Mother and Daughter

Xanadu Weyr - Weyrleaders' Office

Office and retreat, this is the domain of Xanadu's Weyrleaders. The door is in the eastern wall, quite close to the southern end while the northern wall is dominated by big, expansive windows, framed by sumptuous deep blue drapes edged with a brilliant gold braid and tied back with a thick rope of braided gold and blue cord. In between, the eastern wall is covered floor to ceiling with shelves that house all sorts of records, manuals and supplies that are used on a day-to-day basis. The southern wall has the Weyrleader's desk — plain fellis wood, well polished and masculine. From behind his desk, the Weyrleader can look straight through the windows and out onto the main airspace of Xanadu. The western wall is where the Weyrwoman's desk resides: a lovely piece of furniture made of warm cherry wood. From her seat, a glance sideways gives her an equally good prospect out the window. There are a few other seats, some comfortably arranged around a low round table for small, informal meetings while there also some that can be drawn up to one of the desks.

On the south side of the door, the space is occupied by a low oblong table where refreshments can be set without someone needing to intrude. There is also an 'incoming' tray where incoming correspondence or similar items can be left.

Vivian has her desk in here and contrary to reputation is actually a pretty good secretary and a demon when it comes to organising things, and if rumour is anything to go by has been getting on wonderfully with the new weyrleader. For now though she's sat at her desk, checking through something on the computer.

Niva has been spending less and less time in the office in the month and a bit since D'son took over for R'sul, the Weyrwoman having chosen to work at home rather than have to deal with the child. Today, however, it seems that she really does need to be there, and so with a pile of papers in her arms, she's nodding a greeting to her eldest. "Viv.." She says with a lingering gaze to see what she's doing.

Vivian glances up when her mother says her name. "Hi Mom." She says with a smile appearing on her face. She's got a schedule of some kind in front of her, it appears to be the weyrleaders. "Did D'son get round to speaking to you yet about the camp we found?"

Niva arches an eyebrow at the reception, depositing her work on her desk which is no where as neat or as organzied as Vivian's, shrugging as the stack of files goes sliding over. After a moment, she leans to steal a glance at D'son's schedule, shaking her head. "Inimeth passed on that he wanted to talk, but.. things have been busy." That's a valid excuse, right?

Vivian continues to smile at her. "Yeah, we need to get some people together to follow up on the tracks that we found." She explains to her, though why on earth Viv was out in the jungle in the first place is anyone's guess. Who stole her daughter? "There was a few other questions he had as well, I can't remember them all mind you."

"We?" Niva stares at Vivian with nothing less than a look of disbelief on her face, shaking her head. But, after a moment, the Weyrwoman is recovering, and shaking her head a bit more as she settles into her chair, turning it around to watch Vivian. "I'll send someone, though." Niva finally adds, though she's still staring at her eldest, rather perplexed.

Vivian cants her head to the side at the 'We?' and the stare that comes her way. "Something wrong Mom?" She asks her, settling back in her own chair to look at her mother.

"You… You don't *go* out." Niva comments slowly, shaking her head, and turning to glance at the work on her desk. And then, she's quickly turning back to Vivian again. "So, why *we*?" Niva asks, still in disbelief, hands folding in her lap. "Unless you want something.." And then she's leaning forward to narrow her gaze. "What did you do?"

Vivian rolls her eyes at her mother. "Mother, you just haven't been paying as much attention to what I've been up to these last few years." She admonishes her. "I'm a grown woman now, I was with D'son when he went out to the rescue call from Seryth." She explains. "We did a bit of exploring while we were there as well, found a camp and a load of tracks including a wagon, the trail heads off towards the mountains though."

"You may be a grown woman, but you're still my daughter." Niva says firmly, narrowing her eyes a bit more as the young woman rolls her eyes. "I guess you're doing your job, at least… Did you take notes?" The goldrider asks with a tilt of her head, leaning back into her chair and steepling her fingers. "After all, that's what secretaries do."

Vivian flashes a wonderfully pleasant smile at her mother. "Yes Mom." She says brightly as she's pointing across at a file. "The report is in there." She tells her. "But seriously I was only there as eye candy for the boys?" She explains with a bit of a teasing smirk. "I'm way more than just the weyrleaders Secretary you know, which reminds me do you know anything about runners?"

Niva narrows her gaze a little more, shaking her head and reaching for the indicated file to flip through it idly. "Boys are bad." Niva comments idly, an instinctual response, before she tilts her head at the elder of her girls. "I'm not ready to be a grandmother, Vivian. Don't disappoint me." The comment about the Weyrleader in particular however, is untouched, or perhaps simply not comprehended, for she's flipping through the report. "Runners? No.."

Vivian smiles and shakes her head. "In most cases I'd agree with that, and don't worry I have no intention of doing anything that will leave me as a mother, never mind you as a granny." She explains with one of those long suffering sighs reserved for when children explain the obvious to their parents. "Oh well, Someone was trying to convince me that they are really nice and that I should have one for riding."

"In most cases?" Niva asks, pausing her reading to look at Vivian again, staring as if she had a pair of glasses she was looking over the top of. "Good, though." Niva responds, dropping her gaze, shaking her head as she tries to figure out where she was once more. "Ask your father, he had one, turns and turns ago." She comments idly, flipping the page.

Vivian shrugs her shoulders a touch as she continues to tap away lightly at the keyboard, updating D'son's appointments based on the schedule she has beside her. "I'll leave it I think, I'm still not sure I believe him that they're not just smelly beasts." She comments, dropping the part about boys completely for the moment.

"Your sister has one, if you get curious." Niva offers, after having thought about it for a few minutes, letting the typing being the only sound in the office as she goes through the report. Skimming the content, the file is dropped back on the desk with a thwap.

"That would mean having to spend time with her." Replies Vivian when Nicca is mentioned. "I'm not sure I can manage that." She says with a smile showing up, if nothing else to see what reaction her teasing will have on Niva.

"She's your sister!" Niva protests, shaking her head and standing up, giving Vivian one of those looks. "You may not like her, but you have to love her." Reaching back for the file, she shakes her head again. "Besides. I'm sure you could just get them to get it ready for you, without her even knowing her precious pony went out."

Vivian just smiles and a light giggle emits at her mothers tone. "I think the phrase is you can choose your friends but not your family?" She's still smiling, obviously teasing her mother. "I'm really not that keen on riding a runner." She tells her as she gets to her feet, locking the computer in the process before she heads for the door. "Anyway, your new weyrleader is much better for that." She adds with a wink as she leaves, shutting the door quickly behind her.

"I know what I meant." Niva snaps, but then her daughter is heading out, and Niv turns to follow her, but her words have her stopped dead in her tracks. "Vivian!" She says quickly, voice squeaky, but to no avail, as the door is closed, and the Weyrwoman is left to flop in her chair. Children.

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