Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 1:43:58 GMT -5
Who: Syana, her chore buddies.
What: Teaching the children to dance. (Hey, it counts as babysitting!)
Where: The Creche
When: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Nyah.
There was little that children were capable of doing at this point, now that most of the smaller damages were repaired, and keeping them out of the way of the crews meant they were often bored inside. Thus, given the chore of watching over them, Syana knew very well she was likely going to have to deal with some rather unhappy and unruly little brats, unless she could distract them. Not having a fire-lizard (though she did adore them) that left her with few options, since she’d overheard a drudge already despairing at their lack of interest in lessons, their games, or music. Still, never let it be said that she couldn’t come up with a plan.
Dressed in gay, festive colors for once, Vladisyana slipped into the crèche, layered skirts of bright blues and greens swaying about her hips and legs, and loose 9though carefully bound) blouse of bright blues and purples at the edges swaying with her top. A festive black scarf with a rainbow of threads adding color bound her curls, and the larger, heavy if sturdy bangles on her ankles and wrists clanked nicely. Behind her traipsed her two half grown dogs, each sporting a festive trail of scarves, and woofing softly in happiness. From there, the fun began.
After an hour and a half of letting the children romp with the dogs, she’d clapped her hands and gathered them close with a conspiratorial gaze after chasing out the drudges, leaving herself alone. By now, after a few fanciful children’s tales, and the play acting to match, she had them enthralled, and had thankfully been excused from any fighting as well. She had been correct in assuming that all they needed was something new and bright, and after growing up in her family and spending time on the road with the Traders, Vladisyana had no qualms about providing such.
“Alright, children. I know you’ve been cooped up and bored, so I’ve got another surprise for you. How would you all like to learn folk dances? You can impress your caretakers and families! And who knows, when you’re older, you might just want to impress a pretty girl or boy, hmmm?” She grinned, teasingly, knowing how open the Weyrs were about sexuality, and how children were often far more precocious than given credit for. “Now. I want to demonstrate one, and then I’ll help you learn it, ok? If you think you can keep up and follow, try! Once you know, I’ll even play some music for us to dance to! I’ll bet you’ve not heard –some- of it before.” She offered, with a grin.
At the bright voices and cheery answers, Syana moved to a clear space, body twisting and moving through a basic step of her people that could be embellished easily by more experienced dancers, but was often taught to children by itself. She was pleased to see several girls and boys already trying the steps, even before she stopped, some with each other at that! Pleased, she ran the group through the steps, then started hunting for an instrument.
What: Teaching the children to dance. (Hey, it counts as babysitting!)
Where: The Creche
When: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Nyah.
There was little that children were capable of doing at this point, now that most of the smaller damages were repaired, and keeping them out of the way of the crews meant they were often bored inside. Thus, given the chore of watching over them, Syana knew very well she was likely going to have to deal with some rather unhappy and unruly little brats, unless she could distract them. Not having a fire-lizard (though she did adore them) that left her with few options, since she’d overheard a drudge already despairing at their lack of interest in lessons, their games, or music. Still, never let it be said that she couldn’t come up with a plan.
Dressed in gay, festive colors for once, Vladisyana slipped into the crèche, layered skirts of bright blues and greens swaying about her hips and legs, and loose 9though carefully bound) blouse of bright blues and purples at the edges swaying with her top. A festive black scarf with a rainbow of threads adding color bound her curls, and the larger, heavy if sturdy bangles on her ankles and wrists clanked nicely. Behind her traipsed her two half grown dogs, each sporting a festive trail of scarves, and woofing softly in happiness. From there, the fun began.
After an hour and a half of letting the children romp with the dogs, she’d clapped her hands and gathered them close with a conspiratorial gaze after chasing out the drudges, leaving herself alone. By now, after a few fanciful children’s tales, and the play acting to match, she had them enthralled, and had thankfully been excused from any fighting as well. She had been correct in assuming that all they needed was something new and bright, and after growing up in her family and spending time on the road with the Traders, Vladisyana had no qualms about providing such.
“Alright, children. I know you’ve been cooped up and bored, so I’ve got another surprise for you. How would you all like to learn folk dances? You can impress your caretakers and families! And who knows, when you’re older, you might just want to impress a pretty girl or boy, hmmm?” She grinned, teasingly, knowing how open the Weyrs were about sexuality, and how children were often far more precocious than given credit for. “Now. I want to demonstrate one, and then I’ll help you learn it, ok? If you think you can keep up and follow, try! Once you know, I’ll even play some music for us to dance to! I’ll bet you’ve not heard –some- of it before.” She offered, with a grin.
At the bright voices and cheery answers, Syana moved to a clear space, body twisting and moving through a basic step of her people that could be embellished easily by more experienced dancers, but was often taught to children by itself. She was pleased to see several girls and boys already trying the steps, even before she stopped, some with each other at that! Pleased, she ran the group through the steps, then started hunting for an instrument.