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16-07-02: Recruiting the masses
With a newborn baby at home, what is Lydiere to do but accept help when it's offered?

If there's a single word to describe how Lydiere looks, it would be exhausted. She descends the staircase from the plateau, holding on to the railing as if for dear life - no doubt she doesn't have the energy to stay upright without it. Wobbling onto the sands, she hesitates, and then takes another step forward, half shutting her eyes as she steps downwards towards the water.
Adareri was just heading off the beach, but she stops short when she sees Lydiere. She frowns in concern, and moves closer to the Weyrwoman. "Weyrwoman? Lydiere? Do you want some help?" she offers, though she seems unsure what exactly to call the woman.

"Lydiere," affirms the woman, quickly, wobbling once more, and then sitting herself down upon the sands, close enough to the water. "Sorry - I'm just tired. The walk to the beach seemed longer than I remembered, when I decided I needed some fresh air." She smiles, though, now that she's safely sitting on the ground, stretching out her legs in front of her. "I'll be fine, I'm sure. Ah-- Oh dear, I've forgotten your name. I'm awfully sorry."

Adareri nods slowly, then settles herself back down onto the beach, near Lydiere. "Well, maybe you just need some more help, so you're not so tired. Please, don't be sorry. I'm Adareri. I'm not really that memorable of a person, so I don't expect most people to remember me. Don't worry about it."

Lydiere's smile is warm, as she inclines her head towards Adareri, "I won't forget this time, I promise," she avers, drawing her hands towards the sand, and letting it slide between her fingers. "It's the sproglet," she explains, after a pause, as she seems to get her breath back, and look far more healthy. "And all the other work, as well. No such things as maternity leave."

Adareri smiles softly. "Well, do you want some help with the... sproglet? I may not have worked out too well as a nanny for the Weyr, but I could help you out with just your baby. If you want that is. You look like you need more help. IF you don't want help with the baby, maybe I could help with something else?" so she likes being helpful, and she looks very serious.

Lydiere catches the hesitation before the word 'sproglet', commenting quietly, "Let me guess, you find it a peculiar pet name, too? G'wain at least got used to it, over time. Just seemed to fit. She's Llysah, really, though." She hesitates, biting upon her lip, eyes seeking the water beyond, "What job do you do, at present, may I ask?"

Adareri shrugs slightly. "It's not that really, it's just I've never heard that word used to describe a newborn baby, that's all." she smiles. "Llysah is a beautiful name. She's a beautiful baby too, I have no doubt. As for my job, I'm just sort of doing odd jobs all around the Weyr. I help out here and there when my help is requested."

Lydiere's lips quirk into a smile, as once again she inclines her head, "It's unusual, I know. I mostly called her that before she was born, but it stuck somewhat. I'm not used to Llysah, yet, though I agree, it is a beautiful name. And yes, a beautiful baby." She draws the dark sand beside her into her hands, letting it sift through between her fingers lightly. "Well. In that case... Could I recruit you to be something of an assistant? I'm still supposed to be taking it easy, but someone to run the occasional errand, and hold the baby if I'm busy from time to time would be a /great/ help."

Lydiere ohs, looking contrite. "Sorry, I'm not entirely with it, at the moment. What I want," she explains, leaning backwards, letting the sun fall over her face and body, "is for you to be there to do the things I don't have time for. Like - well, if I'm working on hides, if you could file them once I'm done with them. And if Llysah cries, if you could soothe her. I wouldn't expect you to change her, or anything like that. It's just the little things. And you don't have to do it as a full time job, or anything. I wouldn't expect that. Just... well, whenever you have the time."

Adareri smiles widely. "Well, I really don't have much else to do unless I'm asked. I can help you at any time of the day or night. I'm used to spending nights awake from when I was back home. It's no problem at all to help you at any time."

"Yes, but it may well be pretty boring, and I wouldn't want to inflict /that/ upon you," counters Lydiere. "I almost have to feel guilty asking you," she admits, somewhat rueful. "But I certainly won't refuse the assistance." She pauses. "Actually, it might be really nice, if you took the sproglet every so often, in the evening, so G'wain and I can have some time alone."

Adareri raises a brow slightly. "Ah, but you didn't ask. I offered. So don't worry about that." she hmms softly, pretending to think. "I really don't think it would be a problem for me to take the sproglet every so often. You and G'wain deserve some time alone."

Lydiere positively beams, both at the agreement, and at the use of the term 'sproglet'. "Wonderful," she enthuses, "Absolutely wonderful. I bet even doting dad will be willing to separate himself for an evening. It's kind of hard on a relationship, having a new baby, and being busy people anyway." She goes silent, and then blinks, "I apologise. We've been sitting here for a while, and all we've done is talk about me. What about you? Are you Istan, originally?"

Adareri laughs, shaking her head slightly, letting herself relax back on the sand now, instead of just sitting there. "It's alright, really. I'm from Ista Hold, originally, so at least that's something, right? I did well enough as a nanny back home, so we thought I'd do just fine doing the same here, for all that I wasn't even 17 turns yet. Then I got here, and I just couldn't handle it at all like I thought I could, so I asked to get away from the nanny position."

"Understandable," declares Lydiere, wrinkling her nose. "I love my kids, don't get me wrong, but there's no way I could handle them as a full time job. It's-- well, a relief, to be able to hand them over, and shards, I've only had the two, and nearly ten turns apart at that." She tilts her head to the side, adding, "It was just too hectic, too much work for you?"

Adareri shrugs. "To tell the truth, I'm not really sure. I think maybe it was a combination of the difference from being home and being here, and Weyr children /are/ different from Holder children, a fact I never really appreciated until I was here."

Lydiere ahs, inclining her head into a nod. "Weyr children, in my experience, tend to be somewhat more... outspoken, perhaps? That may not be the right word, but I know what you mean. I was brought up partially in a hold, partially in a weyr, so I've seen the difference, myself."

Adareri nods. "It is a good way to try to put it though. I can't quite think of a good word to describe it either. Yours at least makes sense. Besides, it probably wasn't quite right for me to try to become a full nanny at not even 17 turns anyway. I could have waited."

"Seventeen is young," agrees Lydiere, somewhat wryly. "Not that I can talk - I was a mother before my eighteenth turnday." She's rueful at this, admitting, "If I had my time over, I probably wouldn't have done that. Perhaps you'll try again, in the future? If you decide that you really want to, of course. We all find our niche, in the end, I imagine."

Adareri nods. "Yes, perhaps. Unless of course I find something else I like better and find out I'm good at." she murmers with a grin. "Just so long as I'm not always doing odd jobs around the Weyr, I don't really think I'll mind just what job I end up with. I'd just rather not be doing odd jobs for the rest of my life."

Lydiere's head nods slowly, as she leans back further, toes delving into the sands beneath her feet. "I think that's what we all want, in the end. Something that isn't just odd jobs, and random occupations. Something we're good at, I guess. I'm sure you'll find that, eventually."