Logs:Roszadyth's Lythronath Babies
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| RL Date: 14 September, 2015 |
| Who: Lythronath, Roszadyth, Teisyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teisyth's in town. Lythronath tells her he's expecting. |
| Where: Weyrleaders' Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Makita/Mentions, Rh'mis/Mentions |
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| Since Teisyth's transfer to warmer climes, she's seldom been seen in the home of her shelling, but today there must be some absolutely unavoidable family obligation that even a faked death couldn't get G'laer out of. It affords Teisyth the opportunity to flit (in her galumphing way) from ledge to ledge, visiting. « Howdee do, Lynner! » comes the cheery greeting from the green. He must be next on the list. Lythronath's not on his ledge. Since he's big triumphant victory, he's been frequenting the leader ledge, staying there, staying near Roszadyth sure, but also staying as a presence, for anyone who comes by, Niahvth, Cadejoth, or the Weyr's other dragons. Or, you know. « Teisyth! » She is remembered in her arrival only, but it's enough to have him up from his indolent lounging, to his hind feeth, wings out and tail swinging while he sniffs at the air. Excited. Daww. Fortunately, given Teisyth's relative size to Lythronath, it's unlikely that she'll be able to bowl him over in her enthusiastic arrival onto the leaders ledge (is this the leaders ledge? She might notice when a gold happens by). Still, the arrival is meant to tumble her into the bronze, enthusiasm feeding off of his excitement and on and on. Somewhere, G'laer almost certainly has a headache. Somewhere, A'rist might actually smile. Lythronath's remembering is limited, so Teisyth does get a hearty tail-thwap whilehe jumps and dances and circles her and bobs his head up and down. « Back! » is exclaimed. In case she hadn't known it. « Home, » is more significant. « Good! » Teisyth is pleased for him. « My home ain't new anymore, but I like it. » She relates as if it were important. « Y'all can come visitin' if'n you like. » It's added in off-handed babble as she starts to settle down, thumping her head briefly into his shoulder. « So what all's been happenin'? What've I missed? I dun heard already about how Kharyth found all them nice rocks and hid the treasure where ain't nobody's gonna find it, » is related in case he was going to tell her, though she adds in quiet, « Don't tell Rosvelth, but I know just where she hid 'em, » with a pleased guffaw. « Haha! Hidden. » The interest piqued brings a mental heaviness. It's information he'll share with Rosvelth. In bits. Excruciating bits. Later. Teeth graze green hide at the apex of one of his headbobs, one where his mouth opens. Those fire-blazed wings twitch a few times before they're willing to settle along his back. « Babies, » he declares, then. With a pride that can probably be felt all the way to Ierne, he adds, « Mine. » « WHAT? » That's Teisyth's extreme excitement. In this moment, she can't sit still, needs to rear back, flab her wings, hoot, holler and stomp. « Hoo-ee! Lynner, that's great! Yer gonna be a pappy! » She's so thrilled for him. So thrilled. (G'laer might be blind from the pain of her glee.) Then, the revelation: « Wait a darn tootin' second, Lynner... I'm gonna be a auntie!!! » « Mine, » Lythronath repeats, but this time, it doesn't mean prohibitive exclusion. « Strong babies. Lots of babies. » He answers her excitement by swinging his head at her and whipping his tail out behind him. « Roszadyth's Lythronath babies. » « Hot dang! » Teisyth throws herself against Lythronath in the biggest, proudest weird dragon hug she can manage. « Presents! » It's another sudden revelation. « Aunties give presents. I'munnna have ter get started. What kind of presents do Roszadyth's Lythronath babies need? Blankets? Treasure? » There's that fleeting thought to what Kharyth might not miss, « Pillows? » « Presents for babies, » Lythronath relays, some of Teisyth's scent, if not the twang of her voice, working in behind those words. « What presents? » Would she like, presumably. His list so far includes, « Blood... » (To Roszadyth from Lythronath) Shimmering, soft, light expands beneath Lythronath's words. « Presents? » She doesn't seem to recognize the dragon, but acknowledges the offer, though her sighed, « They are not yet laid. I would feel ill at ease accepting them. » is gentle. (To Lythronath from Roszadyth) « Will be, » Lythronath is certain, unquestioning confidence all through his tones. « Then? » (To Roszadyth from Lythronath) Roszadyth hesitates, but responds, eventually, demurely, « Anything that they would be willing to provide. Anything convenient. I do like pillows. » Pillows, soft, silky, pretty pillows. (To Lythronath from Roszadyth) To Roszadyth, Lythronath confirms, « Pillows. » Good. « Roszadyth, » Lythronath explains, pausing to turn his head toward the weyr that the queen and her rider share. A few beats, where the bronze is distracted, discussing. « Pillows, » would be more grudging, had it not come from the gold. « Blood, too. » Teisyth is bobbing her boxy head along in agreement until suddenly, confusion, « T'gether? » Lythronath knows enough of the gold to provide, « No. » Something in it strikes him as funny, though, and that bronze is twitching his wings and tossing his head. The green seems relieved, sharing without words her concern over G'laer not letting her bring pillows to the feeding grounds. Not after the last time. « I-- » is distracted. « Dang. G'laer says we have t'go home now. He's got a headache, bad, and his ma says he can leave now. He's real happy, » she seems perplexed, « even if'n his head is killin' him. » She thinks on this another moment and comes up with no putting of 2 and 2 together to resemble anything like 4. (2+2=MAGENTA! in Teisyth's world.) « I'm right proud of you, Lynner. I'll come see yer babies, I promise! » She might even remember that promise. She leans to bump his shoulder affectionately before moving to get enough distance to safely launch into the waiting sky. « Babies, » agrees Lynner. And he bites at her tail as she leaves. And everything is as it should be. |
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Roz (20:03, 15 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
That is legit the cutest thing I have ever read in my life. Homg.
Alida (22:21, 15 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oh dear ghawwwd; so cute! :D Pillows and Blood! Blood and souuuls! Hahahaahaha! :D
Faryn (22:59, 15 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oh, god, the horror of cleaning up bloody pillows. This is way way too adorable.
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