Logs:Trial and Error
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| RL Date: 6 February, 2015 |
| Who: Giorda, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lycinea wants to be happy. Giorda doesn't know that it's possible but she's grudgingly willing to let Lya do some trial and error. |
| Where: Headwoman's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 13, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions |
| Storyteller: K'del/ST |
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>---< Headwoman's Office, High Reaches Weyr(#993RJ) >------------------------<
This room is too small to really serve as anyone's room but a little too
big to be relegated to closet status. Oval in shape, it has a large wooden
door that grants or bars access and smooth walls carved with inset shelves
that hold tidy rows of scrolls and ledgers. To the right of the door, a
table large enough for six to squeeze in at is often occupied by the
assistant headwomen during tithe season and a pitcher of water and glasses
stand ready to serve in its center at all times.
Squarely in the center of the room is the headwoman's desk, a massive
affair of well-polished wood and many drawers bearing neat stacks of
hides, incoming and outgoing baskets, many paperweights and a glowbasket
stand with several small baskets that allow the light level to be adjusted
to suit the task at hand. The rear wall of the office, behind the desk
bears a vividly hued tapestry depicting a tithing scene with wagons pulled
into the Weyr being unloaded. To the left a small hearth shares a flue
with the main fireplace in the common room and is capped with a stone
mantel that currently holds a collection of small rocks, shells and other
knick knacks that presumably belong to the Headwoman. This isn't the first time that Lycinea's sat in a chair at the Headwoman's table. It is the first time in recent memory that she's done so of her own accord. Her previous visits haven't been so frequent since a visit to Giorda really means she's piled up in disciplinary actions and this turn, at least, she's been less troublesome to her superiors than in the first three she worked in the kitchens. Sitting here has never made her nervous before, but now, as she takes a breath and says, "I don't like my job," in probably her most honest confession to the older woman, the nerves show in the way her fingertips grip the edge of the table, pulling at the wood as if it might help to keep her tethered there long enough to do what she came to do. "I think I might be less of a pain in the ass if I liked it." Giorda's been Headwoman a long time, now; over a decade, even if you count the time she wasn't Headwoman, during Iolene's purge. She's never been spectacular-- never managed to become as politically astute as some-- but she does her job, and one thing she is good at? Staring down mouthy teens. For a while, anyway. Now, leaning back in her chair, she sighs. "And what is it you think you would like?" she wants to know, exasperated. "I don't have any jobs that don't involve actual work." "That's the problem." Possibly the latter, but Lycinea goes on in a way that suggests not, "I'm not sure." It's a brief pause before the words come tumbling out, "Part of the trouble is that I don't know if I'll like doing something until I do it, and even then it's hard to imagine day in and day out," she makes it sound monotonous. "I was wondering if..." She forces her gaze away from the tabletop to the Headwoman, "If I might try some different things out, so I could see if I liked something better. I promise to be very well behaved," even if some might not think her capable, "if you'd let me." Silently, Giorda sits back and waits for Lycinea to finish speaking; her expression doesn't exactly suggest boredom, but it's not exactly that far off. "How can I trust that of you?" is her question, so prompt it's almost uncomfortably so. The blonde's features pinch in briefly shown annoyance, probably because the best answer Lya seems to have is: "I was really well behaved for like four months at the start of the turn, so I'm sure I could do it for a couple weeks." Then, perhaps more cogently, "I'm asking for this because I don't want to be a miserable pain in the ass." She might be fine with being a cheerful one. "And you really think there's something out there you won't hate as much?" Excuse Giorda for being dubious; clearly, she's had to deal with Lycinea far too many times. "I hope there is," Lya says meaningfully, pursing her lips so far as to give herself a bill for a moment. "There might even be something I like, only I've never done it as a job, and I figure since I'm about to be eighteen, I'd better hurry up and find it so that I'm not a pain in the ass when I'm twenty still." She sniffs, "I'm given to understand it's unseemly to be a pain in the ass at twenty," but if anyone can pull it off... Giorda, dubious, "Personally, I think it's unseemly to be a pain in the ass at fifteen, but..." A pause, and then, with a sigh, she nods. "All right. I'll give you a list. Mind you, I'll expect things from you, Lycinea." It's a warning. "At the end of it, you'll take a job, and you'll stick with it. You'll do it proper. There will be no more of this pain in the ass bullshit." Lya's meek, "Yes, ma'am," might be enough to make the Headwoman rethink. It's probably a fifty-fifty shot that she means it and is just laying it on thick. Either way, after it, there's a curl of a smile that is genuine enough. It certainly doesn't encourage the Headwoman, whose sigh is long-suffering. "There's a limit to forgiveness," she warns. "There'll come a time when you're not welcome. People who don't work..." She trails off, meaningfully. "Mind you find something that fits. That's all I'm saying." It might not be the fear of Faranth that the Headwoman puts into Lya, but certainly there's some degree of fear that takes a little bit of wind out of her sails, and her shoulders slump as she sidles out of the office after the appropriate exchanges. |
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