L'alie and Vivian

Xanadu Weyr - The Firelizard Theatre


There are many different things to look at here. In the northern part of this field lies a massive fort made out of wood. About 10 feet to the right of the fort, there are wooden sit-toys carved in the likeness of dragons and even painted as such. In the middle of the field are two sets of swings suspended from a wooden beam, held up by two wooden beams on either side. To the left of the swings is a 5 by 6 rectangular box filled not quite to the top with sand from Xanadu Weyr's Beach. To the right of the swings are monkey bars, completely crafted out of wood. In front of you are two seesaws, both made out of wood. Finally, to your near left are two benches underneath a large Lemosian Ironwood tree. You find yourself standing in the Courtyard of The Firelizard.

L'alie has both girls today, so she's taken them to the playground while R'sul is in a meeting with Niva. Teila is on the swings, flying as high as she can. Zee has found herself a pile of leaves and is rolling in them with all the fierceness of a 12 month old.

Vivian makes her way down to the area of the field, even though it's for children she lets her young firelizard loose to fly off. Viv walks slowly across while she watches Aine fly around, one of those typical morose contemplative looks that teenagers are infamous for.

L'alie notices Vivian and straightens up from her crouch. She waves to the young girl and calls out, "Hey, Vivian. What's up?" Zee squeals and throws more leaves into the air and then crawls across Lala's foot to explore elsewhere.

Vivian glances round when she hears her name being called, her eyes narrowing a little given her current thought process when she sees who it is. "Hi." She murmurs back even as she almost dutifully changes tack to walk in her direction. "Children enjoying themselves?" She asks politely.

L'alie smiles, "They are. How are you, dear?" she asks in motherish fashion, scooping Zee up and redepositing her away from a bug she was thinking about eating. "You've been very quiet lately, are you still upset about the fight with C'yr?"

Vivian shakes her head even as she shrugs her shoulders by way of response. "No, it's my sentanced time serving the minecraft that I didn't like." She replies huffily as she absently kicks her foot into the leaves.

L'alie lifts her eyebrow, moving to lean against the monkeybars. "What's that about minecraft duties? Mallorn is a nice enough fellow, and Malsk isn't so bad either. We all do what we can to help out." Except for the spoiled children of Niva, it appears.

Vivian had been attempting to help out, least that's how the mind of a spoiled child saw it; as a result indignation at the punishment is the highest of priorities for this teenager. "It was like slavery, i'm not suited to that kind of work."

L'alie smirks, "Slavery? Oh, honey, you haven't learned the least bit about slavery. Saying that you're not suited to honest work will get you foisted out on your ass." The Weyrsecond arches on eyebrow and smiles, "Well, I suppose those who can't, don't. You'll find something you're suited for, I imagine."

Vivian gives a derisive snort accompanied by another foot sweeping through the leaves. "I'm not made for manual labour." She replies to L'alie holding out her beautifully manicured hands for inspection. "I was thinking perhaps needlework or maybe some kind of supervisory position would be better."

L'alie lifts an eyebrow, "Needlework, or supervision, hm.. I'm sure I could have a word with the seamstresses and the nursery staff and put in a good word for you, I'm sure they'll both be happy to have someone capable." Careful what you wish for.

Vivian lifts her eyes from the ground to look at L'alie, suspicion is clear on her face at the ready offer. "When I say needlework I do mean like some embroidery yeah, and i'm not sure I should be trusted with children." She adds on the excuse for nursery duty straight off.

L'alie considers, rubbing her chin, "Embroidery? I suppose I could speak with Niva about apprenticing you to the Weavers, if you'd like to do that. There's just not much demand for it in the Weyr though."

Vivian considers that for a little while before she answers with a tentative. "Don't you have to do a lot of other things if you apprentice to them though?" She asks her.

L'alie shrugs, "For awhile. You have to learn how to sew before you can learn to embroider, you know. Generally a weaver will make the clothing they embroider on, not just embroider someone else's work.And you'd want to have other skills to make your living, as you probably wouldn't get a lot of commissions as an embroiderer.." She shrugs. "But you did say you weren't fit for manual labor, so sewing doesn't sound so bad to me. I mean, you can't be picky if you want to be lazy."

Vivian listens to all of this with a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I'm not lazy, just delicate." She says defensively and not quite sure what else to say she shrugs instead, her gaze returning to the leaves at her feet until Aine flys back across the field to land on her shoulder, the firelizard curls affectionetly into her neck, a reassuring croon emitting from the firelizard at her owners distress.

L'alie gives Vivian a sly look and then shrugs, "Well, miss delicate.. it's come to my attention that I really need an assistant. R'sul takes on too much, and I take it from him, and so I end up with too much. I could definitely use some help. It's up to you though."

Vivian lifts a hand to stroke the firelizard curling into her neck. "I suppose that could be okay, you can tell me exactly what that entails later on though, i've got an appointment I need to go to just now." And with that she turns and walks quickly off.

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