Logs:Mother to Mother
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| RL Date: 4 August, 2014 |
| Who: Leova, Tahvra, Tayte, Tuila, Varian, Veylin, Via, Yvalia |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Tayte asks Leova for advice in approaching Anvori about another hiatus from Snowasis. |
| Where: Inner Caverns and Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Anvori/Mentions, Giverne/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Marysia/Mentions, Miska/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Talk of miscarriage/pregnancy complications. Back-dated - thanks to Leova for being date-flexible! |
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| Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr Within the labyrinth of interconnected chambers that make up the inner caverns, this large, long cavern serves both as a crossroads and a comfortable place for weyrfolk to sit, talk, and keep a nosy eye out for who's going where. Colorful, seasonal tapestries add warmth to the smooth walls and reduce echoes, while large niches house clusters of chairs, and a waist-high stone shelf along one wall provides a perch for drinks or work for residents on the go. Worn brass hooks often hold jackets or other outerwear with workboots stationed beneath, the transitory nature of the cavern lending itself to being treated as a sort of communal foyer where snowy or muddy gear can be kept outside of living quarters. Smaller, higher niches at regular intervals hold glowbaskets kept fresh during the daytime and allowed to dim somewhat at night. The largest tunnels lead to the main living cavern, to the bowl and to the Weyr entrance, but it's still easy for the uninitiated to get lost within this maze.
At seven and not quite a half, Yvalia, too, is helpful to her mother though she has only one charge. One of her hands is in little toddling Tahvra's and with a one and a half turn old setting the pace, it's been a leisurely walk from the craft complex, even with Tavi being carried for parts of the journey. Surely Miska would not approve of this kind of lifting, but Tayte will not deny her youngest this, especially on so long a walk. Tahvra is all smiles, quickly distracted by the chaos and swept up in it by one of the nannies after a kiss to her forehead from her mother. Yvalia gets one too before she's off and Tayte angles to intercept Leova, who is the real reason the blonde is doing her own dropping off today. "Leova, can you spare some moments?" Her alto is raised only enough to be heard, manner downright grave by comparison to the other times the women have spoken, largely in passing. "Hm?" A half-turn, a look that does nothing to ease the fine line between the older woman's brows, these lead into a silent moment in which her gaze stays quite focused. "Yes," Leova decides, stepping out of the main thoroughfare. "What's going on, Tayte?" The look-round Tayte gives all the chaos beside them as she follows the older woman is decidedly one which seeks the ears in the walls. "Might we find somewhere a little more private? I'd rather not be overheard." "That's fine. Your quarters?" Leova's also shorter, but now that the children are safely transferred, she carries herself with the sort of grounded composure that leads others to wait or walk around them. Once they pick a destination, she'll automatically move to the opposite side of Tayte from the wall, a walking bulwark.
The peculiar shape of this room suggests that it was unintentionally expanded, cement holding the ceiling together towards the peculiarly shaped alcove build into the back corner. It's larger than most personal quarters as a result, and though the uneven walls mean nothing sits flush, there's plenty of room for more than the usual amount of furniture. The larger lobe of the lopsided kidney shape that the room has might be considered a studio room. A large bed is tucked into the roundest part of the alcove, though there's a gap behind where the straight headboard does not meet the wall. It's piled high with furs and pillows. In this curve there's also a wardrobe, a dresser, and nightstands. Hooks extending from the ceiling over the dresser have been rigged with two layered chain-link that holds a number of bottles of alcohol of different varieties. The highest drawer in the dresser which is bizarrely the largest locks with a key. Opposite it, closer to the door, is a hearth that's had a throw rug and loveseat set in front of it, along with a few low tables. A set of shelves and a small desk sit opposite the curve of the smaller end of the room. Around the curve and into the little lobe, one finds a great change. There's color everywhere instead of the muted things in the front half. Scarves and streamers hang from little hooks installed in the ceiling, their lengths varying, and a crib is set up in the middle with two small boxes that have toys poking out of their not-quite-shut lids. There's a tall table stocked with all the tools a mother needs (well, those that are safe to be at toddler height) and a small dresser and wardrobe. The furniture is all hand-me-downs but in decent enough condition to make the occupants comfortable.
"Why?" Simply. Perhaps Leova should know, but she's been busy. Tayte must have known she would be asked, but she still needs to draw a deep, brave breath before she says. "Pregnancies. I miscarried the first, and another since. I'm with child again and I've been advised to modified bed rest for the duration. The healer seemed especially concerned for my work in Snowasis since it's so much standing and moving and occasionally lifting. I've spoke to Weyrvintner Saelin and am tendering my resignation to the Craft on the first of the month as I cannot afford another hiatus there and the risks facing this child are already too great." Her voice stays calm, but her knuckles whiten around her mug. Leova listens to the woman, steadily. She doesn't so much as distract herself a swallow's worth of klah from the mug in her hands, though her gaze does for a moment consider Tayte's midsection. "I'd say I didn't know a body could resign," she says finally. "You know too much, hm? Except Anvori's own mother did it. I'd hope they'd give you a leave of absence at least. But. First, Tayte." Amber eyes, yellow amber, rest on the other woman. "Congratulations, above all else." "Thank you." Tayte answers quietly. "I've only just found out and haven't made it known, yet. There is some complication with the parentage and I would prefer to keep things quiet as much as possible until telling won't be necessary." At some point, she will show. "I think it's fairly rare that one does, but I've always preferred bartending to the craft. And... Well, my last hiatus had me back at the Hall assisting my master and I made some," her cheeks tinge with embarrassed color, "political missteps, shall we say. Combine that with my research here not yielding positive results and... well, Saelin isn't unkind, but she did not argue against my decision." Leova nods, a short and less-than-comfortable inclination of her head: it happens. It's not unfamiliar. Madilla's not here with her easy, expressive sympathy for anyone and maybe everyone. Leova makes do. "I'd been on that, the bed rest and then not just part bed rest, with the twins." That was an awful time, something subtle about her tone implies. She had Vrianth, of course, both help and hindrance. "Reckon if you tell my man what you just told me, like you just told me, he'll do what he can. Won't say it's easy to replace you, mind, even for a Turn. Might be hard not to imagine all the things as can go wrong. Remember back to how he's been these Turns, though. Got to think it'll turn 'round right. And this Weyr takes care of its own." Tayte didn't come to Leova for sympathy, but for the advice she's just dispensed. The blonde's nod is firm. "Anything I can bring him in hopes that we'll start things off in a good mood?" It's not a bribe, of course, but maybe a peace offering is what she's seeking. Leova deliberates for a moment, then shakes her head. She's barely into it, though, when she stops and there's that one-cornered smile for the first time. "Mostly, catch him at a good time. Not too early, not too late, not too busy, hm?" As though she expects Tayte to be aware of what's when, as though the reminder might not even be needed. "And a good sandwich never goes awry." There's another head nod to acknowledge this bit of advice. "Any particular fine spirit I can bring him a bottle of to take home?" Or put under the counter, depending on Anvori's proclivities. Tayte gives a glance over to her dresser, "I've a collection of rare bottles and I wouldn't mind parting with one even on just the chance that things will remain well between us and I'll be able to resume my duties once the child is born." She at least sounds determined about the last. No quaver to be heard in her alto despite her past misfortunes. "You might well know better than I," Leova isn't loath to admit, before she lists what she does know. Afterward, she considers a careful moment before asking, "Spotting?" There's a swallow from the soon to be former vintner and a solemn nod. "The healer tells me what I mistook for odd light cycles the last two months has been spotting. But the baby is still--" There. Tayte looks down at her mug. "The last miscarriage was at the start of the turn. Things hadn't been right since then." With her cycles. So perhaps Leova can see how she would make such a mistake. She can. She nods. "I had it with Veylin and Varian," not just 'the twins,' "too. Midway, or thereabouts." Another careful moment passes. Leova says then, "Marysia and Giverne, they were a great help. Don't know if you know them? Don't know how busy they are these days, but I'll ask them to look in on you. 'Less you'd rather stay private." "No. It will have to become known at some point and with two daughters, I will need help. K'del is supportive, of course, but busy," Weyrleaders, really! "and it's not his concern directly." Or his. Tayte shifts her mug a little in her hands. "I'm not acquainted with Marysia and Giverne, but I would be much obliged to you for asking. I hope modified bed rest will be all that is necessary." Her eyes linger on Leova's face, a silent mark of kinship for their shared experiences, quiet appreciation there for the greenrider's candor. "Not surprised." Leova drinks her klah as Tayte continues, slow swallows rather than discreet sips. "Will talk to them this afternoon. Are you... looking at having your daughters join those in the nursery for the evenings?" The thought has Tayte looking briefly pained. "They have spent some time there in the evenings when I had night shifts, but--" That's different. "I'd prefer not, as much as possible. I'm sure their fathers would feel the same." Not that it's a bad thing, of course. Just not what she would want for them. "My girls bring me more joy than stress, though it's hard to explain to Tavi that I shouldn't pick her up." There's a look of regret for that. "It's important to Anvori too. He's also," Leova hitches a shoulder, "the one who can make that happen. A weyr's not safe, leastways mine isn't." Anvori also doesn't have Vrianth in his head. Speaking of, "Aught more I can do for you today?" There's another nod for the first, and an involuntary short intake of breath for the second sentence. A smaller nod shows she's understood the meaning. Then finally Tayte shakes her head, "No, thank you, Leova. You've already been very kind with your help. I truly appreciate it." She won't keep the greenrider, but will move to rise to show her to the door and turn the key in the lock. The inclination of Leova's head is somehow grave. Then she's standing, moving, wishing Tayte and her family well as she departs. If she hears the lock's click from the other side, it's no reason not to keep on going. |
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