Logs:Having Trouble
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| RL Date: 8 November, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, Milani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kas and Millie talk about farming plans, and then on K'del's feelings about Milani's pregnancy. It's going to be okay, though. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 21 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'sel/Mentions, K'ndro/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Nakasha/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| Evening. Milani's brought a tray over from the kitchens and there's yummy things on it, soup steaming, roasted wherry, tubers, greens under a cover. Quiet dinner at home then. The headwoman sits curled up on the couch though with dinner set out somewhat on the table, the things that need covering still covered. Millie's got a blanket pulled up over her legs, a book perched on her knees, dressed down for the evening, just reading while waiting on K'del to get home from whatever is keeping him busy at end of day. Cadejoth's at home, which means chances are K'del's not too far off, and, sure enough, it's not so long before his footsteps sound their way up the stairs. At the entranceway, he sniffs the air appreciatively, angling his way into the caverns so he can aim directly for Milani on the couch, to lean in and plant a quick kiss on her; "Smells great," he says, after he draws his face back again, leaning against the couch to remove his boots one foot after another. "Okay day?" Looking up at the sound of footsteps, Milani sets her book aside and smiles at the Weyrleader, one arm reaching up to curl around his neck when he leans in for that kiss. It's returned, then she slides her hand down back to her lap. "Mm. Not too bad. They had a whole bunch of roasted wherry for dinner, so I brought some over. Healthy appetites and all that. Work wasn't too busy, though there's some back and fort going on about ... plow bits. Don't ask me about what the actual /piece/ is, but we're working it out. How many we need for the number of plows ordered and ..." she waves a hand vaguely. "I'm learning a lot more about what farmcrafters and holders do than I ever thought I would." "Plow bits." K'del says, deadpan, and then, finally shakes his head. "You and me both, on the learning." His boots both on the ground now, he leapfrogs the arm of the couch in order to settle in on the end of it. "It's all totally different from vines, so even what I /do/ know doesn't actually help that much. Thought I was rid of it, too. But. Seems like it's coming together, I think?" Beat. "You're still feeling okay?" He's probably asked that question most days. "And you're a good holder boy," Milani teases him fondly, stretching arms above head, then shifting the blanket so that she can re-orient and come curl up against his side. "Well, you know. We could always put in a little vine section if you want to be in charge of something," the headwoman teases him further and settles her palm comfortably above his heart. "I feel great actually," is the bright answer and her head aims to drop down to his shoulder. "I think I'm actually starting to get ... well not a bump, but /thicker/." K'del curls his arm around Milani as she curls up against him, laughing. "Good holder boy, that's me. But thank you... reckon I can do without vines, thank you very much. Got enough to think about without them." He takes only a single breath before he says, warmly, "You think? Let's see. You're going to look utterly cute when you start getting really round." "A /very/ good holder boy," MIlani says all wide eyes, tilting her chin up a little to brush a kiss to his cheek. "Mm. C'sel's been mumbling about trees when I see him and looking at me sidelong like he thinks I'm going to make him go back to orchard-keeping. I think he and Leova and some of the others who know beast might like to go get us some plowing beasts instead." That breath sees her reaching for his hand, aiming to draw it to her mid-section. "Feel any different? And well, we'll see. I guess I might wind up looking like I have a ball stuffed under my skirt." Teasing; "Think your idea of a good holder boy is a little different to my mother's!" But K'del's laughing, merry. "Oh, poor C'sel. He /did/ raise the whole orchard thing with me at one point as an option, but I think it's pretty obvious at this point we need to keep things simple. Until we're all more confident." The idea about beasts, though? "Now /that/ is a good idea. Must approach them with it. Better them than, you know, using an intermediary who might fleece us." He lets his hand be drawn without hesitation, letting it rest upon Milani's midsection as he considers her question. "Not sure. A little. It's weird, though, thinking of a /baby/ in there." Still. "I doubt it. You'll look beautiful." "Most likely. Mine involves a very different set of skills than your mother is probably thinking of," the headwoman says laughingly. "Mm. Simple is good," she agrees. "And definitely, though I'm pretty sure we could trust K'ndro's family for one." Beat. "If Tiriana would go for it. Given givens." Her fingers thread through his and she smiles up at him with a little lift of her shoulders. "I know. Maybe it'll seem more real when I'm bigger or there's kicking." Her cheek drops down to his shoulder again. "Thanks, Kas." K'del's fingertips, circling as they are over her middle as they are, are demonstrating just one of the skills his mother would almost certainly not be thinking of. "Probably," he allows of K'ndro, carefully. "But right. If she would. I don't know. Like the idea of using our resources. Former crafters, and whatever. Might be fun for them." He squeezes her hand, returning the smile with a low tip of the head. "Right. Kicking! Know that made it more real for Kash, ignoring the rest." Leaning in, he plants a kiss upon her forehead. "You're welcome. Always." Circling fingertips only make Milani smile. "Just another option for making sure we have everything we need. Traders," the headwoman points out. "But definitely, I've been asking people about what they used to do or where they're from, going through files and things." Her thumb brushes lightly alongside his and she nods. "How is she doing, by the way? Your sister?" "Got to use all of them, I think. Put ourselves in the best position we can." K'del sounds only vaguely thoughtful as he says this, and rather more lazy and content. "Anyone really useful you've discovered?" And then, gaze flickering towards Milani as he wrinkles his nose, "She still refuses to tell the baby's father. I thought she had, but... apparently not. She's being stubborn, but physically, she's fine. Only four months to go." "It'll give riders something useful to focus on," Milani agrees and blows out a breath. "Well, there's several riders who were searched from farming holds and there's a fair few residents from Nabol and High Reaches proper, also some from little places on the Crom/Telgar border. If we're growing grain, they might be especially able to help." What K'del shares lifts Milani's brows though. "Really? Oh shells. Why not? I mean, he'll want to know, won't he? He's not ... that kind of guy?" Her lips purse faintly, expression thoughtful. "I mean, it never occurred to me /not/ to tell you guys." Her hand moves along his chest again, fond. "Only four months. It's going by fast. Though ... really I've only seven to go myself." "That all helps," says K'del, approvingly, using playing with the ends of Milani's hair with the arm that's curled around behind her. "She--" he huffs out a breath, evidently trying to work out how to explain it. "Doesn't want to ruin his life, is the way she put it. Because he might feel obligated to marry her, and that would kill his mother, or something, and-- I don't know. I just can't imagine she can avoid him forever. Suppose not living in the same place makes it slightly easier; we'd've figured it out pretty quick, if you hadn't told." Beat. "Least you've longer to get used to it, knowing sooner. Time flies, though, doesn't it?" "I'm collecting it all so you and Tiriana can make some decisions. My recommendations and some of the views from some other people who have holder backgrounds will be included," Milani says in her professional voice. What he relates about his sister though wrinkles her brows right up. "Really? Shells. A conservative holder boy then?" Her head shakes back and forth a few times. "She could always tell him she doesn't want to get married and she'll take care of it all if it'll really cause problems, right?" She laughs a little and looks down at her stomach. "Mm. Eventually I would've popped and there would've been a lot of questions." She looks up at him grins. "Mm. And it's very /welcome/ news for me." K'del can't manage anything resembling his own professional voice; he just grins. "Good. Great. Not too long now before we can really get started; it's kind of exciting." The grin does not, though, last through his responses about his sister. "He's not conservative as such, from what I can tell. But... Blooded, even if he's not in line for anything, and with a snob of a mother. She admitted that much to me, though otherwise, I don't even know his name, or where he's from. She /should/ tell him that, but I think she won't. Unless she has to. Stubborn, stubborn girl." Though he matches her grin with one of his own, it takes a moment before he can say, "And I'm happy for you, Millie. Truly." "It is. A little disconcerting still, but ... yes," Milani says a little more cautiously and smiles up at him again. "/Blooded/ oh shells ... well I guess that is a little more delicate," the headwoman says with brows knitting together faintly. "Weyrleader's sister ... Blooded lad. You don't know just how Blooded then if you don't know his name and all." Her fingers smooth down the front of his shirt again. Comforting. His last lifts her gaze to his face again, calm but searching. "You're having trouble with this, aren't you?" Disconcerting? K'del laughs; he doesn't seem to find it so, though there's a shallow nod to mark it. "Right," he says, of his sister's beau. "No idea at all, but she promises me he's not, like, going to become the Lord Holder of anywhere one day, unless maybe he makes a really good marriage. Still... does make things more tricky. Wish she'd tell me more." Talking about this at least distracts him from answering her last question, but it can't distract forever. A swallow, and then, his gaze meeting hers, he makes a face. "Kind of? I'm sorry, Millie, I'm really trying. It's just hard to get used to." That laughter just earns a wry look. "You weren't here before. When Crom shorted us," Milani says simply, shoulders lifting then dropping again. "You didn't see N'thei and A'son and his little brother behind bars. Or the Weyrlingmaster blamed for it." She takes a breath, nods, listens. "Mm. Yeah it'd be good to know what Blood we're talking about because ... well you know, /politics/ and good relationships and things." She quiets though at that swallow and her teeth catch lightly at her lower lip. "Oh Kas ..." she says softly and snuggles closer, arms wrapped around him tight. "I'm sorry," she says softly and burrows her face into the angle of his shoulder and collarbone. K'del winces, at those reminders of everything that went on beforehand, though his nod after that is a serious one, understanding. "I know," he says quietly. "I know." Of Kash, he agrees with another nod, head shaking; "She promises me it's not an issue, but... I'd like to know. Need to push her a bit more, maybe." But that's not the primary issue on his mind, and as Milani snuggles in to him and burrows her face, he reaches to hold her tight, squeezing gently as he drops a kiss to her head. "Don't be," he murmurs, words only barely escaping being lost into hair. "My issue, not yours. I really /am/ happy for you. /Really/." "I never expected ... that you'd have an issue," Milani confesses and lifts her head enough that she can be heard clearly. "I care about you both a very great deal. But you know this doesn't change anything, right? And well ... I was kind of hoping maybe you could be you know, uncle Kas. Or something like that. For this baby." She reaches up, fingers playing with his collar, uncertainty in her voice. K'del draws himself back so that he can meet Milani's gaze. "Didn't," he says after a moment, "expect to have one. It just... surprised me, all of it. Because I hadn't thought about it, I guess? I don't know." He puts a hand atop of hers, the one playing with his collar, squeezing as he says, "I'd love to be uncle Kas. I would. Got a fair amount of experience to bring to the position." His wry smile turns warmer as he syas this, and then, quietly, "Know it doesn't change anything. I'm sorry for being so... difficult. It's the last thing you need right now." Milani's smile answers his, bright and warm and her hand turns beneath his to lace fingers together again. "You're not being difficult Kas. It's okay to feel the way you do. I'm surprised that you /do/. But I ... I can see where you're coming from too. So. I guess we just take it day by day, hm? And I'm fine, really. I promise. If I /do/ have a problem, you know I'll just tell you." K'del's fingers curl around hers as they lace together, and he nods, though his expression is marred by a wrinkling of the nose and a furrowing of the brow. "Don't know why it does bother me so much. It shouldn't. Never thought I was the jealous type." But the smiles is still there, awkward though it is, and he lets it soften again as he adds, "Know you will. It's all going to be fine. All of it." "Jealous," Milani echoes after a moment and her head shakes back and forth. "That is a word, that I really never thought would cross /your/ lips, darling." There's teasing in the fond name there at the end, but there's also a hint of perplexity wrinkling her forehead. "Hm. Well. You just work on that, okay? And I will try not to ... shove things in your face too much. Though this kiddo will probably have other ideas about that after a little while." "I know, right? It's utterly foreign to me, and... not a fan. Not at all." He's smiling, teasing himself along with her tease, as he says that, but there's still a seriously, and definite discomfort, around the edges of his expression. "Will," he says, more seriously. "Promise. And... no, don't. You go on doing what you're doing, and I promise, I'll be utterly down with it before you know it. /Promise/." If he promises enough, it's bound to happen; if nothing else, he seems absolutely determined. "I hope it gets better soon," Milani says sincerely, like it's a fever or a cold that you can just get over. She crawls into his lap then though, arms going around his neck. "I love you," is all she says and leans in to kiss him soundly. "But. If we don't eat soon, all that lovely food is going to be cold and I'd rather have it warm at least. But /then/, my very very dear K'del, I'm planning to warm /you/ up." Dimpled smile. After that kiss, and the words that follow it, his arms still holding her tight, K'del, beaming, says; "Reckon you've just named two of the essential ingredients to my cure." That's all he says, at this point, in response to her first comment, though his nod as she said it was a firm, serious one. He slides his feet towards the ground, hoisting her up with him to draw her back to her feet in front of him. "Love you, too." Milani just beams then laughs as she sets her on her feet. "Good. You know, I think with us, there's nothing that a good meal and great sex can't really cure," is the blithe answer, then she's tugging him over to the table to have that dinner, entertains him with funny snippets of her day and afterward? Well. You have to have dessert. A lot of dessert! "/I/ certainly can't think of anything," declares K'del, as he's dragged off towards the table. There's no more awkwardness for the evening, not between that dinner and the dessert that follows. Satisfying dessert. /Very/ satisfying dessert. Things are going to be okay. |
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