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Kaleidoscope: The player makes a terrible IC mother. Reconciling the timeline; Yvalia's almost four, not three.

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The player makes a terrible IC mother. Reconciling the timeline; Yvalia's almost four, not three.

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 It's subtle, but the following eyes of the bronzerider would likely catch a glance over Tayte's shoulders and a slight curl to her lips for the sight of the watching. Her hips seem to sway just a ''touch'' more after, maybe she doesn't even realize she's doing it, but it might be just enough to keep that smile going moments after she's headed into the bowl, knot in hand but not on shoulder.
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 The amused dubiousness in K'del's expression is surely only because of the combination of having just met and now being friends, and Tayte's insistence that she wouldn't tell just ''anyone''. 'Really' says his expression, but oh, not in a bad way: no, he's quite amused. And sympathetic, answering her story with a nod. "How ''could'' you enjoy something like that," he says, lightly sarcastic. "Guess it's all about chasing the fun out of things, sometimes. Hopefully you'll still get to do some of that here, though, and if you're lucky, this little project of mine will-- help. We'll see. It's a ways off still, and I really can't get into details. You've children?" He ''did'' pick up on that 'nursery' reference, yes. "Might run into you there quite by chance, then. The nurseries. I've two boys, myself. And I know where the workrooms are, at least. And the Snowasis. Shouldn't be too difficult." He's evidently not going to remark on the possibility of his future Weyrleadership, though something in his expression implies that - for better or for worse - it's a thought that exists at least in the periphery of his worldview.
-"Oh, I know," Tayte's pitch soars lightly, catching the thread of his sarcasm and carrying it along as she speaks, her expression turning playfully reproachful of her own admission. "It's a character defect. A ''dreadful'' one, to be sure, to enjoy the aspects that have me working with interesting people in an interesting place over a workroom with scattered apprentices and so on." Then she's laughing softly, "Oh, will it? Then I'm certainly ''all ears'' when the time is ripe." Since his vagueness on his idea has indicated to her that here and now is not that time. But there's her encouraging smile for when that time does come. "Child," She offers the correction easily, "A daughter. She's just about to be three. What about your sons?" There's a pleased smile for finding yet another thing in common with her new friend, "I'm sure you can give me all the insider information about which nannies can help me out after hours. I'd imagine raising sons and Weyrleading would have you using those sort of services on a regular basis?" Not that she's ever had charge of a Weyr or seems to really have any ''real'' concept of what it takes. There's a nod for the mention of Snowasis. "I can be very persuasive," It's not surprising, is it? Not with her easy demeanor and friendly smile. She seems the sort that could get along with just about anyone. "I'd bet by the next time you see me, I'll be back to slinging bottles." She times that statement with a twirl of her fork between forefingers and thumb. It's a nimble simple move that is executed so swiftly and expertly that he might miss it if he blinks at the wrong moment.
+"Oh, I know," Tayte's pitch soars lightly, catching the thread of his sarcasm and carrying it along as she speaks, her expression turning playfully reproachful of her own admission. "It's a character defect. A ''dreadful'' one, to be sure, to enjoy the aspects that have me working with interesting people in an interesting place over a workroom with scattered apprentices and so on." Then she's laughing softly, "Oh, will it? Then I'm certainly ''all ears'' when the time is ripe." Since his vagueness on his idea has indicated to her that here and now is not that time. But there's her encouraging smile for when that time does come. "Child," She offers the correction easily, "A daughter. She's just about to be four. What about your sons?" There's a pleased smile for finding yet another thing in common with her new friend, "I'm sure you can give me all the insider information about which nannies can help me out after hours. I'd imagine raising sons and Weyrleading would have you using those sort of services on a regular basis?" Not that she's ever had charge of a Weyr or seems to really have any ''real'' concept of what it takes. There's a nod for the mention of Snowasis. "I can be very persuasive," It's not surprising, is it? Not with her easy demeanor and friendly smile. She seems the sort that could get along with just about anyone. "I'd bet by the next time you see me, I'll be back to slinging bottles." She times that statement with a twirl of her fork between forefingers and thumb. It's a nimble simple move that is executed so swiftly and expertly that he might miss it if he blinks at the wrong moment.
 K'del's smirk for her earlier remarks is unrestrained; his smile in reply to her references to his unnamed project is enigmatic. It's his sons that really capture his expression: it's instantly obvious how much he cares for them. "They're eight. Well-- Kasey is. Nikalas will be in another two sevens or so. Different mothers." Because it's confusing, otherwise. "Reckon I can, though mostly their mothers keep up with that-- but some of the other crafters may be of use to you, too. There's a few crafter children around, from memory." He's caught the twirl of that fork, but just barely, and seems impressed by it, though all he says is, "Don't doubt it, not for a second. Seems like you'd be a good person to have on board there, though ''my'' opinion doesn't count for much on that."