Xanadu Weyr - Weyrsecond and Jr Weyrwomans' Office
Office or study? Perhaps this room is a little of both. It is spacious and airy with the big windows opposite the door looking northwards, a perfect aspect when one is this far south. Those windows are framed by dark forest green drapes, soft ribbons and braid in dark, rich gold sewn along the edges to give them a sumptuous look. The back wall is covered by shelves that hold a variety of things - mostly records and reference material as well as writing tools and sheets of hide and paper. Tapestries, including several lovely scenes of the terrain around Xanadu Weyr, cover the rest of the wall-space while a soft, plain off-white rug hides the stone floor. A small, low table sits by the door and usually has some refreshment set out on it.
Several broad desks are arranged around the room, each one set so someone sitting at it doesn't look directly at any of the others. Small screens can be set up on each desk to give a little more privacy and each has one comfortable chair that goes with it. So far, it looks like one desk has a permanent claimant. There are also several other chairs, which can be used by visitors.
Vivian makes her way into the juniors office, she doesn't bother knocking either just saunters on in to dump off a pile of files into in trays.
Thea's sitting at her desk writing in a journal of some sort, her eyes flickering between a paper and the book. Copying data of some sort. The door opening doesn't really draw her attention other than to note who's come in. Files brought in. Something she doesn't have to go fetch, whether for herself or Zevida, Thea is appreciative and offers a causal, "Thanks Vivian." Back to that ledger.
Vivian glances over at Thea, as if noticing her for the first time. "Hi." She replies casually as she drops the files off, turns on her heel and is half way to the door before she turns back. "About the other day when I snapped at you, it was D'had’s fault, he was being all chauvinist, you were there right after and got the backlash of it." There that was an apology right?
"Hmm?" Thea is reluctantly looking back up from her writing as Vivian speaks to her. For a moment her face is blank, then her face clears. For a moment she gives the Weyrwoman's daughter a measuring look, "Oh that!" She flips a hand at the incident, "I'd completely forgotten." Her brow raises slightly, lips quirk in a hint of a smile and green eyes dance, "D'had… chauvinistic?" Her tone is that of mild disbelief, whether genuine or sham it may be difficult to say.
Vivian bobs her head by way of reply, that delicate shrug of her shoulders coming up. "I shouldn't have bothered apologising then, I'll remind D'son of that when I see him." She says with a frown. "Well I could have used conceited, self important, arrogant or just simply, your average man?" She offers up the alternatives.
Thea just chuckles to that, "You do that. I can't say what he'll decide if it keeps happening." Offhand and she's doing an unconcerned shrug of her own. "For what it's worth, I forgive." On to D'had now, the weyrwoman merely shakes her head with a bit more of a smile, and she demurs firmly, "I don't think so." Her head tilts, "He's a fine Wingleader."
Vivian shrugs her shoulders, "It's got nothing to do with him being a good or a bad wing leader, he touched me without invitation and his language was inappropriate." She says very firmly, "That has no bearing on his other abilities where a wing is concerned."
Thea hrms at this, "Oh, that pat to your shoulder?" She nods, "Can understand not appreciating that." She glances down, closing the cover to the ledger, leans back in her chair, "The, uh, inappropriate language wouldn't have had the words 'cupcake' 'sugar or 'sweets' in there some where would they?" Her lips twitch into a smile, though it appears to be some inner thought prompting it, not Vivian.
Vivian's eyes narrow. "That's not the point is it, he shouldn't be using such familiar terms at the same time he's touching someone he doesn't have a right to be familiar with." Her tone is getting haughtier, more like her mother all the time.
Thea just smiles. "So you told him, right?" She looks unconcerned, shrugs a slim shoulder, "He doesn't bother me; I think it's just his way. And I don't think he means anything by it, so I personally do not take offense. But that is me." Her lips form a more serious line, humor fades in the green of her eyes that are thoughtful now as she regards Vivian. "So… what I'm getting is that you wish to be treated with respect." She pauses, "That works both ways you know."
Vivian threatened to shove the report up his nose and let him schedule in a meeting with her mother, that counts as telling him right. "People have to earn the right to speak to me that way." She tells Thea in those same dangerous tones heard in Niva right before she starts shouting. "It's got nothing to do with respect, I could allow that level of familiarity if I was lifting my skirts to him. But he's never getting there so he doesn't get to speak to me that way and he has to respect my wishes." Wishes, earnings or threats, it's all good.
Thea remains unruffled. Vivian is preaching to the choir, after all. "Of course. Completely understood." She slides the ledger across her desk to be out of her way, before returning Vivian's look. "I simply meant if you're only asking for respect and never giving any - in general, not simply to Wingleader D'had, then…" She leaves it unfinished with a bored shrug.
Vivian's eyes just narrow further in response. "They still need to earn my respect." Don't you know who she is woman! Is the attitude that Viv was brought up with and it's not likely to change when pretty much the entire Weyr knows she's Niva's daughter who can do no wrong. "So there's not much more to say about that." She says with a measure of finality.
Thea doesn't look impressed as her brow lifts again with an unperturbed, "That so?" She reaches for a stack of paper, lifts the first one and begins to scan it, "That too works both ways." This offered mildly without looking back up.
It's with an eyeroll that Vivian turns on her heel and stalks out of the room. "Whatever!" Is the muttered comment that floats back on her way out the room.
Thea manages to remain quiet until Vivian is well out of earshot, then her soft chuckle sounds in the once-again quiet office. Work, however is ever-present and it once again claims her attention.