Logs:Supervision
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| RL Date: 3 November, 2015 |
| Who: Alysce, Iska, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alysce is not-really supervising children. |
| Where: Harper Classroom, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| It is just past the time when the littler children are dismissed from lessons for the day, most waiting to be retrieved by various nannies or caretakers from the harpers. And while Alysce is certainly not left in charge of any class on her own, whoever must be overseeing her for the day has been pulled away, leaving only the young woman as the figure of authority for the moment in the classroom. That, needless to say, has led to chaos. Children scream and play and one is crying rather snottily in a corner. Amongst this, the senior apprentice stands in front of the blackboard, rolling chalk between her fingers as she considers the slowly forming drawing on the board. As if she could look less in charge, a sweater falls off one shoulder to reveal smooth skin there, the loose cream wool at odds with the tight black leather that clings to her legs. And into chaos walks the Weyrleader. He's not often down here-- his older children are no longer pupils, while their younger half-siblings mostly live at Southern-- but, as the harpers on duty will know, Iska's turnday wish, just days past, was a month with her father, and at six? Here she is. "Daddy!" she squeals, jumping up from the group of children she's been playing with, and running to wrap her arms about his knees. He scoops to pick her up, yes, but those pale eyes seek around the room and, finally, come to rest upon Alysce. He clears his throat. If Alysce knew it is the Weyrleader clearing his throat at her, it's possible she'd show a little more respect. As it is, she seems to be intent on ignoring it in favor of the blackboard, though her hair is tossed over a shoulder before she leans forward to continue growing her drawing with practiced strokes. "Play with your friends a little while longer, sweetheart," K'del says to his daughter, setting her back down on the floor. She's reluctant, but obedient; her dark eyes track him watchfully, as if she's afraid he's going to wander off completely. He doesn't: he steps around the playing children, past some overturned books, and right up towards Alysce. "Are you supposed to be supervising?" he wonders, mildly, coming up alongside her shoulder. The direct question, at least, doesn't go ignored. The apprentice straightens, curving a look over her shoulder briefly towards the Weyrleader. Then, she does a double take, her black eyes falling down the length of K'del and then back up to his knot then to meet his gaze. "The Journeyman had to step out for a moment, but the children are free to go. Lessons are over for the day," she explains dismissively, a slow smile for him as she turns to him after setting down the chalk. The dismissiveness tightens K'del's expression, for all that his tone is nothing but polite. "But as they have not yet been picked up," for whatever reason, "I would imagine they are still considered to be in your care, Apprentice. Might I suggest..." his smile is surely not genuine, "You keep an eye on them? Lest an accident befall them." Alysce's gaze slides past K'del, over the children there, before she looks back to the Weyrleader. "They seem fine to me," she answers challengingly, a brow curving upwards. "Nothing has happened to them yet, and it's not like we stock knives or flint or rocks in the classroom." Slowly, she wipes her fingers together, dusting her hands of the chalk powder that will instead puff between her and the bronzerider. K'del does not-- yet-- make comment on the chalk powder that has now, in part, come to rest upon his leathers. What he does, instead, is glance back at the children and, lifting one hand, tick things off on his fingers. "Someone's crying. Someone looks about to wet themself. Those two are about to tear that book in half in their argument over who gets to read it. He's trying to eat chalk. Frankly..." Frankly what? Alysce glances again, before she dismisses all of his points with a oh-so-communicative roll of her teenaged shoulder. "And yet, they are still alive. So my care must not be so bad for them," she counters. The young woman is spurred into motion, however, as she strides to that kid with the chalk and pries it carefully from his fingers. It only sets him to crying, and gets a frustrated huff of breath from the apprentice. "Stop crying. You can't eat this." Teenagers. K'del ought to be better at dealing with them, but-- he's not. He is, however, better with the little ones. As the chalk-kid begins crying, the bronzerider crosses, leans down, and picks him up. "Bet there'll be something better than this to eat in the nurseries," he comments, trying to meet the child's eyes. "Why don't we all go as a group, and meet the nannies there? You," and he glances towards Alysce, meaningfully, "Can help me corral them." "I am not a nanny," mutters Alysce to that, not quite under her breath as she meets K'del's glance with a stubborn tip of her chin. However, she turns away to replace the chalk on the board. That done, she will move to the fighting children and the book that by now is already a goner before she can retrieve it. Once she's gotten them corralled into the group that K'del is already managing to calm with his mere presence, though, she murmurs a quiet addition of, "Thank you." Iska looks just a little jealous at this other kid getting held by her daddy... but luckily, chalk-boy is no longer upset, and that means he can be set down again. K'del ignores Alysce's mutter, instead focusing on the children, and on: "Does everyone have everything they need? Okay, let's get into a line. I'll take the front and the harper will take the rear. No one fall behind!" It's only as they comply that he gives Alysce another glance, acknowledging her murmur with a solemn inclination of the head, and a gesture towards the door. Onwards! Alyse, at least, lets herself be directed, falling in behind. She waves any stragglers forward, much like a beastcrafter would do to herdbeasts. The kids, for their part, seem happier to stay closer to K'del than the harper, anyways. She is silent for the trip, which given her previous words... It might be a blessing for the Weyrleader. It might be. It probably is, let's be honest. In any case, it at least makes for an easy trip; and at the end of it, it's easy to let the children head straight into the nursery to be attended by their running-late nannies... which leaves only three left outside: Alysce, K'del, and young Iska. "Does this..." he says, after a moment. "Happen often?" There's a flip of Alysce's hair, fingers twisting it over the other shoulder now as she looks up to the Weyrleader. "I'm not... There's not a lot of time that I'm stuck in the classroom alone, honestly," she admits to K'del, her teeth catching at her bottom lip as she glances up at him under dark lashes in a way that can only be labelled as coquettish. "Can you please, please not mention this to anyone, Weyrleader?" Iska burrows her face into K'del, which at least gives him room to talk to Alysce; she doesn't seem to be listening. The Weyrleader frowns, plainly unmoved by the coquettishness. But then, it would be weird to respond to that in someone not much older than your own children! For K'del, anyway. "This time," he says. "I won't mention it. But next time..." He gives her a meaningful glance. "Rather not find my daughter in that kind of chaos, let alone anyone else's." "Of course," Alysce is quick to agrees, a warm smile slipping onto her lips that is directed with force to the Weyrleader. She doesn't seem to be all that concerned that he isn't responding, because the hint of flirtation doesn't disappear even as she tells him, "You are the best. Thank you." "Um," says K'del, who now, suddenly, seems vaguely uncomfortable. "Sure. You'd better get back to the classroom, then, before you're missed. And Iska and I have a date." So. He's going to run away, now. Please. "Lucky girl," is Alysce's light, wry answer, but that smile only lingers as she slides a look over K'del again. Then, at least, he is spared as she turns away to retreat back to the classroom. "See you around, Weyrleader." Flee. Flee. |
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