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.
Early morning and already R'sul looks nervous. Having dispatched a firelizard in search of Niva he's resorted to pacing up and down the office and generally fidgetting.
Niva is free of her cast at long last, though she's still not necessarily moving as fast as she could, after having had the stupid thing on for far too many sevendays. But, she's finally appearing in the office, looking rather grumpy, though she does have a mug of klah in her hand. Pausing at the door, she just stares at R'sul expectantly. "Well, yer still alive, at least fer starters."
"I need you." There's a hint of panic in R'sul's voice, and as far as statements go it's probably not one anyone ever thought they would hear. He stops pacing, waving her into the room, even going so far as to pull out a chair for her to sit on.
"Wh-What happened?" Niva looks rather startled, pushing the door shut hurriedly and moving to settle down in the offered chair, balancing on the edge of it. Her klah is slide onto the table, forgotten for now, and she shakes her head.
R'sul resumes pacing in silence for a while, searching for the right words. "You… I mean we… I mean you… need to talk to Brielle." There's a slight pause, his neck shading a rich crimson, "She… I mean it's not… She's already got herself quite the reputation around the weyr, but this time she's gone too far. In the Firelizard Theatre of all places!"
Niva continues to watch R'sul pace, before as he continues to stutter, her eyebrow arches slowly. And as the explanation continues, Niva is left to cover her face with a hand, sighing softly as she shakes her head. "Ya could have just told Hisolda ta do it. Ah'm sure she's had plenty of practice over her turns as Headwoman." Niva seems none too pleased by this occurrence, though the look on her face is one questioning just why she was owken up for this.
"She talked to her the last time." R'sul replies, "It goes in one ear and out the other. I don't care if she has a thing for stableboys but she needs to learn some sense or something. What if it hadn't been a rider that found them on the swing? How do they even manage that anyway?" That… really wasn't a question he meant to ask, but it just popped out there.
"I'm sure if you asked her, she'd tell you." Niva supplies rather sarcastically, settling back in her chair, quickly shaking her head. "I'll speak with her, then. And arrange for her to spend time elsewhere, if her behavior doesn't improve." Then she can be someone else's problem, right?
R'sul nods, ears now glowing bright red at the suggestion. "And… we might want to make a complaint to Eastern about R'iken since apparently he was the reason it happened in the first place. He even chose the stableboy."
"R'iken, Eastern. Great." She sighs softly, shaking her head. "I'll speak with Mianyi. She can deal with him, if I'm dealing with her." Fingers tapping on the closest surface, she tilts her head to look at him expectantly. "Anything else I should know about this… issue?"
R'sul shakes his head, lowering his gaze for a moment before muttering a quiet, "Thank you."
Niva tilts her head, watching him for one more moment before a paper wrapped package is pulled out of her pocket, and one of the pastries inside stolen before she pushes the other in his direction. "When did they find them?" Her tone is softer now - at least its not R'sul that will get snapped at further.
"Dinner time yesterday." R'sul replies, moving round to flop behind his desk now that he can finally relax a little. "Though nobody actually said anything till breakfast this morning. They got chased out of there pretty quickly, but seems she said she'd do it again happily because it was fun to get caught."
"Shards. She needs to be sent somewhere else, and let them put some manners in her. Or where there are no boys." And then she straightens a bit, looking sidelong at R'sul. "We'll put her on the Sands. She may not listen to much, but perhaps that will stick in her head." Who knows though, honestly.
R'sul blinks. "A candidate?" There's a definite 'are you insane' implied in his tone. "She wouldn't last till they crack. If she's not already pregnant."
"Then take her *between*. I doubt she'd know if she was." Niva perhaps has a different view on the matter than most of the others in her place. "And, if she breaks the rules, then we could ship her off and have a good reason." Other than, oh my god you're naughty.
R'sul nods, though he definitely is not liking the idea. "I don't think we can trust her, but if you think it's best." And Niuva being a woman should know women better than he does.
"What would you do with her?" Niva questions hurriedly, watching R'sul over the rim of her klah mug, one eyebrow arched quizzically. "At this point, I'm not sure a child would even slow her down."
R'sul opens his mouth, then quickly closes it again. This time he thinks, then answers. "I don't suppose there's a remote island we could leave her on that has nobody else on it? Or a bit of sand near Igen that nobody goes to? Let her be their problem for a bit." A quick pause, then he adds, "There's always the Harper hall, teach her… something."
"Need a Hall with more girls, so she's not unusual." Niva answers absently. "Healers, perhaps. Her… friendliness might help her even." Though why Niva would wish such upon her own craft is beyond any sort of sane logic.
"I doubt a hit on the head with a thick stick would help her." R'sul replies rather unkindly.
"You could try it. I'm fairly certain it couldn't do any harm." Sighing softly, she shakes her head. "How do these girls always end up as our problem, anyway?" Niva questions, making a face.
R'sul shrugs, "Just lucky I guess." Another shrug is accompanied by a sigh, then he gets to his feet. "I'm popping across to the smiths in a little while, they had an idea for teh kitchen they wanted to talk about. Do you want me to get someone to send her to you?"
"I suppose. Make sure she brings more klah with her." Niva adds as an after thought, as she's left staring at the empty mug in her hand. "Just let me know what the Smiths have to say. I'll try and figure out something for this girl. And I'll send a message to Mianyi." Things to do, things to do.
R'sul nods, getting to his feet and heading across to the door. He pauses before he goes out, turning back to wish a quiet, "Good luck." before vanishing off on duty.