Delenn and L'alie
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Xanadu Weyr - Clearing

A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.
The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the ever present watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.


L'alie is sitting in the grass between Adinaeth's tan paws, legs stretched out in front of her. At first, what she's doing might not be so obvious, but if one looks long enough it will eventually resolve itself to be Lala smoothing down a piece of glass with a sturdy diamond file.

Humming softly to himself, Delenn wanders through the clearing from the direction of the meadow, a favorite place for the nanny to spread out a blanket and read a book. That is, when he has the time. He's got with him a canvas tote, presently looped over one shoulder, and over one arm a blanket. Upon spotting the brown dragon, he lets his feet carry him over, offering him a polite smile and greeting with a bob of his head should he look in Delenn's direction. Peeking around though, he notices L'alie as well, though pursing his lips a bit. "Hello?"

L'alie glances up at Delenn, smiling a little. "Oh, hello." She replies, resting her file on her leg and blowing away the glass dust so that the wind carries it away from her and the nanny. "Did you need something?" She inquires politely, eyes flicking back towards him.

Delenn holds up a hand in another form of hello, but then waves it a bit. "Oh, no no. I was just on my way back to get something to eat. Saw you here and thought I'd say hello." he tells her, his eyes dropping to the glass and the file, his mouth poised as if he were going to ask about them, but then his lips close up tight and draw up quickly into an apologetic smile. "I apologize for interrupting. Do enjoy your day, hmm?" he asks, tipping his head to the side as his shoulders lift gently and he turns to go.

L'alie peers after Delenn curiously. "You were going to say something. It's okay, what's up?" She stuffs the file into her pocket, rising to her feet. "You're the nanny, right? I think I've seen you a few times when I come to pick up Teila and Zee. I'm afraid I don't know your name, though."

Only having been able to take a step before L'alie speaks up again, Delenn turns back to the brownrider and his brows lift a bit. A single blink and a soft blush dusts the nanny's cheeks, "I was just curious as to what you were doing with the glass and file, but it really is none of my business and I didn't want to be rude." he offers and smiles again. Nodding at being labeled correctly, he takes that step back and offers a hand to L'alie. "I'm Delenn," he says in introduction and then that smile truly blossoms at mention of the children. "They are beautiful and wonderful those two. You must be so proud."

L'alie takes the young man's hand in her own callused and worn one, giving it a firm squeaze. "I am. I have beautiful little girls. I don't mind you asking. I was smoothing out the edges of that vial. The infirmiary needed more glass phials for storing medicinal herbs. It's not really my specialty but our last journeyman got Searched a month or two ago, so I'm obliged to fill in here and there until the Hall sends us a replacement."

In contrast, Delenn's hand is smooth and soft, not the hand of someone who'd done much if anything other then gentle things like plucking up babies and changing diapers. The squeeze is lightly returned, and then he lets go again. He listens and nods to what the woman has to say, folding his arms lightly over his stomach as he inclines his head to one side. His startling green eyes are utterly focused, his absolute attention transfixed on the conversation and the brownrider herself. "Oh!" he exclaims and bobs his head, "It's still very considerate of you to help out any way you can. This is why I prefer a weyr to a hold. In a weyr, everyone works together for the greater good, while holders only seem to be out for themselves." A frown for that.

L'alie reaches a hand up to examine a strand of hair that has escaped her braid, considering it thoughtfully while she puts together her reply. "I do what I can. I am craft-bred. SeaCrafters know full well what it takes to get the job done, and that is everyone's cooperation and participation. A Weyr is a ship, without everyone's help, nothing would get done."

The nanny's eyes dart from L'alie to her hair and then back again, his expression falling a bit before the smile returns in full force as he gets back the woman's attention. "It's all rather new to me," Delenn replies, his shoulders lifting upwards quickly and then drifting back down slowly. "Not being craft, weyr or hold-bred myself, I can only lean on what little I myself have observed." A pause and he chuckles softly, "I think I made the right choice settling here. Everyone's been very friendly, and I don't feel like anyone believes I'm below them. Which is good."

L'alie smirks, "Perhaps it's because I am partial, but I like to believe Xanadu is a good weyr." Adinaeth rumbles his agreement, lowering his head to the ground to turn one giant eye towards Delenn. "Where were you from before here, Delenn?"

That's one big eye, er, eyeballing him there and Delenn diverts his attention briefly at it's owner before smiling broadly at the brown, then returns it to L'alie. The question however, makes the smile fade, just slightly. "Originally?" he asks, and moistens his lips. Oh he backed himself into this corner before, it's what he gets for trying to be so honest with everyone. As much as he can, anyway. "I was born near High Reaches," he tells, lowering his gaze briefly, and then he meets hers. "In a brothel."

L'alie snorts compulsively at the tacked on answer. "Not a good place for a brothel.." she muses. "Cold makes for shrinkage." Leave it to L'alie to make a penis joke at the poor man's expense. "That's okay. You know, next time you might want to just say you hail from the Reaches. Nobody needs to know your mom was a whore. Sort of details you save for intimate relationships, I'd think." She scratches her head, pondering this. Adinaeth is making huffing sounds that sound suspiciously like laughter.

Again, Delenn tips his head to one side, but this time his brows lift up nearly towards the line of his hair at L'alie's response. The joke gets a fluttering of lashes and a bright flush across the nanny's cheeks. Oh my. "I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, his expression contorting to one of absolute horror. The flush fades quickly and he fidgets once before he schools back the flusteredness. Green eyes dart towards the laughing dragon and then back to his rider. Oh dear. "It wasn't my intention. I just, don't like lying to people about certain things. What my mother and I were, was nothing I was ashamed of. Perhaps I should be?" he asks, and then suddenly looks down at his shoes. "I'm sorry."

L'alie laughs outright now, "Uncomfortable? You probably just found at least one person in this place who is definitely not uncomfortable with anything you throw at me. I am not exactly a blushing virgin, you know. Something you'll learn about dragonriders. Sex happens, and we're generally cool with it. After 16 turns with mating flights and all that has to throw at me.. not much scares or shocks me anymore." She shrugs and extends her hand to pat him on the shoulder. "I met your biggest fan the other day, come to think of it. Andis. He talked like Rukbat rose and set over your head."

It was a strange new world for Delenn, and it would take longer than a couple of months in a weyr to truly bring about the boy's full potential. The pat to his shoulder brings the nanny's head up and he looks to L'alie, "Everyone is different, and I've met my fair share of prudish dragonriders." After all, Xanadu wasn't the first weyr that the teen tried to settle in. At mention of Andis, Delenn smiles fondly and then looks a bit on the sheepish side. "He's a sweet boy, but…I nearly swallowed my tongue when he told me how old he was. I'd pegged him for thirteen or fourteen, considering his height and behavior." he sighs and shakes his head, "I might have given him the wrong impression when we met, especially if he was going on and on about me. I was grateful for the return of the earring I'd lost. I might of gotten carried away."

L'alie chuckles, "He is rather…shrimpy." She shrugs. "I'm sure it's just a bit of adolescent adoration. It'll pass. And if it doesn't, well.. there's always the desert." She leans back against Adinaeth's forelimb, picking imaginary dirt out from underneath her fingernails. "I'm not sure you'd want to go there, no matter how old he is. No maturity behind it."

Delenn hmmm's and nods, his gaze wandering off as he likely forms an image of the boy in his mind, but quickly his attention returns. He blinks however. Desert? Again his mouth opens as if to ask for clarification, but then L'alie goes on and the nanny shakes his head a bit slowly. "I'm certainly not so lacking for lovers to have to cling precariously to the attentions of someone emotionally immature, but I will have to be careful in the future I think." he confirms, nibbling lightly on the fleshy extension of his lower lip. A sigh soon follows. "I'm sure he'd make someone happy someday, but I really don't see that someone being me."

L'alie wrinkles her nose, discarding some invisible thought with a flick of her fingers. "Nor I. I'm quite happy with the bronzeriders. They are my only weakness, I'm afraid." Every superman has their kryptonite.. bronzonite? No matter. "There I go, I've run out of things to talk about. Excuse me while I stand her and look thoughtful, but ultimately perplexed."

Delenn blinks at L'alie again, staring at the moment for a long moment before his rich laughter erupts. He can't help it, and really, it's pleasant and can be rather infectious. "Uh, can't really say there is anything in particular that I'm weak to." he thinks, pursing his lips and considering for a moment before he shrugs and smiles. "I'm afraid I'm a bit of a flirt, and it's already gotten me into trouble with our young friend." Hmmm, yes indeed. "There's a few people I'm seeing. A bluerider from Eastern, and a greenrider from Fort." A pause, "Though I shouldn't be seeing the bluerider as he's weyrmated to a rather jealous young man who doesn't quite seem to grasp the concept of flights not being the same as cheating." Sigh and a headshake, and Delenn hasn't even realized he's sort of gossiping like a bored old lady. Brows lift, "Oh, well. Perhaps I should be off then." he offers, and takes a single step backwards. "Oh yes, who are you by the way? You never said."

L'alie shrugs, "Sounds like a tangled tunnelsnake nest, I'd want to avoid it myself, but that's just me." She pauses and opens her mouth for a moment before recouping. "Oh, gosh. I'm so used to everyone knowing who I am. How rude of me. I'm L'alie, and this is Adinaeth. I'm the Weyrsecond, so if you ever need something, don't hesitate to ask."

Delenn nods to her and smiles, "Well met, L'alie, and pleasant journeys until we meet again?" That said, the nanny turns away and heads back towards the weyr itself.

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