Logs:Multiple Invitations
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| RL Date: 20 July, 2013 |
| Who: Ali, Cadejoth, Isyath, K'del |
| Type: Log |
| What: Isyath invites Cadejoth to join her. Their riders take a step. |
| Where: Ali's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 4, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, Nakasha/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
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| A flicker of a touch, a lightness of delight in the sprinkling of stars that she can't help but share with a certain High Reaches bronze. The winds, in her mind, are rougher- more demanding, less /leisurely/ than she's used to, but it is still her place, her Weyr, and she is joyful in her ability to fly as ever. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) Ah. Cadejoth's pleased, as ever, to find Isyath enjoying her place in the skies; it's as it should be, and if things are as they should be... Of course, he can't miss the demanding nature of those winds, but he's confident in her ability to navigate them, just as he navigates his own, so far across the continent. It's colder, up north, and wet. But how could it be anything less than pleasant? (To Isyath from Cadejoth) Wet? No, that won't do. It is lovely here, so in Isyath's mind, the rain simply vanishes for him, too. Perhaps they should race each other? Race each other /to/ somewhere? Except... no. The thought comes and vanishes almost as soon as it's thought, chased by the thought of a pale queen and rider and a tiny, squawling baby. The last she doesn't care about so much, but /Ali/ does. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) No wet? Well - that is better, isn't it? Cadejoth's pleased by this change in his fortunes (nevermind the real rain that is steadily dripping down his shoulders, of course), and eager for this ra-- but she's been distracted, that (very delightful) idea chased away. And this new one, this one he recognises. Sort of. « Is your rider going to have a hatchling? K'del will be pleased for her! I'll tell him. » (To Isyath from Cadejoth) The sprinkle of stars is a delighted equivalent of laughter. « No. Though she wishes very strongly for one. She looks after Elaruth and Bijedth's hatchling. It makes her happy and sad at the same time. » Which, clearly, the Fortian queen does not comprehend, and thus tends to dislike. « It cries a great deal. I do not know why she likes it. » (To Cadejoth from Isyath) It's been a long time since there have been screaming hatchlings in Cadejoth's life, but it's an easy enough memory to extract - and thus, sage wisdom. Or, at least, as sage as Cadejoth gets (not very). « K'del likes them too, » he sympathises. « He was sad when he didn't have them, and happier, when he did. And now they're all grown up, but not really, and sometimes that makes him sad, too. But if it makes them happy... » (To Isyath from Cadejoth) « Hatchlings do not make /me/ happy. They are so /loud/ next door, and- » The memory of the sands is a distant one, sharper now with Ali's help, but doing so too, draws the conversation's presence to her rider's attention, it seems, given the bright red shade of mortification that briefly pulses through the queen's thoughts. Not /hers/ of course- as if Isyath would ever be mortified: no, the queen's own tones are more of the 'great, now she's yelling' eye-rolling variety. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) To Isyath, Cadejoth would offer a counterpoint of 'but it's nice when they're happy', or something along those lines, but Ali's passed on reactions makes his chains twist and jingle, amusement and apology all wrapped up into one. « She shouldn't yell, » is his thought on that subject. « It's all perfectly natural, isn't it? She goes up, someone catches, and then there are hatchlings. » Granted, he knows it's not like that for riders (he has a lot of experience in this area), but... still! « I think she is upset that I am talking to you about it. » Which, frankly, Isyath doesn't understand any more than her rider's reaction to hatchlings. « I bet /she/ would not like being made to wait on the sands so long. /She/ wants to leave the Weyr right now but we cannot. » The jangling of chains is enough to distract her momentarily from that train of thought, however. « She would like me to apologize to yours. And to congratulate him. » Neither sentiment is entirely understood by the queen; at least not the context of either, but she passes it on dutifully all the same. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) « But why? » Cadejoth doesn't understand this any more than Isyath does, and it rattles his chains all over again. « I'm only going to tell K'del, » already has, presumably, « And he is her friend. » Riders. So strange! « He says... » There's a sense of his rider's voice, now. « there's-nothing-to-apologise-about-honestly-Ali-and-thank-you. Also-we-should-catch-up-at-some-point-when-you're-not-busy. » (To Isyath from Cadejoth) « It is one of those complex human things, I expect. » Isyath just finds it baffling, in a way that doesn't incline her to pursue the reasons why. She's just not that into-rested. A slight pause, where maybe she's passing it on; maybe not: the Fortian queen is, after all, fickle. « You should come now, and join me. I fly low over the Weyr so everyone can see me. Ali says it is important. The winds are more choppy, and I frightened the watchdragon on the star stones once earlier by nearly brushing the ledge there. » /She/ sounds pleased with that, if the brightening of sprinkled stars is anything to go by. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) To Isyath, Cadejoth is frankly delighted by her story of frightening the watchrider-- and eager to join her, too. And yet it must be K'del who wonders, « Will it spoil the effect, if you are seen flying with me? » A foreign bronze. This foreign bronze. « We could come. I don't see why we shouldn't. You're not about to rise or anything, so we wouldn't get into trouble. » « What would we get into trouble for? » Isyath's fairly baffled by the notion; and just as likely does /not/ query her rider on that score, since it isn't further cleared up. « Many dragons fly with me throughout the day. Though they all eventually give up. » A sense of satisfaction soon follows; she's pleased with the idea that she's the one everpresent in the skies. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) This can... only go well, right? RIGHT? Cadejoth, certainly, is pleased. It's impossible to know what he's said to his rider to convince him (probably something about 'Isyath says it's all right!'), but whatever it is, it seems to work. Because: « Then we will visit. We'll see you soon! » He will not give up. (To Isyath from Cadejoth) RIGHT! /Isyath/ seems pleased, her stars shifting to a steady tremor of anticipation. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) While Isyath's circling overhead doesn't cease, there's a flutter in the soothing warmth that spills out from the starry queen's thoughts: a sense of anticipation, a brief ripple that passes by. (To Fort dragons from Isyath) Abruptly, there's a new dragon in the skies above Fort Weyr - pale, bone bronze Cadejoth, who announces his presence with a merry rumble, and a mental shaking of rattling, jangling chains - both greeting and acknowledgement, and more than a little directed in Isyath's direction. Indeed, it's towards her ledge that he descends. Evidently, he's expected. (To local dragons from Cadejoth) To local dragons, Isyath's delighted warmth greets the foreign bronze's arrival, a tip of her wings taking her circling path to escort Cadejoth's for the short glide towards her ledge. /She/ doesn't land, however: turning at the last moment to circle away and take up her circuitous path in the skies above Fort once more, starry delight evident all the same. It's been a clear spring day here at Fort, and the weather rather pleasant. Even so, there's a hearth burning low in Ali's weyr, just enough to keep the chill off. This is more than likely due to the cradle that's set up nearby, although it's empty: Ali's seated on the couch, the Weyrleader's boy cradled in the crook of her arm, humming to herself. There's hidework spread out all over the table, some piles bigger than others, the work self-evidentally being put off in favor of the new arrival. (The baby, not K'del. Though likely him as well!) Cadejoth lingers on the ledge only long enough to deposit his rider and his straps-- then, he's shooting off towards the skies again, evidently intending to become a fixture in them alongside the Fortian queen. K'del shakes water from his hair and from his jacket, and then steps inside. Quietly. Very quietly. Though: he definitely seems to believe he's expected. A smile curves around his expression at the sight of Ali and the baby; a breath follows, an exhale that might just be audible from Ali's position. Having deposited his rider, Cadejoth shoots back up into the sky. Evidently, he's intending to become a fixture here alongside Isyath. Such fun! (To local dragons from Cadejoth) The junior is- relaxed. /Content/, is a better word- green eyes fixated on the child's face and content just to /watch/. The faint breath of exhale is audible, and it makes her head lift sharply- a moment of confusion, then surprise, then delight. She doesn't ask /why/- the answer's obvious in Isyath's glowing delight, and it makes Ali's lips twist, ruefully. "Somehow, Issy always manages to get what she wants," the woman sounds faintly envious, though it's brief. "I'm glad you're here- I don't want to disturb him yet- the nanny'll be by shortly to take him back to N'muir. There's some klah, if you want it-?" K'del's brows draw in, abruptly, and then he exhales an awkward little laugh. "Cadejoth implied it was all fine, and you--" He breaks off, shaking his head. "As long as you're glad, and I'm not intruding. Love some klah. High Reaches' wet and chilly, still." And the trip can't possibly have helped anything. With Ali's arms full, he helps himself to the klah, blowing on his mug quietly as he steps closer to the couch so that he can lean in and get a better look. "They're so tiny," he murmurs. "Gets me every time. You forget." To local dragons, Isyath's delighted with /any/ company on her speedy circling of the Weyr's skies; that it's Cadejoth and she gets to show him the little intracacies, the shifting winds, and the close calls of her home makes it moreso. "I'm glad," Ali's quick to assure him, with a brief grin that speaks of Turns of getting used to her dragon's precociousness, "And it's likely more Issy's fault that Cadejoth's." The difficult part is, now, does she play the good hostess and satisfy her curiosity by watching K'del and making sure he can find everything, or stare some more at the tiny, adorable baby? Well- there's a /brief/ look and once the junior's sure the Reachian's found the pot, her gaze is drawn back to the wrapped bundle in her arms. "He's grown /fast/ in the last seven," she says, "But he's still so small." There's a wealth of emotion in her voice; envy and delight and wistfulness and protectiveness all bundled together. She does, at least, slant a glance upwards at K'del as he nears: "You have- two? Three?" It doesn't seem to bother K'del, that Ali's attention is elsewhere - likely, he can't blame her, given the way he watches the baby once he's near enough to do so. "Tw-- well. That's a complicated question, these days," he admits. "The two boys, and it turns out I fathered a baby with my sister's weyrmate, at Benden, turns ago, but I'm not allowed to claim her." Which obviously... bothers him, even if he's trying to sound light about it. "And I've adopted a friend's little girl. You look good with him. Natural." Clearly, Ali didn't expect anything other than a straightforward answer; the one that K'del does give surprises her enough to draw her attention away from the baby, chewing her lower lip. "I didn't- I'm so sorry to hear that." The very /notion/ is baffling, not to mention that it's his sister's weyrmate. It makes her go quiet, no doubt trying to process it. "At least she's- she'll have parents that love her. But-" she shakes her head; staring at the child again soothes her mood, and his compliment makes her smile. "I looked after my siblings after my- my mother passed. I always wanted plenty of children, myself." There's a noise at the ledge, and the nanny tentatively pokes her head in, only venturing in when Ali waves her inside. K'del's expression turns rueful for Ali's reaction, but his nod is steady enough. More sympathetic is the twist of his mouth, after that, but he's saved from having to answer immediately by the arrival of the nanny - who earns a quick and cheerful smile. To Ali, as the nanny makes her way towards them, "No reason why you can't have them, even now. If your Weyrwoman can manage it, why not you? Plenty of time, yet." There's plenty of fussing - and a hint of reluctance on Ali's part to give up the babe - before they get him settled into that cradle and bundled up. The nanny's obvious curious about K'del's presence, noting his knot with a flicker of surprise, but she retreats with the baby soon after. Unconsciously pressing hands against her chest as she watches the nanny head out, the dark-haired woman only belatedly seems to register K'del's comment. "I-" a long pause, "I wouldn't want to do it alone. My father struggled, and it was hard- my youngest siblings not even remembering who our mother was." After an awkward pause, she reseats herself down on the couch, pressing a hand against the seat next to her in silent invitation. "I'm glad you came by, K'del. I've /wanted/ to visit, but-" she grimaces. K'del offers neither explanations nor introductions to the nanny, but seems content to smile impassively, and sip from his mug as he waits for the pair to depart. It's afterwards, as he accepts Ali's invitation and sits, his mug resting on one knee, supported by his hand, that he gives the goldrider a more thoughtful glance. "But you can't," he concludes. "No, of course you can't, things as they are. I'm-- so sorry, about what happened." It's obvious he hasn't missed her answer to his earlier comment, given his study of her, but he makes no response to it - not yet. "/He/ wasn't even supposed to be on the sands." That being, presumably, the weyrling that was lost. There's a huge amount of emotion behind the words, a mixture of anger and helplessness and sorrow, all together. Enough time has passed that Ali doesn't cry, although there's a long low breath exhaled as if to steel herself. "I heard- about you- Weyrsecond." This makes the dark-haired woman smile, if briefly. "I'm glad. I know you liked having the freedom, but I think- I bet you missed it." It makes one of K'del's hands reach out, aiming to take Ali's in his, and to squeeze it, a gesture of sorrow, understanding, and comfort. "I'm so sorry," he repeats, though the cadence of his words suggest he knows how little he can offer in any words he comes up with. Of his promotion: "I did. And it... it feels good, having a hand in things. Getting to help fix things, even for a little while. Chances are, I'll be replaced, if I'm not Weyrleader again, but... even to have it a little while, it's good. It helps. How are you holding up? Must be a lot of pressure on you, at the moment." It makes Ali smile, that squeeze of fingers, and she looks at him as she returns the gesture. "I'm glad, for you. I haven't much much about Sisha, but I imagine Azaylia wouldn't have picked her unless she was good for the Weyr." She's silent, a long moment, chewing her lower lip thoughtfully. "Selfishly," she admits, quiet enough that he might have to lean to catch the last mumbled words, "I kind of hope you don't become Weyrleader again." There's a smile at the end, though, and she shifts, moving to lean her shoulder against K'del's, though she doesn't release his hand. "I'm- it's okay. I'm more worried about Hattie, but there's nothing I can do. E'dre is- he's doing well. We're trying to help each other as best we can." Her praise for her fellow acting Weyrleader is not deliberately tentative; she seems distracted. "Sisha was my Wingsecond, when I was Weyrleader. She's good people," confirms K'del, though saying that comes rather second fiddle to the rest of the conversation. He must have caught her mumbled words, because he grins, nudging his shoulder against hers even as he's settling in, comfortable with her leaning there. "You want to keep me for yourself, see how it is." But there's that more serious topic, and: "Good. Good. Hopefully Hattie'll be back on her feet, soon, and you'll be able to rela-- everything all right there, Ali?" There's those teasing words, and it earns a rueful, sidelong look - and no particular denial from the Fortian woman, even if there's a slight touch of color to Ali's cheeks. "Don't let it go to your head. I'd just never hear the end of it if Cadejoth didn't come for Isyath next time she rose." Sure. Still, there's a sense of her relaxing against him, silent and thoughtful. "The Weyrwoman /will/ get better," she says, after a beat, with a kind of forcefulness akin to Isyath's expectation of being heeded. It's the latter that makes her fluster the most, embarrassed: "I just- thought I could hear him crying, for a moment. Silly." Quietly, "As long as we're not Weyrleader, we'll be there," promises K'del, who evidently elects not to specify that it's all about Isyath, of course, even if the glance he aims Ali is fond. Her fluster has him pause, as if he, too, is listening for that cry - though plainly, he fails to hear it. "Not so silly. Pretty sure it's natural, keeping out an ear like that, once you're close to a baby. Especially-- well, you're a natural mother." Which leaves him silent, his teeth running over his lower lip. Ali's fingers brush against the back of his hand, her gratitude silent but noticeable in the secret smile that follows his words. It falters, somewhat, at his words, and she chews her lower lip for a moment, before she twists enough that she can see his expression. "Would you- have more, if you could?" The question half surprises K'del - half, because surely it's a perfectly reasonable continuation of the thread of conversation, but equally surely... he hadn't expected it, even so. He leans forward, setting his mug onto the more stable surface of the floor, then turns his gaze onto Ali. "In a heartbeat," he admits. "I love kids. Always wanted my kids to have the some kind of experience I did, too: lots of siblings." "You've got a lot, too," Ali says, the warmth of her gaze suggesting a sudden reminiscence and interest. "I'd love to meet your family sometime. They're- up in Tillek way, right? Are they a lot like you? Different?" "Eight," confirms K'del. "Lost count of how many nieces and nephews I have at this point-- couple of them are nearly Search age, and there are some definite wistful gazes being sent in my direction." Which only makes him grin, an expression that briefly makes him look a decade younger: very almost cheeky. "I'll bring you along, sometime. Once you can leave the Weyr again. They're - Tillek, right. Vary dramatically. We've all done different things with ourselves, our lives, but we're family, and it's just nice. Comfortable." There's a certain brightness in his gaze when he talks about them - it's immediately obvious how much he cares. "I only have five siblings, and a nephew so far. My eldest brother's just married though; they're expecting their first soon." Ali's both excited and envious at once, and it's K'del's comment of his nieces and nephews being of search age that makes her straighten. "Will you let them come?" she asks, interested. "My- one of my sisters wanted to stand for Issy's last, but I- I told her no." While she doesn't sound regretful, the faint grimace suggests the answer didn't go down terribly well. "I miss that," she says, when he talks of /family/. "I try to visit when I can- and it's- sometimes I feel awkward, then Yaret will say something stupid and we'll start to bicker and then laugh and-" a breath is released. "I miss having my brothers around." K'del's smile broadens. "Congratulations. Nieces and nephews are good fun. I - don't know what I'll say. It really depends. It's complicated, and I don't want to get into my sister-in-law's bad books. But if there's potential..." His shrug is even. "It was hard, at first. When I was Weyrleader. When - it's gotten easier, now that we're all more settled. I'm always glad to go back, and my boys, too. If you do come with me at some point, I warn you, they'll all assume you're my girlfriend, and want to know all our plans." "I went with- such a small clutch, with a small dosing of definitely no gold- even if I wasn't sure on that score." Ali looks- at least momentarily- guilty for the lie. "It's for the best, I think. She'd- her being here would make things hard for me. Maybe I can- maybe next High Reaches clutch-?" she half tips her head at K'del, though she doesn't finish voicing the question. His latter comment, about his families' assumptions seems to bother her a lot less than one might suspect. In fact, there's something lightly impish as she says, "Oh. Well, I /could/ tell them I'm planning to kidnap you away to a desert island and this will be your last visit." The lie doesn't seem to perturb K'del, whose nods is amiable enough - and anyway, he's quick to add, "If you'd like, I'd be happy to search her away to High Reaches for you, next clutch. Things should be more settled our way, by then, and it's... easier. None of the candidate/junior weyrwoman conflict." The impishness of her last remark has him laughing outright, his fingers squeezing at hers. "They'd probably be delighted. Settling down, recovered from my grief-- it'd be funny." Ali's expression is definitely one of immediate relief. "That'd be- if she asks again, that'd be good. I'd appreciate it. I mean, Hariya- in a few more Turns she won't be able to stand, and if I kept refusing her, I'm sure she'd always blame me." His laugh brings out hers, too: green eyes are warm as she says, "Even if I kept you all to myself? No- I wouldn't do that. Family's too important." She can't keep up the mock-selfishness for overly long, shoulders dropping. It's his latter comment, even if spoken lightly, that dims some of the humor, earning him a steady, searching look from the goldrider. She's- there's a hesitation, but she's too polite to ask aloud, and so it's just kind of an awkward moment where she's looking intently at him, concern in her expression. A nod answers and confirms the earlier part of Ali's words, but he's distracted from making comment by that intent look - which sets his mouth slightly, and has him exhaling once before he answers. "I'm not grieving like that now, Ali, if that's what you're asking. Not saying I wasn't screwed up for a long time, but - not now. It's been two turns, and I'm better. Moving on. It's just that my family doesn't see me as often to know that... and as long as I'm not with someone, they'll assume it's because of Iolene. I'm fine." Ali swallows briefly, but after a long, silent moment, she nods, accepting of his assurances. Her gaze drops to their twined fingers, and then: "Did you- can you spare the time to stay? Have dinner with me. If not tonight, another night- I can make something. Do you like spiced meat? Mulled wine?" "Not sure I can drag Cadejoth away, at this point," says K'del, with a smile. "I'd love to stay, if you can spare the time. Like all of these things." He, too, has dropped his gaze to their hands, but it lifts again, now: lifts, to look at her, hesitatingly. And then: "And you know that... that you can ask anything of me. Right? If there comes a time when you want to. Even if it's just asking me to dinner... again, I mean." It's kind of a lame way of saving something that could easily turn awkward. Ali laughs fondly, and her gaze goes distant, listening to Isyath. /She's/ thrilled that Cadejoth is here, swooping around the Weyr, circling the star stones, the bowl falls and over the collapsed weyrling barracks with nothing but starry joy. The warmth fills her rider's gaze as she refocuses. "I'll make the time." Just the faintest emphasis, easy enough to miss. Speaking of awkward, there's a long, uncertain pause after K'del's offer. "I- I like you, I think you know that. I cherish our friendship. I don't want to lose that." She uses her fingers to turn one of his hands palm up, fingers brushing over it as if seeking distraction, just the slightest peek at his expression. "But maybe, if you want, you can stay after dinner, and we can- talk." Cadejoth's joy is no less present, the kind that is probably rattling in the back of his poor rider's mind - but then, he must be used to that. K'del sucks in a breath during that uncertain pause, a breath that gets held, uncomfortably, until after Ali has finished speaking. He lets his hand lay flat, there for her exploration, as he says, "Like you, too. Don't want to lose... any of this. Ever. And it's-- it's just an option. Not time dependent or... or anything. But: dinner, yes. We can talk later." Something in what he says makes Ali, unaccountably, smile with a sudden warmth, her gaze flickering up to fully settle on his. She's got control of his hand, and so when she stands, it's to lift it with the intention of tugging K'del upwards to join her. There's a glance for the hides; something guilty. But they can be seen to later. Right now, she's leading him not over towards the hearth, but past it, towards the inner weyr. It's obvious K'del's not sure what it is he's said that's made Ali smile so - but perhaps he doesn't need to, because even without it, he returns the smile unhesitatingly. He's easily drawn to his feet, and manages to step past his abandoned (and mostly empty) mug rather than on or into it. He glances at the hearth, once, as they pass it, but for the most part, his gaze is on Ali, and on where she's leading him. Even without speaking, for once Ali's making her intentions pretty clear- she leads him directly to the bed, sitting down on the edge, tugging him down with her. "We can talk later," she echoes, pretty clearly, leaning in to seek out his lips with hers. Well. Okay then! By the time they get there, K'del's not surprised, but he's almost certainly impressed, even if those emotions are coming rather second place (or worse) to more interesting things. Like... well. Putting his arm around her. Returning that kiss. And so on. Eventually... later comes. The hearth has mostly burned down, and there's a slight chill of spring evening that makes the bed ultra warm, and makes Ali hunch down under the furs, her back pressed against him for warmth. "Might be a bit late with dinner," she's murmuring, half sleepily, making no move to leave. K'del's got both arms snugly around Ali, and he is clearly no more inclined to move than she is. Warm is good. Warm bodies in a warm bed in a cold weyr is even better. "Not sure I'm all that hungry," he says, with a low laugh. "We could just stay here." There's a faint noise that /might/ be a rumbling of stomach, but, "Neither am I," Ali lies, at least half-decently. And probably only that because he can't see her expression. A slight pause, and, "Are you okay?" With this, she probably means. The low breath that escapes K'del falls short of a laugh; it's a very contented sound, really. "I'm fine," he promises. "Pretty sure the friendship is still in tact, far as I can see. But - what about you? Not going to run away on me?" Even if this is her bed and her weyr. "Noooo. Too cold for that." There's a lightness and humor to Ali's voice as she says that, and she twists her head to try and catch sight of K'del's expression. "And it was- that was- good. Not just good, I mean-" clearly, she's not very experienced at this part of things. "I'm glad we did it." Her remark makes K'del laugh; when she twists her head around, he's grinning. "So am I," he agrees, bypassing her awkwardness to cut to the point. "Cadejoth, by the way, is very smug. Think he's decided to take partial credit." /That/ makes Ali go silent, and the distance in her gaze suggests she's seeking Isyath's opinion, too. The flush of color that follows gives hint as to the response. "I hope they don't let everyone know." That idea is far more mortifying than her dragon being smug about the /finally/ part of it, and: "The weyrlings next door." She starts to sit up, listening as if they might be able to hear laughter- the walls are far too thick for that, but the dragons are a different matter. K'del's mouth opens, but whatever he was going to say gets lost - he aims to try and tug Ali backwards into the pillows again saying, "It'll be fine. Not like people don't do this all the time, right? And just because she's smug, doesn't mean she's sharing." "But it's /Issy/." Like they're synonymous, but still- Ali lets K'del tug her back down, pressing into his warmth. She gives a faint yawn, then, "Ten more minutes. Then food." If she doesn't fall asleep first. "Shh," says K'del. It's... okay, not an order. But it's warm here, and-- "Ten more minutes," he agrees. But sleep... sleep is a distinct possibility, hunger or no hunger. |
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