Chat with a 'Future Weyrwoman'

Xanadu Weyr - Observation Level

Dark blue seats form a semi-circle around the sands below, the lowest row separating from the sands themselves by merely a railing. The seats climb upwards, each row a bit higher then the previous, and they are broken up into sections by 3 sets of staircases. Lights are evenly spaced along the outer wall, lighting the seats and the sands easily, though they tend to be dimmed unless a major event is taking place. A large balcony looms overhead, darkening some of the seats, providing a place for observers of the draconic kind to watch without obstructing the view for others.

When one looks over the railing, the oddly hued sand below can be seen easily, the circle-shaped area of the sands spread out to the far walls, the sand itself a unique mixture of red and white grains.

Vivian makes her way up into the observation level, a sigh escaping her lips as she walks to the front and looks down onto the sands below.

Some news spreads quickly across the weyr. That seems to be the case with word of the fate of those missing dragon eggs. It's enough to unsettle Rogawani and drive him from his usual time out in the meadows with the runners or doing somewhat forced labor for his foster-father in the stables. Hiding out in the warmth and relative seclusion of the observation area, Ro' is seated up on the second row of seats, head down and fingers moving over each other. Then, the sound of footsteps perks the boy's head, blinking over towards Vivian. "Oh, hey there." He offers.

Vivian starts to walk along the front of the level, checking downwards as she goes, it's only really when she hears a voice nearby that she actually turns to look and see who it is that is disturbing her peace. "Hello." She replies, "And who might you be?" Her tone of voice is all of a sudden acidic in nature, just barely short of a proper sneer as she looks the boy over.

A tilt of the head is the first response from Rogawani, followed not too long after by a straitening of his shoulders as he sits up a bit straiter. "Rogawani. One of the weyr messengers." He explains, giving a small inclination of his head, "You're… Vivian right? The older of the Weyrwoman's daughters?" He asks trying to place the face among the rest of the weyrfolk that linger in and out of his mind.

Vivian is probably fairly well known around the, though infamous is probably closer to the mark. "Rogwani." She repeats the name back aloud, a hint of contempt peeking through even though she shrugs her shoulders at his follow up. "I am Vivian yes, secretary to the Weyrleader." She informs him before she turns her back on him to lean on the balcony and peer out at the eggs again. "How long till they hatch?" She asks him.

Although his mouth does twist upward in a half-smirk, Rogawani doesn't correct his name. "Well, it's nice to meet you." He offers, leaning forward a bit once her back is turned to peer at the half-covered eggs protected by the clumped group of dragons on the sands. The question is answered at first with silence, a moment's thought, but then he offers, "Soon. If I had marks to wager, I'd say a day or two, no more than three." Shrugging slightly, he tries to crain his neck to look at her. "You were a candidate once, right? Not standing this time?"

Vivian leans over a touch further before settling back to a more comfortable pose, probably trying to tease him, she's got a fairly good looking body and apparently knows how to make herself look good. (If only it wasn't for the attitude). "I stood once before to see what the experience was like, my gold isn't in this clutch so quite simply I'm not standing in it." She explains so matter-of-factly, she obviously believes it.

Unable to quite help himself, Rogawani does give a brief look towards the young woman's pose, but all too quickly the threat from her mother rings in his ears as if a miniature version of the Weyrwoman were standing on his shoulder. "Ahh." He replies with a nod of his head. "Well, I'm sure she'll be waiting for you sooner or later." He offers, using the same tone of voice he had once used to re-assure Xaliyan when he spoke of not impressing. "My half-brother is standing for this one, hoping for a bronze." His face contorts into a wry smile, although it only mananages to leave a small, sly hint in his voice.

Vivian simply nods her head at his words, no matter how hollow they might really be. She turns round to face him and leans back, her elbows ion the balcony behind her. "Who is he?" She asks him, apparently interested which probably means she's up to something but for the moment she is actually being nice.

"Donakan. Short, curly haired kid, few years younger than me." Rogawani explains, propping himself up with his elbows pressed against his legs. Raising one shoulder in a half-shrug, the boy scans over the sands with their mounds of hidden eggs, and then slowly turns his eyes towards Vivian's face. "He's a bit of a twit to be honest, but sometimes you're just stuck with them. Blood 'n all." He comments, reaching up one hand to scratch just above his ear, a motion that causes a small green firelizard head to peek momentarily up from underneath the collar of his riding jacket.

Vivian has turned those intense hazel eyes on him while she listens. "Younger siblings can be like that, I'm sure that's their job in life." She answers back to him. "We don't get to choose them, but we do get to choose if we acknowledge or put up with them though." And the fights with her younger sister have been the talk of the weyr a few times in the past as well. She raises brows at the appearance of the green. "I presume that's yours?" Her tone slipping the closest to disdain that it has since she started speaking.

Seeming thoughtful of her words, Rogawani nods his head. "I'm leaning towards the non-acknowledgement route." He admits, his face curling up again one a boyish smile. The small lizard ducks her head once more, leaving Ro' just enough time to catch a fleeting glance before nodding towards Vivian. "Aye, she's mine. She's well behaved, don't worry. She won't bother you, messenger's honor." He holds up two fingers and pats them over his heart in a somewhat odd looking display. "Will you stand again if there's another gold egg on the sands?" He asks with curiosity, perhaps trying to draw attention away from himself.

Vivian narrows her eyes at the little green for the few moments that she's present before her gaze flickers back to Rogawani. "They need to be well behaved, otherwise they get driven off usually." She states with a smile curling at the corner of her mouth. "Once it's my time and my gold is waiting for me, I'll be there for her." She explains with that same honest sincerity as earlier.

For the moment, Rogawani doesn't mention his less well-behaved bronze, or the baby firelizard he'd been raising in secret in the stables, better to leave that for another time. "At least you know what you're waiting for. I've no doubt you'll find someone on the sands someday. You've certainly got the bloodline for it." He comments, face curving into a genuine smile that seems only to soften with her sincerity. "Runners are about all I'll ever ride. Ever been up on one?" He asks, tilting his head once more.

Vivian's sincerity disappears in an instant when he mentions runners. "Up on a runner! One of those dirty, smelly, disgusting beasts of burden?" Her statement really says it all. "It was bad enough when our beloved weyrleader R'sul adopted that sharding Ovine when he discovered he didn't have the balls to remove it from the office." There's a haughty sniff of disgust at the thought of animals being anywhere near her.

The disgust that shows on Vivian's face only manages to bring out a small half-chuckle from Rogawani. Not so much a laugh at her, but a laugh at the idea she seems to have in her mind. "That's alright, Weyrwoman Thea isn't very fond of them either." He says with a rueful sort of smirk, followed by a sigh and a small shake of his head. "I'm still not too sure what people were thinking with the ovines. They're food, not pets." Rubbing beneath his nose, he gives an almost pleading look towards her, "Just promise that when you're Weyrwoman, you won't outlaw runners, okay? As 'disgusting' as they might be, they provide work for the stablehands, and help silly messengers like me not have to walk all the way to Rubicon and back."

Vivian rolls her eyes at the very thought the sneer dropping away as he acknowledges the fact that she'll be weyrwoman one day, at least this one has accepted her rightful place in the world. "If I want someone to go to Rubicon, I'll have a weyrfull of messengers on dragonback to do my bidding." She states with a confidently smug smile.

"Well, you better think of something for me to do then." Rogawani replies, lifting his eyes to her with an almost incredulous gaze. "I'd hate to have to leave Xanadu, I was born here." He sits himself upright a bit more, rubbing at his knees as if about ready to rise to his feet. "Last thing I want is to end up having to leave to some other weyr or hold to find work."

Vivian shakes her head with a sigh and pushes herself away from the balcony wall. "I never said you'd be out of a job, just that I'd never be needing your services with every rider at the weyr at my beck and call." Her smile as she says that is so pleased looking, either just delusional or winding him up sooo much.

Pushing himself up onto his feet, Rogawani just shoots a bit of a curious gaze towards the 'future Weyrwoman'. "Guess I'll just have to wait around and see. I should probably get back to work for now, though." Pulling a pair of fingerless gloves out of his pocket, he pulls them on over his palms. "It was nice meeting you." As he turns to go, the boy's green lizard peeks out from under his collar again, twitching a tongue towards Vivian before disappearing again. Not looking back, Ro' just walks down the one set of stairs to the bottom level, and then vanishes out into the day waiting.

Vivian doesn't reply at first, but eventually answers, "Yes I think you'd better." She says. "We can't have the hired help, idling instead of doing their assigned duties." Her tone is probably meant to be teasing, but that's touch of disdain for the commoners shows through. She watches him go before she turns back to look out over the sands again.

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