Indira, Meet Cee

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Brahceer.jpg Indira.jpg

Date: 16 Feb 2011
Location: Eastern Weyr: Headwoman's Office
Synopsis: Cee introduces herself to Indira and gets set up as a guest resident.
Rating: PG
Logger: Nenienne

With a woven rug beneath it, the huge desk situated slap bang in the middle of this room is pretty hard to ignore. Although aged, the deep mahogany wood has been well cared for and polished to a high shine. The high backed chair placed behind it has been upholstered to match the deep jewel tones that grace the Headwoman's domain. On the opposite side of the desk, and of lesser design, is a chair that offers not nearly the same kind of comfort as that of the 'throne'. This possibly chosen with deliberate intent in mind.

To the right of the doorway stand several crates, upended on their sides and neatly stacked one upon the other, serving as makeshift shelving. To the left, a door that leads into the Headwoman's private quarters which remains firmly locked.


It's mid-afternoon on day 15 of month 6, and given the somewhat dazed and bewildered look on the face of the young woman who comes into view, it's been one doozy of a day. Soon after she appears, so does a cheerful greenrider, who appears to be giving her a tour, noting various points of interest. "This is the Headwoman's office," says the greenrider, winking saucily at the man standing guard. To the guard the greenrider says, "She's here to see the Headwoman. Don't worry, she's harmless." Unlike, say, the greenrider, who smiles flirtatiously and then departs. Cee, for that is who the bewildered teenager is, looks wide-eyed at the guard and then hesitantly moves past him to knock on the door.

Doran sends an amused look the greenrider's way and then turns his focus onto the teenager, reaching passed her as if to perhaps prevent entry, he pounds on the door for her. Helpful, right? "What!?" comes the somewhat snapped response from behind it. "Someone to see you," the guard gives with a grin going to Cee, clearly unfazed by the Headwoman's response as he then says to the girl in a low aside, "She's grumpier than a wher these days but she don't bite." Oh yes, very encouraging isn't he?

Cee gulps a bit, although it could be more for show, as she appears to be recovering somewhat from her state of bemusement. "Wish me luck, then," she says as she waits for a "come in" or a "go away".

And get it Cee does as a rich though husky tone calls out, "Come." Doran, ever the helpful one, turns the handle, pushes the door open and then steps aside giving with a wink to the teen, "Yell if her eyes turn red." Once the girl steps across the threshold she'll find one immaculately put together, though weary looking blonde woman somewhere in her late thirties to early forties, seated behind an enormous desk set in the middle of the room. Fatigued interest colours her features as a brow lifts, "Yes?" Handing the teenager unspoken prompt to either introduce herself or state her business, or both.

Cee gives Doran a dubious look and heads into the office. By now she has overcome her bafflement, but a certain small-town shyness takes over as she faces possibly the most powerful woman she's ever met, being from an isolated cothold. In an accent reminiscent of Ahnika's, she says, "Hello, ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt, but they said I should ask you about accomadations here for guests. I'm weyrling Ahnika's foster sister."

Well now, that was not what Indira had been expecting to hear and so a small amount of silence draws out as Cee is put under tight sloe-eyed study. "Our Ahnika's foster sister?" visage devoid of expression save for the faint narrowing of eyes, "You're a mighty long way from home, darlin'." Given in almost a sardonic tone, as if she doesn't believe the claim the teenager makes. And then with a sharp intake of air, she gathers a stack of papers together, settles them neatly before her and then clasps her hands together atop the small pile, "So what brings you to our home then?" Both expression and tone a little warmer now that she seems to have made up her mind about the young girl.

A fraction of Cee's earlier bemusement returns as she says, "It's been a pretty strange day. It started when greenrider Nara came to the cothold with a message for our foster mother. She was out helping with a birth, so I went along to show Nara where the cothold was. Then she said I should come with her because mum decided to answer Ahni in person. And then while mum was meeting Ahni's… I'm not sure what they're called here, but I guess at the cothold it would be her fiance, Nara took me on a tour and said I should come here and stay for a while. Then we went back and met up with Ahni and Jhath and Ahni agreed." She pauses there, then adds, "So Nara took me back home to get some clothes and stuff and here I am."

Slowly but surely amusement enters dark eyes and a brow lifts upward as Cee recounts her day, seemingly without drawing a breath in between. "Seren's…here?" that's the first bit that the Headwoman latches onto, seeming aware of the message sent as she doesn't question that bit. Hands unclasp and set to the desk as if she's about to rise to go and meet with the Journeywoman. She doesn't quite stand to her feet just yet as a wry smile patterns onto her mouth for the comment given on what she can only assume is reference to her son, "Not sure they're quite at the fianc stage yet but aye, something like that." Still seeming on the brink of going to seek out Seren, she hesitates a moment to ask, "How long do you plan on staying…Ahnika's foster sister?" Putting out gentle tease that the girl had forgotten to provide a name.

Nenienne nods at Indira's first question. "She's currently talking to Ahni and…him." She's forgotten his name is all of the whirlwind activity. Then, with an embarrassed smile at the oversight, she says, "Oh! I'm Brahceer." Then she remembers the greenrider's coaching, and amends, "Or rather, Cee. Nara said maybe a few months." Then she blushes slightly and admits, "She says her dragon likes me and maybe I might even be searched."

Not aware that the teenager has forgotten her son's name, a brow goes up as she continues to refer to Lomaxin as 'him' but the Headwoman makes gives no response thereon. "Brahceer?" just the very faintest hint of amusement in her husky tone for the name provided, it being on the tip of her tongue to enquire as to whether or not there's a foster brother named 'Nickerlas' somewhere in the mix. Short contemplation is given the information that she'll be staying a few months and Indira gives a nod of her severely coiffure'd head, "Any good with a needle and thread?" Mind already going to where best the teenager can be used during her stay.

Cee nods. "Yes, ma'am, at least with mending. I don't take up after my foster father by any stretch of the imagination." She may be about to say something else but her stomach picks then to growl loudly, and instead she blushes and gives an apologetic smile.

A short smile is given for Cee not being up to weavercraft standards, "So long as you can mend rips and tears, that's all I ask." Indira politely pretends not to have heard the growling complaint of hunger from the teen's stomach, instead she quickly draws a form toward herself, makes a few comments under various sections and then holds it out to the girl saying with a warm smile as she does, "Take this to assistant steward Warin, Doran will point you in the right direction, and then take a turn passed the kitchens and tell Cookie I said she's to set you up with something to tide you over until the evening meal, aye?" Now standing she moves with contained grace toward the shelves and in particular a box that holds the shoulder knots worn by Weyr residents. Returning with it looped over the tips of her fingers, it's held out toward Cee, "Be sure to wear this at all times, and report to Meline in the lower caverns first thing in the morning. She'll get you set up at one of the mending tables."

Cee nods gratefully and flashes a smile. "Thank you, ma'am." She takes Indira for her word and arranges the knot on her shoulder right then, slightly awkwardly since she never wore one, but as if she'd been shown at some point how to. Then she asks politely, "Doran is the one outside?"

Smiling with a little more warmth, Indira takes a step closer, slim hands reaching to fuss with the girl's knot once she's arranged it, if she allows, with a near maternal air to the simple gesture. "Aye, that would be him. And you can tell him," voice dropping to sotto tones, amusement lacing through, "that my eyes only turn red when men like him pound on my door." A wink setting her words as tease. Stepping back with a nod of satisfaction for the arrangement of shoulder knot, she takes a step toward the door, determined to try and catch the Journeywoman Healer before she leaves. "And Cee…" the pause suggesting she might be about to deliver warning or admonishment, "…welcome to Eastern Weyr."

Cee gratefully allows the help, watching as best she can to see what the Headwoman does. She laughs naturally when Indira mentions her eye color, and is still msiling when Indira welcomes her. "Thank you!" she says, then allows herself to be ushered out.


Song: "I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here" from the musical Annie, by Charnin, Meehan, and Strouse.


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