All Grown Up

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.

So it's getting into early evening and for some reason Vivian is still sitting at her desk typing up some report from a set of hand written notes beside her. Industrious and hard working.

Certainly industrious and hardworking would not be skills that Vivian learned from Niva. After having wandered out of the office earlier, in search of various records, she's only now returning, pausing to ensure D'son's somewhere else before heading inside, and settling in her desk, a quick 'Viv' offered to her daughter as she does so.

Vivian glances up when the door opens, but doesn't offer up anything immediately, there's just a slight flicker in the typing to register that she's noticed. "Hi Mom." She replies once Niva has got her self settled. "Is that the records about Kate and everyone?"

"I.. I can't find them." Niva replies with a sigh, and a shake of her head. "I don't know where they are. They could be in any box. They could have been ruined, they.." And the Weyrwoman sighs again, exasperated. "I don't have a clue where they are."

Vivian looks over at her mother, a slight flicker of concern showing on her face, probably lucky that she doesn't appear to be watching. "We have records keepers, surely they should know where all that stuff should be stored? Or was it something that was kept away from them because it was so sensitive?" She asks, getting to her feet and walking over to her mums desk.

"The majority of them have turned over.. in the last turn or two. I.. thought they were in Ysa's things. I didn't see them." Niva only now looks up to Vivian as she moves to join her, shaking her head. "They.. They should be all together. The notes. What we found. In a box.." Her hands motion out the general size of it.

Vivian shakes her head. "It's okay mom." She murmurs, "I'll find someone who was dealing with it back when it started and get them on the search." She tells her as she takes the last few steps to reach her chair and wraps her arms around her, not her throat, a hug. "You okay mom, you're acting a bit weird."

"R'sul might know, if you can find him. He.. those were all his records." Niva comments, and then is looking surprised at the hug from Vivian, hesitating a moment before she's returning it. "Hisolda's still not back. D'son… D'son's still learning. And I.. I shouldn't have chased Ysa away. We.. We need her help." Niva admits so softly it could easily be missed.

Vivian nods her head and relaxes the hug eventually, moving to lean her butt on the desk in front of her so she can look down at her. "I'll track R'sul down, don't worry about that and I'll ask him where he stored everything, he'll not turn me away." She tells her. "As for D'son, I'm getting him up to speed as quickly as I can, just there's a lot going on just now and he needs a lot of back history to answer his questions. I've also got him to write a letter to Hisolda asking her to meet with him, see if the cute young weyrleader can harm her into coming back." Al this time she's looking down at her mom, a very grown up mantle of responsibility hanging there. "So don't worry, we don't need her, we're coping well enough."

Niva shakes her head as she looks up at Vivian, a look of surprise on her face as she stares at her eldest, though there is a smile there as well. "You really have grown up, haven't you?" Niva murmurs softly, biting her lip a little as she regards her daughter. "They.. They might be in the store room. Somewhere…" She shakes her head, with a frown, though, wrinkles creasing her forehead. "If.. If I'd listened though.." Niva shakes her head, dismissing the thought, and waving the file she did have around, however. "Rather think about a celebration."

Vivian just rolls her eyes and reaches over to place a hand on her moms shoulder. "What's the point in considering if's." She tells her plainly. "That's how all those old riders end up in their cups all the time, it's what makes people useless in search and rescue, ifs, Sure learn from your mistakes, but the what ifs are the things that will drag you down." She probably read that somewhere, either that or she has actually grown up. "I told you I was a big girl earlier, you didn't seem to believe me." At the mention of a celebration she smirks teasingly at her. "But it's not my Turnday yet?"

"Ifs seem to matter to everyone else." Niva replies wit ha grimace, shaking her head at her eldest, and looking over her shoulder at the paperwork, the files, the piles of stuff just absently here and there. "Its hard to remember you aren't my little girl anymore, Vivian." Niva replies solemnly, before at the teasing comment, Niva's leaning to take a swat at her with the file. "You're not *that* important." She says with a snort. "But that little archivist. Taerah.. Found the date of our founding."

Vivian shrugs her shoulders delicately, it's like some strange art for her especially the way she looks now. "Screw them." Is the simple reply. "You're the boss, they've got to learn to deal with it, so long as we keep this weyr running as smoothly as possible." There's that Royal 'we' again. "We have an active weyrleader, you just need to stop worrying about the what ifs and get on with things like you used to, just maybe not quite so much shouting." She adds with a grin. "A turnday party for the weyr, interesting, so just how old is she?"

Niva lifts her eyes to Vivian at her words, narrowing her gaze some. "Maybe I *like* to shout. Maybe it makes me feel better." Niva says slowly, daring Vivian to contridict her again, an eyebrow arched as she remains frozen. Finally, though, she relaxes, flipping open the file, going to the last note on the cover sheet. "Nearing a hundred and fifty turns, apparently."

Vivian just smiles and there's a light giggle escapes her lips. "You might like it and it might make you feel better, it's everyone else you're shouting at that don't like it so much." She explains with a grin. "Only 150, there's got to be at least three of the aunties who can remember the founding, they would have been a bit spryer back then though."

"Well, I'm the Weyrwoman. I'm allowed to do what I want." Niva says, sitting up straighter, smirking a bit and slowly returning to her old self. At Vivian's comment, she shakes her head, "I'll leave you to find them then. Might keep you out of trouble."
Vivian giggles, "Perhaps, but though you have to move on, keep the shouting to the ones who truly are deserving of your wrath." She giggles again and shakes her head. "I don't want to get that close to them, after that amount of time I bed they smell." She eeews. "I'm being good, not in any trouble that I'm aware of?"

"Maybe I think they all deserve it." Niva replies again, shifting in her seat. "But, think of the history you could learn, Vivian, talking to them, getting their old stories before they disappear.." Niva's voice is even, hiding a teasing tone as she watches for her daughter's reaction, relaxing with the subject change. "Are you sure?" Niva asks cryptically, before she's turning back to her desk.

Vivian leaves the subject of shouting behind, shifting to cross her legs at the ankle so she can lean her hands back on the desk behind her. "I'll send one of the archivists to speak to them and read about it in a scented bath?" She smiles and nods her head. "You've not shouted at me yet so I'm guessing not." A challenge of sorts probably.

"Unless I tell you that you have to, and then you'd do it. Wouldn't you, Vivian?" Niva asks without turning around, going through her papers for a little while longer before glancing back at her daughter. Even then, nothing is said, and she just lets her daughter think about it until finally. "I haven't, but our new Weyrleader may have some words."

Vivian watches her mother with the air of confidence that her age gives her. "I don't know, would you, I'm so much more useful here in the office, it took long enough, but it's been 5 years since I started here and I'm doing well, some may not like how I do things, but I certainly get them done, just like you mom." She replies confidently. "Basically I'm good at my job and as for D'son." And there she pauses, looking at her mum. "I was wondering when you'd bring that up after this morning." She breaks into a beaming giggle. "I haven't done anything with him." Yet! "If you're thinking about that grandmother thing again."

"I don't know, I just might, if you do something to make me feel like you deserve it." Niva comments without turning. But then, there's giggling, and Niva turns to stare at her, shaking her head. "I don't believe *you* anymore than I believe *him*. I was nineteen once, I know how it is." Its fashionable to sleep with the Weyrleader when you're nineteen, honest.

Vivian laughs and shakes her head. "Honestly I haven't had sex with him." She pouts ever so dramatically. "He's still clinging faithfully to the idea of his weyrmate at Ista." She replies with an exaggerated sigh and shake of her head. That first phrase probably means that she has had sex with someone, and the later that she's at least tried with D'son.

"If you insist, Vivian.." Niva says with a shake of her head, and an exasperated sigh. "I am *not* going to ask about every aspect of your life. Believe me, I don't want to know." She chuckles softly, however, at her sigh and almost whining statement. "They all give in, believe me." Vivian is proof.

Vivian grins, "I don't suppose you'd care to tell me what he's like in bed then?" She's teasing really she is. "So you don't mind me pursuing him then?" She asks, perhaps the vaguest sense of disappointment at the possible answer she'll get.

"Vivian!" Niva snaps quickly, looking at her daughter with a look of minor horror, shaking her head a bit, and just sitting flabbergasted for a few seconds. And then at her other question, Niva snorts. "He will *not* be in my bed again. I don't care who's he is in, though."

Vivian leans forward and gives her mum a kiss on the cheek. "It's fine, he wouldn't tell me what you were like either." She replies with a shrug of her shoulders, the tragedy. "Apparently he knew who I was already. Though you say that now, next time Kilaueth rises?" She's really not asking it as a question, the idea of bedding someone her mother has slept with, even from a flight is still a bit creepy, especially given he's younger than her gives a slight shudder.

"Next time Kilaueth rises, *I'm* locking myself up so I don't find myself with someone who could be my son." Niva says firmly, snorting a bit at Vivian's questions, shaking her head, before she's getting to her feet, and after a pause to look at her unfinished work, she's moving for the door. "Don't work too late. And don't make a mess in here." Niva adds, though hopefully she's joking.

Vivian grins and leans back, her head tilting back with a musical laugh, a very pretty sound when it's unforced. "I'll count my blessing at that then." She says with a smile. "I won't mess the place up, one little ink spill five turns ago and you never get to forget it." Course that's probably not the kind of mess that's been warned about.

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