Wanting what you can't have (open)

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The morning had greeted her sooner than she would have liked but she got up and headed to work. In the mornings she generally worked in the Creche. Sometimes that wasn't what her mother planned for her to do. In the evenings she would be serving in the Weyrhall. This morning was no busier than the one before. A few of the children had already been dropped off.

She sighed heavily. Larissa would say she had too much wine last night. Her head was only pounding a little. Shaking her head a little she focused and picked up a two year old that was being handed to her. "Oh, yes. Anytime you can pick her up before about eight o clock tonight would be fine. We understand that the kitchen staff must stay later." Larissa answered the new foster mother's questions as well as she was able. The little boy was fast asleep still with his arms around her neck.

He'd be awake soon enough. She set him down in one of the cribs. Then she went to write his name in the book they kept to keep track of the children and when they checked in, when they were to be picked up and by whom. All of that information was important in case of some sort of emergency. Larissa hadn't seen anything happen that would require the use of the book but it never hurt to be prepared for the worst.

She patted her simple wool dress with one had, as if nervous. One of the little girls took it in her own. "LARA!!" The blonde smiled down to the dark haired girl. "Lara, I knew you would be here today. I told daddy your the bestest nanny. Mommy wasn't happy that I was talking to daddy but he's coming to pick me up today for my birthing day present!" Lara laughed. "I thought your birthing day wasn't for a few days Jorja."

The dark haired girl nodded and continued in an excited voice. "It isn't but daddy says that I won't be able to see him another time so its tonight. I hope he got me something pretty." Larissa remembered her father taking her out all the time, more than most, she realized when she started working in the Creche. Her mother never did like how much she saw of her father. "I'm sure he will. My father always brought me the most beautiful presents." The little girl smiled and promptly skipped off when she saw one of her friends. The six turn old was exuberant and one of the more clingy children in the Creche. Not that a lot of them didn't love to cling to Lara, some of them just seem to get away with it more.

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Br'yan was most unhappy about his current situation. Even with his dragon's bribe of skipping out on his punishment, the brownrider had trudged his way to the Lower Caverns to find... what was her name...Larissa.. that was it. The brownrider made a mace, his tongue playing with his swollen lower lip. He really hoped the next fight he got into would be with someone who could get more than one punch in~!

He passed a few riders on their way up, to carry on with their daily activities, while he descended to help care for their brats. Br'yan was very happy childless, so this seemed a cruel punishment that of course, Jen would think of bestowing upon him.

One hand lifted out of his pocket to tap the open door softly. The last thing he wanted was to wake up a bunch of squabbling kids. His hand was almost immediately buried in his pocket again, as dark eyes scanned the creche... so this is what it looked like. HA!

An arrogant smirk pulled his lips momentarily as he spotted a woman, probably Larissa, yet he made no move to enter. Who would go in there willingly?~!

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An old woman was first to approach Br'yan. "Excuse me, were you dropping off a child?" She was not the nicest woman in the Creche nor did she appreciate time wasters. This was why she liked Larissa, the girl did her job and didn't waste time with idle chatter. The children understood this woman to be in charge but the brownrider might not know this.

Larissa, was in the middle of laying a baby in a crib when she heard the older woman's voice grow irritable. She was supposed to answer people's questions so that Edira could begin the schedule for the day for the number of children.
"Edira. Sorry, I just laid Orillian in his crib. I can handle this..." She didn't want to get in trouble for not being where she was told.

Edira gave the man one last, almost evil look, before turning back toward the Creche. "Now, how may I help you sir?" The blonde was good natured nearly all the time and it took quite a lot to get her down. She wondered if the handsome rider was here to pick up a child since it was apparent he had none with him. It was an odd time of day to be picking up a child.

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The arrogant smile crumpled at the old woman's impatient quip. Actually, the expression on his face almost became a scowl. He was not going to enjoy being bossed around by drudges. He didn't even spare words for the old woman as the one he'd first laid eyes on approached.

She was quite pretty. His facial features softened a little, the scowl vanishing, though he still looked a little rough and tumbled. His hair mussed, a fat lip, and a good 2-days worth of growth on his chin, his shirt untucked. He certainly was a sight. Compared to him... she was immaculate.

"Larissa, I assume?" he asked more than stated. He'd been wrong before. "Jenafa sent me down," he said bluntly. Not elaborating that it was a form of punishment and that she had the right to boss him around....

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Ahhh that explained it. "Mother told me you would be along. Wingrider Br'yan, yes?" Larissa saw that she was probably right considering the fat lip. At least he had been on time. It wasn't that she had any say in people's punishments but if she had, she would never send them to torment drudges like herself. Larissa remained pleasant as it seemed to smooth over things better when one had a good attitude.

"It isn't too busy this morning." She looked back behind her. There was nothing wrong with helping him understand how things were run before having him do a couple things on his own. "Weyrwoman Jenafa informed my mother that you would be helping us this morning but she mentioned no real tangible details. Have you ever been to the Creche before?" Larissa guessed not. "Well come in, I promise its not as daunting as it looks."

Lara wondered how he ended up with this as a punishment rather than going through dry, boring old records or even helping with a more, manly chore like beastcrafting or lifting heavy things for the kitchen early in the morning. It wasn't really her bussiness. "Oh and its best you shadow me for the first candlemark. Things can get complicated really quickly." With that she turned around and walked into the Creche where there were a number of children up, eating breakfast while some of the younger ones slept. Others had already moved to the classrooms.

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Br'yan nodded confirmation of his name. He didn't answer her enquiry as to if he'd ever been in the creche before. He had been down here as an infant, but that had been years and years ago..... He hesitated in the doorway as she turned and started off, finally he took reluctant steps after her, his hands tucked securely in his pockets.

Br'yan was notorious for finding trouble.

So he followed silently, not touching anything, his boots only making the softest of noises. He would really prefer physical labour over this.. maybe it was that they were running out of ways to punish him... maybe.

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Larissa moved over to the cribs first. "Children aged two and under have a nap when they come in in the morning. Three turn olds to five have breakfast in this area. Children older than five eat in their respective classes, which are also sorted by age and ability." After all, some children needed more time to understand basics than others.

"I'm scheduled with the infants for another half a candlemark then I'm usually with the three to five turn olds most the rest of the day. Any questions?" She picked up a small baby with ease, immediately demonstrating how to hold them. "Babies are born without much head support so you must remember to hold them so that their head is supported. This is the most comfortable position for most people."

It wasn't a moment after she was done talking that a little brown haired boy was tugging at her hand. "Lara..." She looked down, slightly embarrassed about being interrupted by a four turn old. "Yes, Evrem?" She smiled endearingly at the boy. "Is he your Weyrmate?" The boy asked with the beginning of tears in his eyes. "No. He isn't. Whats wrong?" "Mommy says the nannies leave us when they get weyrmates. You can't leave!" Evrem managed to hug her legs so she couldn't move an inch either direction.

"Evrem I'm not leaving you. Let go."

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The brownrider actually grimaced when she picked up one of the sleeping infants. All they did was cry, eat and poop. How could anybody want one of those?! At any rate, he was going to avoid picking them up as much as he could.

Dark eyes flicked down to the boy, frowning slightly at the absurd question, one eyebrow lifted in curiosity. Well, he did think himself quite the lady killer.
Mine, are you behaving? The brown interrupted his silent thoughts.

Yes, why? Br'yan shot back.

Your thoughts are less than chaste. Keep them to yourself, the brown grumbled.

His dragon really did know him better than anyone. The faintest of blushes was present on the tanned face at being caught... even if it was just by his dragon. He had a bad habit of undressing women with his eyes...


Though right now, his eyes were concentrated on the boy. What a blubbery brat. His arms crossed over his chest with a slight "hmph". He was not going to enjoy this one bit. Not at all.

"Are they all going to do that?" he asked, sarcasm thick in his voice.

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Evrem let go reluctantly and went back to where he had been enjoying his breakfast before another nanny took him to another room. She was about to answer him and then decided it was better to think about her answer first. He did seem to not understand the mind of a little child. Before she had her thoughts together another of the women interrupted. "Only round Lara, are they like that. She's got something with them. Specially the boys. They all fancy they'll grow up dragonriders and sweep her off her feet."

To this Larissa went red in the face. "Its, not really like that. I just get along well with them is all." She of course would never want that to be the reason someone liked her. Looks were not everything to her though she knew thats what most people saw.

"We better get on with this or you'll be left with nothing to do. Which would be a shame. I'd hate for you to have to come here twice..." She picked up another baby made sure it was clean, by that she meant it had not soiled itself and then laid it back down. "I prefer the children that know how to use the privy already. It sure doesn't smell as bad."

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Dark eyes flicked up when another spoke. He didn't even give her a nice smile at the comment. It was more of a scowl actually. His mood was declining quickly and he almost regretted having not skipped out on this date.

If Larissa was less than pleasant he might have considered just sneaking away completely.

His nose crinkled at the subject of infant waste. NO THANK YOU~! He'd definitely be passing on that. He'd rather shovel herdbeast dung that even touch a dirty child. His arms stayed crossed, unimpressed.