Kaetetrini lowers her head, glancing at her father, this is not what she meant to happen. With her head resting heavily on Goldean's shoulder, and her arm still wrapped tightly around his, and her body beginning to shake noticably, she asks in a quiet voice, "Sybil doesn't have to come?" Kendrick meeps softly and decides to hide and listen in instead of standing about. Goldean nods with Trini, hoping not to cause too much trouble within the area. Though he still looks over at Sabias with a 'Now look what you've done' expression on his face. Whishing Gassabias would just leave! "What is wrong with my actions?" Sabias grumbles "I am acting in perfectly good reasons." Clarre scrunches herself down in her chair. She is, however, relieved that she's not the target right now. Turning to her mentor, she frowns. Azalea walks out to the Great Hall. Azalea walks into the Dining Hall. Kaetetrini hears the drums beating dully, and lowers her head, crying again, she never, /never/ meant for anything like this to happen. Kendrick hides behind some things and bites his lip softly as he hears the weeping and the sound of the drums. "am afraid so trini." Tracey replies quietly as she waits, "i can't make a desision as this with the pressents of another master." glance is returned to gassabia. "perfectly good reasons? i should think not master gassabias." craftsecond eyes nearly burn with indignation as she all but glared at the master's suggestion that he's acted in perfect reason. "physicaly fighting under any cercomstances is uncalled for exsept in self defence and i'm to understand by these reports, you started it. i'm also to understand your responcable for the injory to kaetetrini. and trying to demote them.... master gassabias, you know the prosedger for such an action. you must have proper cause and the approvel of at least one other master. at least." Clarre looks anxiously about as the drums thud dully. Azalea re-enters, announcing clearly (though mainly to Tracey), "Master Sybil will be here as soon as he can." Her eyes slide around the room again before she adds, "If needed, I am willing to offer further assistance on behalf of the Harper Hall or to call in a more qualified representative." Kaetetrini looks up at Tracey's words, she's knows what the procedure is...and now she and Goldean really /will/ be apprentices! She was so proud of herself, that she had shown Sybil how well she could do, and now she'll be here for her demotion! Clarre frowns at the word "demotion", but stays silent, eyes round and watching the scene unfold in front of her. Tracey forces a warm smiles for the harper, "thankyou, mam. you offer is duely noted and may, if required, be accepted. please, feel free to stay and observe if you will. i respect the harpers very highly and wouldn't mind having one pressent in the curent sercomstances." Gassabias lays back on the cot again. Trying to ignore everyone. Sybil walks into the Dining Hall. 'Demotion,' Ken whispers to himself, 'does that mean I gotta go somewhere else den?' he wonders, huddeling and wrapping his arms around his legs, 'I dun wanna leave.. an' Trini.. oh.. what'll happen? she said she'd teach me mah numbers, if she leaves...' he rests his head on his knees. Clarre leans over and pats Kendrick's arm. "I know how to count and read. But I don't think she's going to be demoted. I really don't." she says soothingly, trying to believe it herself. Kendrick glances way up at Clarre, he's very much smaller when he's sitting on the floor, and bites his lip, he didnt think he was loud enough to be heard, and a bit surprised to be found so quickly, he's usually better at hiding. Kaetetrini sees Sybil walk in, man that dragon got here fast! This isn't how she wanted her mentor to see her, with a bruise on her temple, and crying like a baby. "Sybil," she gets out through her tears, oh she wanted Sybil to be /proud/ of her! Azalea returns the smile with a faint one of her own. "Thank /you/. I am always glad to be of service." Having said her piece, she stands to one side, arms crosses before her as she watches attentively. Sybil walks into the room, her short frame carying her easily through the dorway into the infimary "Hello Master Tracey, I got a drum message but I fear it was rather short. So what may I ask I am here for?" Clarre tilts her head. So this is the famed Master Sybil. She seems nice enough... Sybil bugs you and hugs you and hugs you more and bugs you more and in general, gives you so many hugabugs that you are officially named ~'Oh Hugabugged One'~ for the next five minutes. Feel honored. You are loved and appreciated! Tracey walks over to join sybil and whispers, exsplaining all that has happened and showing her the reports as well, "i needed the advice of a fello master what should be done." in another husshed whisper, the craftecond explains her idea for handling the situation. "i think in this matter, it's the best thing we can do, give ..." pornouwn isn't heard in the chatter of the room, "to think of what has happened and reconsider .. conduck." Kaetetrini hears some of what Tracey tells Sybil, and sobs a bit, feeling very alone, despite her father's prensence and Goldean so close. Master Tuve, nearing her eigth decade and still as sharp as a tack, is hovering nearby her white hair croped close to her head in a most becoming stily for her heart shaped face cragged with lines of many turns. Her arms are crossed over her descending bosom and she stands watch. Sybil blinks as she slowly takes in the situation. Whispering back to Tracey "I've heard rumers, what has happened?" Kaetetrini sobs again quietly, she's going to be demoted, she'll probably be sent back to the Bakerhall away from all the people she loves, Sybil will be /so/ disappointed--she'll be the laughing stock, because she will have to 'consider her conduct.' She puts her face in her hands dejectedly. Azalea shifts uneasily, the heavy tension in the room disturbing her. Arms drop, only to be recrossed again, then lifts one hand to push a lock of hair from her line of vision and tuck it behind an ear. Her gaze shifts around the tearful, sullen, and silent occupants of the room, but continually return to the masters discussing in low tones. Tuvi pulls a stiff hankerchief out of her pocket and holds it out to Kaetetrini whithout much preamble then moves back to the group of masters her face revealing nothing. Kaetetrini takes the handkercheif, and unceremoniously blows her nose, and wipes her eyes, but it doesn't do too much good, because her face is almost instantly wet again. Tracey shrugs and frwons. "however, in following prosedgers, i can't act unless i have a majority vote from the masters of the craft. does everyone here understand what i've preposed?" craftseconds voice was quiet and calm s she takes the report again and passes the to the harper, for her examination. Kaetetrini lets out a real live sob, now they're voting on it!! Her life is over! Mers will /never/ find her a husband now--a demoted Baker and she never even made Master! Ankarlen almost stands up to go comfort his daughter, then pauses and thinks again, deciding it one of those things that Trini'll have to deal with on her own. He's here, anyway, so he just remains silent and observent. Gassabias snorts and glares at all the masters "This is my kitchen I should not have to defend myself." he sits back again leaving his leg on the bed it almost looks like he's about to get off the table. Tuve turns to Kaetetrini's direction, "Girl, do try to control yourself. Sniviling won't rectify the situation, enact some dignity." Clarre's eyes open wide at Master Tuve's comment. She chuckles in spite of herself. Kaetetrini groans at Master Tuve's reprimand, and heaves a gaint sob. "Y-y-ysss, M-m-m-asterrrrr," she sobs again. Sybil sighs as she looks at Trini "Well I am all in agrement with your decision. He has not been acting like a master in good standing." Kaetetrini sniffs, master in good standing? Tracey nods slowly, turning gaze to master tuve. "master tuve? do i have you agreement as well?" Tuve nods sternly to Kaetetrini, she just doesn't like to see anyone snivel and carry on to no end. Dignity and self control was the thing. She nods, "I agree in kind Master Tracey. His behavior has been less than...admirable." she says choosing the word carefully. Kaetetrini slows her crying some, trying to understand what is going on. Azalea scans the report, her face expressionless, and then hands it back to Tracey, nodding slowly. "The proposal is well-supported," she adds in, looking around again. "There is reason enough here for it if this is accurate." Clarre looks back and forth between the cluster of Masters and Kaetetrini, trying to figure it out. Kaetetrini sniffs hard, what proposal? she wants to ask. She feels like running to her father's lap and crying her eyes out, but she's coherent enough to realize that isn't an option. SHe just stands, crying quietly, waiting for the Masters to explain what is going on. Clarre whistles sharply to Alana, who immediately runs to her side. "then it shall be. as difficalt as it is, it shall be." with this, Tracey walks back to the cotside, a stirn, yet somewhat tird look on her face as she nods a thankyou to the harper, motioning for the masters to follow her. "master Gassabias? in light of the reports we've all revied and seen, the masters have reached a desision as to the craft's standing in this matter. are you wiling to adhear to the crafts judgements?" not that the latter question would have any baring, it was just a question. Kaetetrini's eyes, turquoise from tears, watch Tracey closely...Gassabias has to adhear by their decision? Gassabias snorts "In my kitchen I have the say, no high and mighty craft master can tell me what to do." Kaetetrini gasps, did he really just say that! "Master Sabias..." she pleads in a whisper. Tuve's eyes widen in shock and she whispers for sybil's ears only, "He's lost his mind completely!" Goldean looks around, watching...just watching. Trying not to get into this though Sabias' look toward everything and his disrespect, makes him look toward Tracey in wonder? Tracey frowns deeply. "if you plan to denounce the craft and retire, then you are corect. however, untill such time as you do, the craft masters have every right to post promote, demote and aknolage who they will and when they will." Tracey shrugs, eyes stirn and near cold. wearing this craftsecond's knot sometimes isn't the most pleasent of tasks, specialy when i am faced with a desision i am today." a pause, then craftsecond continues, "it is the ruling of this craft that you are to be reposted to southern untill such time as you've had adiquit time to reconsider your conduct. ferthermore, you're rank is hearby reduced to that of SR. journeyman untill you can addiquitly prove you're capability to handle the responcablity of master again. this is effective emedantly." another pause, "in light of your enjury, you won't be posted till you've recovered, how ever, you are to stay out of the hold kitchens. this is nolonger your posting. kaetetrini is in charge of the tillek kitchen now." Kaetetrini blinks, "Wha'?" Goldean looks with a scringed face, "Huh?" Kendrick bites his lip, wondering if this is a good thing or not, hard to tell when you cant see anything thats going on. Gassabias snorts again as he turns away "Fine then I will go to Southern, I will have my own kitchen of course?" "that will remain to be desided at a later date." Tracey conludes with a note of finality. "you may, and i stress the fact, /may/ be given an apprentice as an assistant, but this i to be seen later." Azalea keeps her mouth set in a firm thin line, letting the others remain in control of the situation per common etiquette. One eyebrow, however, cannot help but remain in a low arch of perhaps disbelief at Sabias. Gassabias nods as he stares at the Masters "May I have privacy now?" Tracey nods slowly as she turns away, heading for the exit. she was tired and wanted to find someplace, any place to relax. passing the harper, a warm smile is offered and another, "thankyou, mam. i appreciate your pressents in this matter. thankyou for your suport. " Tuve nods as well and follows the other masters out of the room without saying a word though she nods in deference to Master Tracey.
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