Who

Lisette, Keelie

What

Keelie asks her wingleader for a promotion.

When

It is the forty-third day of Summer and 108 degrees. It is sunny and bright. White fluffy clouds drift lazily across the china blue sky.

Where

Council Room, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 11 Jun 2016 04:00

 

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"Or do I need to be pregnant?"


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Council Room

Spacious, this room is cut from the same scale as the living caverns: vast and given to inspiring awe for those who enter. The floor is tiled in a shining cross-hatch of dark and light, an ironic chessboard setting for the looming and overlarge council table. Weathered it is, long and rectangular, with a matching sideboard twice again as long as it is. This is a room for meetings, for work, for decisions: such is evident by the hearth in the corner, and the always-fresh pot of klah.


It's post-drills in the afternoon when most of the wing has either split up to go on sweeps or to bathe and clean-up afterwards. Lisette has managed to get herself washed up and is now settled into the slightly cooler caverns that make up the council room. It's empty otherwise, with the exception of the paperwork sprawled around on the table in front of her. There are no other people and she's hard at work- Actualy scratch that. She's taking a nap at the table. Her mop of dark hair spilled over her face and if a person didn't know better (that Lisette is prone to these imprompto sleep-fests) they might think she's fainted or dead or something.

It's quiet enough in the council room that the brush of Keelie's feline footsteps can probably be heard… by non-unconscious people. She isn't used to being in this room, so of course she has to do a little walk-around, touching the chairs and tables, right up to the slumbering Lisette. Being in her wing, she should probably know that she snoozes like this, so her expression isn't alarmed. She knows she isn't dead. Instead of just poking her, the girl elects to pull out a chair next to her, which screeches across the floor loudly. Echo. Echo. Wince. She sits poised, waiting, to see if her wingleader awakens, or if prodding will be necessary.

Lisette has been woken enough times by people in public places to wake up ready to do battle. There's a kind of mad scramble as she snaps to consciousness, reaching for her clipboard and holding it up in a defensive/offensive position. Brushing the wild hair out of her face, she looks around until she spots Keelie sitting right next to her. Green eyes narrow but she slowly lowers her 'weapon' and makes an attempt at smoothing out her clothes and hair so that she appears less like an insane, unstable woman. Clearing her throat, "Can I help you, Keelie?" Completely calm and collected, like this is a totally normal transition for anyone to undergo.

Blink. Blink. Keelie calmly watches the antics of Lisette, as if this is an ever-day occurrence. Or maybe she's just nervous. She smiles as the other woman tries to act like she wasn't just dozing on the table. Keelie doesn't judge tho. She's fond of Lisette. Not like she'd judge anyway. It's a quiet, comfortable spot. "Hi," she says, a bit surprised at how her voice echoes. She clears her throat as well and smoothes out her skirt. She's dressed a bit more professionally than usual, or as professional as Keelie can look with that wild hair and trademark seashell necklace. "Yes. I am hoping you can." A pause. She might as well get right to it: "There are a lot of wildlings in this candidate group, and I want to help them. The ones that impress."

Lisette is fond of Keelie! Probably because she's not concerned with the personal opinions of others all that much and neither is she. It's a nice ideal to share with another person. As the younger brownrider goes on to explain what she might need, she blinks a little slowly. "You mean like… provide them therapy?" It's okay, she'll understand in a second. She just woke up a few minutes ago. In fact now is when she yawns, placing the clipboard back down on the table and flattening out the papers she whipped around when she was 'defending' herself. "Or an education? I'm sorry, I'm still a little bit out of it. I don't think that we're the mentor wing this go-around. That's Jaguar. Are you requesting a transfer?" Puzzle pieces fall into place, sort of!

Keelie leans in a bit towards the other brownrider, her eyes large. "What is therapy?" A NEW WORD, LISETTE. She squints, as if trying to remember, and her eyes do that funny-talking-to-your-dragon-thing. She has an 'ah-ha!' moment, as her dragon apparently knows more than she does on this subject. Hopefully it is correct. "Nevermind." Keelie reaches to grab a piece of paper that slipped away and slides it over with the rest. "Education?" A shake of her head, although she could do that. And then: "No!" That was loud. "No." Softer. "Not a transfer. I love Serval." Smile. Then, finally: "Could I do what Rielle is doing? Help out T'zaim for a while with the weyrlings?" Another thought occurs to her. "Or do I need to be pregnant?" Oh yes. Please make her an AWLM. "Although Varvara is not. No. That was a silly thing to ask."

"It's-" Then Keelie is talking to her dragon and she'll just sit here politely while that happens. "Oh, okay. That's good." Because Lisette wasn't expecting to lose one of her riders to another wing today's that's always kind of a pain. Except wait, isn't that what this technically is? Her eyes narrow again and she considers Keelie with a long expression before committing to an answer. "No you don't need to be pregnant." She confirms. There's a long sigh finally and she lets her shoulders drop. "Okay, fine. I'll write T'zaim a request asking for him to take you on for this upcoming class. We're friends so it should go through. But just remember, you're coming back. Don't be making any plans to stay on with him forever." Not that she could necessarily stop that kind of request if Keelie put it in. But damnit! She doesn't want to lose riders.

Keelie meets Lisette's gaze with her mermaid eyes and just grins when she gets she ok! "I would not." Stay with T'zaim forever. Would he even allow that? "I just want to make sure the wildlngs are ok." Although there may be more next clutch, and more, and more. And Gruffith may enjoy playing with the baby dragons! Or not. If she'll allow it, now is when Keelie will attempt to wrap her slender arms around her wingleader in a hug. Because that's kind of what she does. "I will not let you down. Thank you."

"That's a girl." Lisette, only with the temporary borrowing of her wingriders! She smiles at her reasoning, seeming to 'get it' now that she's a little bit more awake. When Keelie's arms wrap around her, she stiffens in surprise at first before returning the favor in the form of tight squeeze. "I never thought that you would." She'll pull away eventually, quirking a curious little smile before she reaches for writing utensil and what looks like another repor. "I'm awake now. So I should probably get to actually working. K'lir is all injured but he still expects to get these things." Sigh. Maybe she can get Arianne to dose him with some fellis!

Keelie returns that curious smile with one of her own, although it's decidedly less curious and more grateful. But then it's back to business! She glances at the piece of paper and nods. "Alright." She frowns when Lisette mentions K'lir is injured. She is fond of him as well. "I will talk to you later." Once she's had the chance to get things organized, and talked to T'zaim. "Good luck," she adds brightly before heading out.

Lisette waits all of two minutes before putting her head back down on the table and going to sleep again.

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