Logs:Little Monster
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| RL Date: 27 January, 2016 |
| Who: C'ris, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris and Edyis discuss the future. |
| Where: Central Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 12, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds hangs oppressively around the spires. The air is humid and cool, but there is no snowfall today. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen
on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a
wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and
organization of supplies into the various storerooms.
Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two
being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves,
while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and
inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public
stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination
is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items
neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them.
Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of
their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept
floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves
providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though
there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from
the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky
dark of deep caves. Evening finds C'ris buried deep in the discarded clothing that can be found in the open storage caverns, though the things that he digs through would never fit onto him. They are clothes for babies, children, and he is carefully going through each and refolding it into piles that have built up around where he sits in front of the bin as he sorts, an uncovered glow right near him. The one he examines at the moment is a soft buttercup yellow shirt, fingers running over the material with a gentle exploration looking for any stains or holes. The light from her glowbasket probably announces her presence before the sound of her footsteps might, Edyis winding her way through the shelves. Dark brows draw together upon sight of the weyrling assistant and the buttercup yellow shirt, before one brow arches a little higher. "Did someone rope you into finding something for them again?" Curious, and not quite able to contain a soft smile. C'ris jerks out of the reverie that had been part and parcel with the sorting, lifting his gaze to the young woman standing in her own glow. He greets her with an easy smile, calling, "Hey. No, uh. No. Quin-- Quinlys is pregnant." He holds up that baby-sized shirt in explanation, exhaling a breath that softens with his smile. This time, he clarifies quickly, "It's, uh, mine. I'm not, you know, just finding stuff for her." He flushes a bit for the clarification, however. Some how one eyebrow arches even higher, almond shaped eyes a little wide at the revelation. There's a little tapping motion against her ear, as though testing to make sure it is functioning properly. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say Quinlys is pregnant with your child." Her head tilted as she surveys the items. "Right, right," mumbles C'ris at that, that flush only growing as his gaze drops back to the shirt in his hands. He carefully folds it and sets it onto a pile. "How are you, Edyis?" Edyis plops down, at the confirmation. Settling herself cross-legged across from the bluerider. "Then congratulations, I think. Must be something in the water." Studying the blushing face, "I mean it is something you are happy about isn't it?" At his question she lifts her shoulders, "Not drinking the water around here for a while, but otherwise no complaints. Trying to figure out what comes next with this whole wingrider thing." C'ris nods simply for the question, offering a gentle smile. But it's her statement that draws his conversation and concern as he asks, "Figure out the whole wingrider thing? What do you mean? Are you-- not really figuring it out?" Edyis laughs brightly, "Good then, Quinlys is lucky to have you on her side. The kid's lucky too," The concern dampens the cheery smile only a little and she shakes her head in the negative. "No, we finally are finding our stride, but I'm a lot like Akluseth. I get restless if I don't have something in mind, or a goal to chase. Well, he gets restless even when there is a goal..." Edyis smirks. "And you're looking for a goal?" is a soft inquiry on C'ris' part, sympathetic as he watches her. "Maybe." Edyis laughs lightly, "but I'm more curious about how you and Quinlys happened. Apparently I'm further behind on the gossip than I thought." Pulling a tiny blue tunic from one of the piles and studying it absently. C'ris nods simply enough for that answer, before he suggests with a carefully uttered, "Sometimes, just-- you have to find out what makes you happy, first. I know that doesn't, uhm, actually help. But maybe it will." That smile is a friendly thing, even as he flushes for her gossip. And he's focused on the next piece of clothing and studying it as he answers simply, "I asked. I-- liked her and I asked, and well." Edyis laughs, "I think that's what I'm trying to figure out. What makes me happy." Holding the shirt up to the light running a finger over tiny embroidered flowers. "What about this one?" Holding it out for the man to scrutinize, "Is that why you agreed to help with the weyrlings?" Her lilting soprano teases warmly. "Well, no. That's why I, you know, stopped helping with the weyrlings," answers C'ris gently, reaching to draw the tunic from Edyis to study up close. "You'll figure it out. You're still young; you have time." "I'm fairly sure we are close enough in age that statements like that just sound funny. You can't possibly have more than a decade on me at most." Dark eyes lit up in amusement, "Do I still sound like someone lamenting their lot in life?" She asks a little more seriously. As the fabric is relinquished, and she begins the search anew. "I am grateful for the concern though." She frowns, "I didn't know you'd stopped, but then I suppose they are almost graduated now.' There's a faint wrinkle of her nose with the thought. "Five months ago or so, yeah," C'ris confirms with a soft exhale, folding the tunic up and then unfolding it again without realizing it as he re-studies it. "So, I guess I'm in the same position as you, you know? Just-- trying to find a goal that makes me happy, too." Then he's shaking his head, dismissing that topic as he casts a sideways glance to Edyis with a flicker of a smile. "Yeah, but a decade at your age is a lot different. You've changed so much in the last turns and in ten turns, well--." Edyis smiles, a little at the restudy of the garment and a little at the answer. "Are you worried? About being a parent or finding what makes you happy." Frowning as she holds up a dingy grey affair that looks as though moths have made a meal of it. The garment is tossed aside as she starts fishing again. "You sound like an old man already." she comments with a wicked smile, that softens at mention of change. "Doesn't everyone? Change I mean." Curiosity hanging on the last of the words as she finds a pink dress, and eyes it with a smile. "Everyone changes, yeah. That wasn't... what I meant, really. What I meant is that the difference between you at your age and someone a decade older than you--," explains C'ris with a hint of a frown, sliding a look over Edyis only briefly before he rolls a shoulder up in a shrug. "I'm still changing. Becoming a father, finding myself-- No, I'm not scared, not really. Life is what you make it, the good and the bad. And this is good, so." "Is it me, or you that you are trying to convince of that?" A tell-tale twist of the corners of her mouth at the last. "There's plenty to be scared of, plenty to go wrong, even if you were, I think it is probably a natural reaction." There's a lift of her shoulders, playing with the ruffles on the dress. "It is interesting, though, watching people change. Maybe grow up is the better phrase for it." The hint of C'ris' brow lifts in bemusment and confusion for Edyis' question, and he answers gently, "I'm not trying to convince anyone about it. Having children is-- good. I've always wanted to; I didn't think that Quin would, you know, want that, but--. I am not questioning it." He shakes his head, also gently, as he folds another piece of clothing and sets it aside. "I don't-- It doesn't matter what could go wrong or happen. This is a good thing." Edyis laughs, "Is it? I wouldn't know, so you'll have to fill me in when the little monster arrives. Hopefully, he or she has more of your temperament than his or her mom's." Edyis teases lightly passing the dress over for inspection by the papa to be. "I admit I never pegged her for the settling down type either, but I suppose people will always surprise you." C'ris's gaze lingers on Edyis for one long moment, before he murmurs simply, "I hope he or she does get so lucky to be like their mother. Loyal, fearless, fierce, independent, smart--. Faranth, I would wish they could get those things." He says nothing further, finally reaching to start putting away his folded and stacked piles that obviously didn't make the cut back into the bin as he cleans up after himself. "As long as they get the good things from their father too, to balance that out. Kindness and compassion are just as valuable, so don't go selling yourself short either." She notes with a sigh, helping with the clean up. "I'm not," C'ris agrees, but he doesn't linger on that subject. Instead, with Edyis helping him put everything back, it goes quickly and then he's gathering the clothes that he seems to intend to keep, rising with an added, "It was nice to see you again, Edyis. I hope-- you find what you're looking for." The look that follows his I'm not is pointed, but as the cleanup finishes up, she merely smiles. "Good seeing you as well, and likewise, good luck on the road to parenthood." Flashing a smile at him before making her way over to the shelves to fetch whatever item it was she came down for in the first place. |
Comments
Alida (01:42, 1 February 2016 (PST)) said...
So, C'ris wants his kid to be like... Alida, too! Fierce, independent, loyal, fearless, (secretly) smart... Right? ;)
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