Lives in Logs - Parents day out?

 Logfile from Taini.  Tai goes to settle in a warm spot with her son, and is surrounded by other parents.  And relatives. 

Outside heavy clouds hide the spectacular show of color as the sun sets, leaving only pervasive grey, blustery winds, and walls of snow that spins and whirls with each gust. Hiding away from this is N'tan, lounging across a trio of tiers while he watches his son roam back and forth against the rail, counting eggs and talking to the dragon parents as if they might actually listen to him. Atop Nataquin's head is a white hat, much like his father's, with a wider brim and a black band. The brownrider's black felt fedora glistens with tiny beads of moisture as snowflakes melt.

Taini steps up into one of the warmest places in the weyr, and gazes down at the eggs, not seeing the rider and his son for a moment. She does hear Taq, but doesn't make anything of it for a long moment. She settles down into a seat at the front, pulling her son out of his sling. It's only shortly after she's done this that she sees who is making all the noise and tracks his path back toward his father. She nods at both of them. "Hello. Are you feeling better?" She asks, politely, pulling Tarik up to her shoulder deftly.

Preceding Emilia's bent over climb of the galleries steps are the high nonsensical sounds and babbling words of a toddler, squealing in excitement as she clings to both of Mom's hands and manages one step at a time with some lifting assistance. "Allyoop up you go," is announced for each step and these get most of the giggles which are echoed by the softer laugh from looming mother. It's a tough haul up, but they manage it to the middle of the rise before the woman straightens, daughter's hands shifted to find balance in her skirt while Emilia looks around. A toss of wild curls back, reveals her hazel gaze, sweeping to acknowledge the occupants. The weyrwoman is noted, "Tini.. I mean Taini." One must make an effort to get that straight one of these days and then a more guarded acknowledgment of the rider and son, brighter for one then the other. "Hello Nataquin." A half hesitation, "Benden."

The news Taini foisted on N'tan last time they met knocked her back down several pegs, but didn't drop her entirely to the bottom, so the man's response is a mild, "I'm fine," which has become his patent answer to this question so it comes off rather automatic. Nataquin glances over his shoulder and sees the baby and yells, "Hi Ta -k!" laughing at himself for the cleverness. Then he sees Emilia with a baby and his features crumple like a brown paper bag. Where'd that come from? Before she speaks the boy pads over to his father and nudges, pointing toward the curly-haired women. Tapping the hat back, N'tan curls around to look behind him and nods to Emilia, gaze dropping to the baby with the blandest of interests. His son limply responds to the greeting, "Emilia," nose still screwed up with distorted distaste.

Madri strides in, her gate steady buy in no real rush. It's been another busy day for the Weyrlingmaster, wounds still prevalent among her ground are on the mend and she's been off frequently to Ista Hold where her one 'ling still remains. To that thought a dark shadow flutters across her face... they will survive, but whether they ever rise to fight Thread again is an entirely different question. She tosses a glance over the eggs, more for taking stock value than truly appreciating the beauty of each. After that, the woman will draw herself slowly up the stairs glancing and preferring a more quiet, solitary section. She's got hides, reports and work to do and present company as her rethinking her choice of locations.

"Emilia." Taini smiles, chuckling softly at the sounds Gema makes as she hops up the stairs. "Look, Tarik, there's Emilia, and her daughter..." Who has gotten big. She grins. "She's grown a lot since the last time I saw her." Which isn't saying a lot considering the last time she saw her was at her hatching feast and she was tiny then. "Okay." She nods, accepting the words for the moment, though her expression shows she might not be absolutely certain he's telling the truth. "And there's Taq, who's name is like yours, and there's his dad." She grins. "And there's your Auntie Madri." She chuckles. Tarik gurgles, at the sound of his mother's laugh.

"Scintillating conversationalist isn't he," is Emilia's soft snorting albeit rather vocal aside to Taini, her brow arching back at the rider. Her ire rising just a little, though she'll smile at the boy, "How's that dragon of yours Nataquin? Feed it anymore cookies?" The child at her skirts demands attention and squeals 'Poopa' which is quickly denied with a whisper as she bends to lift her. She'll distract her by orientating her towards the other, smaller babe of which causes the reaction of wide eyes to stare. Is it a threat? Baby evolutionary instincts can be cruel, inclined to wanting to be the sole and only one to garner the benefit from parent. Leaving the baby to their staring contest, Emilia turns and adds a nod at Madri. Noted, but not met as yet, "Ma,am."

As women and children begin to overwhelm N'tan's perimeter of silence, the once peaceful countenance succumbs to an insipid mask. The brim of his hat is pulled down to shroud eyes as he leans back to overtake a wide range of space across the levels of benches. Then there's Madri and Nataquin combines Emilia's question with a greeting to the weyrlingmaster. "I don't feed the dragon cookies! I feed him herdbeasts and caprine! He doesn't like wherries cause of the stinky feathers. She gave it to me!" A finger stabs toward the giver.

"Oh, yes, feeding the dragon cookies might give him a tummy ache." Taini speaks with authority. No experience, though. Taini sits near the front of the galleries, N'tan in the corner, Taq pacing back and forth. Emilia's just come up and her girl and Tai's boy are having a staring contest. Tarik stuffs his fingers in his mouth, then draws them out with a "Baaabobaa" sound. Already trying to charm the ladies. Maybe his uncle /doesn't/ need to give him lessons. Madri's arms are loaded with work, and she seeks quietude. Probably won't find any here. Emi's comments get a snort, though nothing more. "Look. He's trying to talk to her." Point out the obvious.

Madri is not without her manners, so as such she will cast a tired smile towards Taini and the unfamiliar Emilia. There's a half-hearted nod and before she can finish settling herself into her seat she'll offer Taq a more audible greeting. "Herdbeasts and Caprine? Excellent food for a growing dragon." She'll offer her approval, noting with some appreciation the child's obvious contentment with the toy. N'tan might get a glance, but nothing more as she slips out of her riding coast, pausing to poke a finger at the newest Thread-caused holes and flopping it down on the seat beside her. She'll follow suit a moment or so later.

Duly corrected, Emilia will nod back at Nataquin. "Gotcha, no wherries. I'll remember that should there be any leftovers." Attention will be focused on her daughter for the moment who squirms to get down and thus released, Gema will take tentative steps towards the other baby, fingers firmly stuck in her mouth, suddenly silent and eyes wide to assess this new creature, she toddles forward to come and stand by Taini's knees. Emilia will smile brightly at Madri which will swivel and extend to the arriving R'ish, N'tan being ignored for the moment. She's done her duty getting conversation out of him and any other reaction is not wanting to be found in the public galleries. Shaking her skirts out and undoing her cloak, she finds a seat not far off from either, but within a protective circle of emptiness that she'll keep for the moment. "Gema, play nicely," the warning is offered softly, steely undertones unwillingly there from some other event. "I would be wanting to know if there would be a rider willing to give me a lift back to Ista. I feel I have to offer my condolences to Kezia. We were... friends," or at least found respect in each other's company. "Would anyone know of someone willing or able?"

After eight days bedridden, and her surface stitches recently removed. R'ish didn't bother to ask for /any/ sort of clarification when the healers said that they needed her to try and move around /a little/. In fact.. the 'a little' was totally ignored. Somewhere she's managed to acquire a cane of some sort.. and from the look in her eyes a health dose of extra fellis. Slowly.. oh so slowly she makes her way up the stairs to the gallery. Leaning on her cane and the wall near the stares to get up. Slow slow slow.

Nataquin nods authoritatively at Taini, sharp chin jutting high with arrogance. See? He knows! Emilia's question flicks a switch in the boy's dark eyes and he gives his father a fair shove that nearly rocks him hard enough to topple the man over. "Taq!" is growled in warning, but the point is taken and an offer is flung over a shoulder without a gaze to follow. "I'll take you." Staring straight out onto the field of eggs, N'tan sees nothing of what is going on around him. Charging up the stairs, the child makes for the curly-haired woman, "He said he would take you!" he shouts, just in case she's deaf at distances.

Tahira comes up the stairs, cloak opened and hood tossed back, pink cheeks bright as she comes with a sack in her hand. A crowd seemingly has gathered, or at least the beginnings of one, Hira looking each over carefully as she finds herself a place to sit with her sewing assignments.

Taini nods. "We could..." She begins, just as N'tan offers. "Oh, right, okay. Yeah. I might go, if they have something for him..." Weyr relations and all that. Although, that may be Nomi or Eleni or someone more well-suited to turns of phrase and diplomacy than Tai. Tarik reaches for Gemalia, trying to grab her hair. "No, no, Tarik." Tai pulls his hand back. When Taq shouts, Tarik startles, and inhales, as though ready to scream himself. That scared him! His mother jiggles him up and down lightly, trying to fend off the impending disaster. "Oh, look, Tarik..." Tai tries to direct his attention. "There's Auntie Hira." Sister's nickname passed down to her son with ease.

"I am heading back over that way in a couple candlemarks," replies a rather tired looking Madri, likely at nearly the same time N'tan spews out his offer to Emilia. Mads then turns to watch the slowly approaching R'ish, concern creeping into her reflective gaze as all she can do is heave a sigh. A rather visual reminder of the most recent fall and the fallout it left behind.

R'ish gets to the top of the stairs... and just looks up at the people gathered... and where they're at. Then she looks around .. and continues along the wall. Taking the long way up, but she doesn't really have much of a choice. Wine skin at her hip.. she takes a moments break to lean heavy against the wall again and sip from that laced wine. Nggggggggggh.

Tahira grins towards her sister, nodding faintly, "It is ...Oooh ...Aini ..don't you even try ..." She sees that face on the kidlet and knows that an intervention is being attempted to change his attention away from screaming like a banshee, "..Those little ones only scream louder when I'm near .." She hasn't actually tested this but she'll make it a truth just to have an excuse, "Pretty busy here tonight, something exciting going on?"

Oh joy. Emilia's expression might flicker on whether that's the case, but she's neither about to look a gift runner in the horse or deny her acquiescence in the face of the grave news. She nods down at the boy, "I heard." An eyebrow arching to color her shocked that he spoke. Gema heard too and that's caused her to swing around to look at her mom and seeing a threat hovering there, Taini is abandoned as she makes her own way back. Propriety look being given to Nataquin at best as hands tug at her Mother's skirts. So much for sharing. Emilia reaches out to comfort her daughter while her gaze travels back to N'tan and she nods her thanks, another going to Madri. A wealth of offers there. Turning towards the sands she wonders, "Which egg is your favorite Nataquin? I think I like the pink and red one best, though that dark one is quite broody looking." Harboring a brown or a bronze no doubt, waiting to torment some female in the future. Nodding politely at Tahira's entrance and faint concern for R'ish's rest, she draws her daughter again into her lap. That won't last long.

Puff and Sanqua are hemmed together at the hip upon the rail, heads swiveling back and forth in unison as they transfer their attention from the eggs to the growing gathering of humans, and back, and back again, and on and on... Tennis match anyone? Climbing up and around the bench that Emilia is on, Taq answers, "I like the biggest one, cause it's bronze. I'm going to impress bronze," he assures. 'Broody' is outside of his vocabulary, so the woman is wiped off his map for a moment for confusing him. Instead he makes his way to Madri, dropping down next to her and fixing the weyrlingmaster with a piercing confidence, "We'll take her." N'tan repositions himself, back to the wall, legs stretched out and laced at the ankles so that he can quietly watch the influx, features bland.

Madri will blink at the young lads persistence, but as she is not in the mood to debate much of anything at this point she'll nod. "Just make sure he's got the proper permissions and notifications to his leaders and there shouldn't be a problem." Her gaze then fixates on R'ish and she sighs, "You gonna kill yourself before they even bother to release you?" She points to emphasize the point, "Aren't you supposed to be /resting/?"

Taini grins at her sister. "I wasn't going to make you take him, but I wanted him to see you. What's up?" She eyes the sewing. "I did some of that while I was waiting for him to come." In fact, she was discovered with knitting needles in her hand when she was escorted to the infirmary. "I started knitting again. Hadn't done that since Momma taught us." She shrugs. "Are you sure?" This about the making them scream harder. "You might end up being very comforting." She winks at Emilia slyly, remembering how she herself took Gema at the Hatching Feast. Tarik responds to the gurgling, and only emits an annoyed squeak, directed at N'tan, though the fist waving in the air is closer to Gemalia and Emilia. "Bronze?" Taini nods knowingly. "I can see that." The issues are there already.

R'ish gives up on getting further up the stairs and just crosses over... slowly. Towards Madri. Very slowly. "No..." She'll correct Madri on the whole resting thing as she carefully sits down on the seats a step above Madri's stretching her legs out over the row the woman's sitting on. "They said I should try and move around." hmm the 'a little' is omitted still. "So.. I am." And she's high as a kite. the others around get glances.

"Well, I -could- take him, I just- yeah no. I don't think I'm a very comforting sort of person. As for what's up I'm only doing this because it was on the chore board. Mending." Looking about she nods to the other people here, "This isn't an invitation to send me all your things, but if you have things that need mending ...I'm kind of quick." Kind of. Looking to the boy whom she remembers she grins. Ah yes, he's still on about the bronze.

Gema screamed herself out for the first six months of her life and then his a wall of silence that's only given birth to their own babbles and half formed words recently. Emilia is content with that but will give a wry smile back at Taini's, shoulders jerking in a bit of a chuckle. To her daughter is whispered, "Look. Is that baby going to cry? You smile and make him happy okay? Can you do that? That's Tini's little boy." Time does move quickly. Gema of course denies her mother this and just stares solemn eyed at the baby boy, one hand going to her mother's sleeve, "Mine!" A claim in case anyone is interested and a prelude to the terrible twos hinted towards. Curls dance atop Em's head when she shakes it, smiling brightly at Taini's sister. Is this one as odd as the other? Alright, time to up the perky, her only defense in the face of so many unknowns. Watching R'ish's progress she remarks mildly, "The entire weyr seems to be injured some way or another?" That comment directed to whomever cares to answer. "Are you okay brownrider?" Apart from being high as a kite.

Nataquin listens to Madri, echoing the same blank face his father presently has, and when she finishes, there's but a single nod and he's off. Pushing his way through pairs of people, doing as children will for attention, he comes up and squeezes between Taini and Tahira, nearly falling as his foot catches on the back of the bench. Righting himself just in time, he turns and stares at Tarik. "Can he play yet?" Knowing full well who Emilia is directing the question to, N'tan answers, "Doin well. Thanks for askin'."

R'ish blinks over at Emilia eyes falling on the woman and her child.. and then the rest of those gathered again. "Me?" She looks down at her legs propped up on the bench below her, the cane she's using and then back at Emilia with a small snort of a laugh. An amused expression crosses her features. "Yeah.. I'm perfectly fine." She says. "Never been better." Yeah.. so not the case but.. oh well. "You?"

Madri watches Taq go for a moment before her gaze fixates on some irrelevant piece of space ahead of her, lost in thought for several moments. R'ish will draw her back with that explanation of why she's /here/ when she should be in bed. Mads gets it, she does, but doesn't necessarily agree with it. "Still, there is a difference between moving and climbing stairs with /that/ injury of yours." Another finger point become the expression of her concern, "Besides, the more you push, the longer it takes to heal, the longer I am out one of my key teammates." Speaking of injuries she bothers a moment to glance towards N'tan, noting belatedly, that he's looking vastly improved since she last saw him. A grunt there. The others are regarded once again, her hazel glance finally resting on... "I know the little one here," and Taq is gestured. "Seems anxious to take you, but my offer will stand since I am heading that way. We've plenty of room for extra passengers." That she'll add as an afterthought, perhaps not so wisely.

"I think it's partially because so many riders are out with babies and such." Taini shrugs. "Makes it harder for the rest of them to keep up." She had been dealing with all that for so long that it's the standard excuse. Tarik is enthralled by Gemalia, and gurgles, and coos at her, even when she's claiming him as hers. "Well, technically, he's mine, but you can be his friend." Taini says, chuckling. "Yeah, if you don't take care of yourself, R'ish you can get worse. Really easily." She grins, knowing what she's talking about here. "No, not yet." Taini replies to Taq. "When he gets to be about /her/ age..." Here she points to Gema, "then he can start playing. Maybe she wants to play?" Tai glances among parents and children. Good suggestion? Beginning of a major war?

Speaking of war... Nomi arrives with short, angry steps.

R'ish eyes Madri. "You're not out a teammate." R'ish says. "Just because I'm injured doesn't mean I can't work." She reasons. "Hidework doesn't require much physically. And neither does barking orders at the weyrlings." R'ish smirks one of those incorrigible grins at Madri. "I'm Fine. They want me to move so the wounds on the inside don't heal too stiffly. So.. I have to move!" Though she is over doing it. "Technically I'm just doing what the Healer told me to do." She's good about covering her bases that way. This probably just isn't exactly what the healer had in mind. The Healer said /a little/ R'ish. From the infirmary to the stands and /up/. Counts as a lot more than a little. She looks to Taini and then back to Madri and sighs. But.. But!

Nomi glances at the gathering in the galleries, but her attention soon narrows to find focus on N'tan.

N'tan is in the corner closest to the rail, back to the wall, legs stretched out along the bench. This is for comfort, but as well a maneuver to keep people from sitting near him. Not that anyone in this group wants to. His muddy eyes are drifting closed with the lack of stimulation. Nataquin frowns at Taini, and then at Gema, blanching as boys will do at little girls. "She's a girl," he states, as if that will explain his hesitation to play with her. Aromi didn't do much to change his opinion on the gender. "Girls are weird."

"Not by a long shot Benden. I think you need more time healing. Get your strength back," gets hissed softly back up towards the sullen brownrider. A cryptic comment or a promise that she'll bite her lip against as if to draw the words back. Emilila's attention was focused on the lower one and she arches her eyebrow back at R'ish, "good to hear. You don't look it." Blunt and cheerful about it as well and another smile to the Weyrlingmaster, "At anyone's convenience. I feel it's my duty to at least go and...," she's not sure what she can do for Kezia at all. A little at a loss there and her voice slips low and husky, grip tightening on her daughter who is wiggling to get down again, "awful thing to happen," gets muttered quietly. Gema is happily distracted by the weyrwoman and her kin and after being released aims that way again, no clue that she's a girl, but that baby is now interesting. Mom is more happily distracted by the Weyrwoman - the new one - who looks about ready to explode at N'tan and happy really being synonymous with curious in this case.

Tahira leans away as the boy comes in, if only to give him room and not give him cause to wave his arms about. Because that's exactly what occurs with little boys, right? Children. Beasts. She half-distractedly resumes her sewing, keeping an ear out for anything interesting, listening to the discussion of the injury, "Hidework only requires a set of cheeks and a chair. And barking, well. You can also do that from a chair .." Comments from the peanut gallery, woman continuing her work, head bent down to the task.

Nomi was about to do something, perhaps, yes, perhaps, but it looks like the Benden rider might have to just make do with the bruises he already has. The weyrwoman's attention is split for a time, from bowl to bronwrider, and then she's gone back out as quickly as she arrived.

N'tan's eyes flat out close with Emilia's remark, shutting out not only light, but opinions. This is how he misses Nomi's arrival completely, that or it's being flushed from his mind as well. Nataquin gazes over at his father and sighs, before trundling on to find something more interesting to do. This is when he finds a stain on the bench that requires inspection.

Tarik is now interested in the girl for a moment, and then, Nataquin catches his eye. He gurgles at the other boy, reaching out toward him. Maybe trying to make a liar out of his mother early by wanting to play. Taini turns him around, sitting him in her lap, as he's passed the stage where he needs his head supported by an arm. "There you go, little one," she says soothingly, and then her lips thin, watching Nomi move toward N'tan and then change her mind. "I think you're gonna have an interesting meeting soon." She shakes her head. Tahira gets a nod. "Yeah or from the seat of a wagon" She rolls her eyes, remembering many such ... corrections from parents and eldest brother.

Nomi's arrival and subsequent swift departure is dutifully noted. Madri watches the woman disappear and another noise of disgruntlement is emitted from the Weyrlingmaster. If anyone said anything to her in those moments, she will have missed out on their words as she rises abruptly. Coat is slide back on and R'ish is regarded coolly. "I need you flying R'ish, not hurting yourself further. Paperwork is in the end, my duty so.. .just take care of yourself, okay?" The tone contains some warmth, though her words come bitten off and crisp. She'll spin regarding the others briefly then directing herself towards Emilia, "I will give you fair warning when I plan to depart for Ista." Should she still be interested in going. And without waiting for an answer or further reaction she'll storm out, likely back towards the barracks or someplace less crowded.

Gema gets distracted by the sewing, fascination at hypnotic movements, and a tiny hand will reach out to steady herself against Tahira's knee, eyes wide with those other fingers shoved into her mouth like a starving wherry. They pop out briefly to make a gurgling sound, "Poopa!" And she points towards N'tan - the only man in the room at the moment. Emilia's cheeks will burn brightly and briefly in embarrassment and move again to collect her child, "No. Not Poopa." A brief shrug and a wry smile is directed at the candidate and weyrwoman, "Sorry. Everyone's Poopa at the moment." To reiterate that, Gema's head has swiveled at the rescue and she points at the other arriving male and declares the name again rather loudly, "Poopa!" Emilia denies that one too with a sigh and tries to urge her daughter away, a half confused nod turning to the departing Madri, "Fffine Ma'am."

T'jano sidesteps Madri as she heads down the stairs he was going up. A long look, pale-eyed and curious, follows the woman before T'jano regains his spot on the stairs and heads back up. Spying R'ish, T'jano will tilt his head back to indicate the woman who just left. "Tell me it wasn't me, who pissed her off, right?" But, typical T'jano fashion, the greenrider doesn't give R'ish a chance to answer before another few questions are piled on, "How are you? Your dragon soaks up oil and food like he's never been touched before, or eaten. I am hoping that means that he's improving. And you haven't been around to ruin my life, R'ish. I was wondering what you needed me doing, in your absence or just..." He shrugs, "Doing." T'jano sidles up to R'ish, but takes a longer look around the galleries to see who else might be here. "Tahira!" T'jano calls, recognizing his sister, and then, "Taini!" The other one. T'jano lifts a hand to wave, in case the former at least won't recognize him without his hair. Being identified as 'Poopa' only elicits a shake of his head, "'Danjo', not Poopa. Much... Classier, really."

Tahira mmhmms in her throat with a faint smirk, "Definitely doable from any vantage point, really." Hearing her name she's tilting her chin upwards to swivel her head about to the voice, studying a moment before she'll allow a raise of her hand and a few wiggles of fingertips, "Tejano, evening!" Everyone chattering and talking becomes a slight cacophony to her ears though she does try to keep up, "Poopa?" Curiously, unable to stop a wide grin due to the child calling the name out, "What is a poopa?"

Madri's tone is heard, causing N'tan's mouth to pinch with a grin that is inked in immoral satisfaction. Swinging his long legs around, feet settle on the ground, and up he stands with only the slightest hint of thought given to the ribs that are well on their way to being fully healed, if not there already. Quietly he slides into the black and silver jacket, single gloved hand slipping on one of the buttons. With a healthy sigh the burly man makes his way up the tiers so that he'll pass right before Emilia, and as he does there's a strange sort of kindness, surely dipped in evil, when he leans briefly to the little girl and points at his own face and says, "Poopa." The grin is full of mischief when a wink is tossed at the mother before leaving her behind. "Taq, don't get into trouble, they're liable to kick us out if you do," he suggests with thick sarcasm, and then treads out after the weyrlingmaster. Nataquin just stares after his father, and then turns to glare at Gema. Talk about possessiveness!

R'ish grumps softly at Madri's words.. and watches her go. She can even manage that sad puppy look. Give her orders.. Yell at her. Give her something she can buck back against! Don't give her that guilt trip crap! She can't fight back against that! Ugh! R'ish sighs again.. But T'jano's comments catch her attention. "I'm fine." No. She's not. She's still in pain and drinking laced wine like it's going out of style. "He tells me you have very gentle hands. And He's doing a lot better." He's actually Inside more often now than he has been. As for what he's supposed to be doing. "I'll.. make sure to try harder at ruining your life when I'm back on duty then." She teases him with a little grin. "Help me up?" She asks the man. As for what he should be doing. "Just keep working with them, teaching them. That's your job right now." A pause.. and.. "Thank you.. For helping Al... Thank you." He worked on her dragon. Fixed him up. That.. really means a lot

"Term of endearment for a father, I believe." Taini shrugs and offers the explanation to her sister. "Teej!" Taini grins, and nods down to the baby still reaching out, now attentions turned back to Gemalia. Nataquin's moved too far away to be seen by his near-sighted vision, but Gema's right there. He gurgles again. "Look, Tarik, there's your uncle Teej." She grins, and holds him up, supporting him under armpits to allow him to see the youngest uncle. As N'tan leaves, she rolls her eyes at his comment. Taini sees R'ish moving. "Get better soon, and don't do something stupid to make it worse." She grins again.

"Coincidence, really, R'ish. I'm not a dragonhealer. I happened to be carrying a thread and catgut and ran into him. Sort of like a near-death experience, I can't explain it. But no bother, really. I'll keep Weyrlinging, then." No doubt there's two meanings to that, though T'jano offers a hand to R'ish. The other hand waves to Tahira. "Heard you're Candidating. Actually, that's not true. I hear that there was some lunatic who was living in a tent in the garden, who had been Searched, whose name was Tahira and I figured that that one /had/ to be related. Congratulations. Think green." T'jano winks. Louder, "Hello, Tarik!"

Gema does not know that word and just blinks at T'jano. She also doesn't know any possessiveness but her own, so Nataquin's slides over her head. Emilia will however scowl at the departing brownrider, a hot retort being bit back against the quickness a man that injured can move. Instead she growls softly, either agreeing with Taini's assessment or about something else, and nudges her daughter away from embarrassing her by distracting her with eggs and the sand. T'jano goes unrecognized at the moment compared to the man she met over a turn and a half ago. She'll join her daughter in staring at the sands then.

"Ahhh, Poopa, I see." Grinning still yet she shakes her head and tucks away her sewing, not expecting to get it done any time soon, "Actually-- The wind is absolutely insane out there and I haven't had any real to get settled in my tent. I've been up in the galleries here." And she points up, up, to the very top where a blanket and pillow lay, "It's nice and open here. And not too hot, and definitely not cold. So not quite the lunatic you may have heard about, but thank you ..I'll ..think ..green?" Not quite sure what that would accomplish.

R'ish uses T'jano to help her stand. It's not pretty and it certainly doesn't feel nice. She takes a long swig of her wine before she speaks again. "And you weren't the reason she left. I think I was." she says to T'jano of Madri. As for T'jano not being a dragonhealer. "You could've fooled me." She says and gives his shoulder a Pat. "Just keep doing what you're doing. Help Madri out. Take some of the workload off her while I'm out, yeah?" She asks the man. She'll turn to Taini and nods. "I'll try not to do anything stupid." Like.. walking up the stairs of the galleries. "Can't make any promises.. But.. I really should be getting back before the healers start looking." Because that would be very bad. And She'll head off.. Slowly... very very very slowly back towards the infirmary weyr.

Nataquin's sigh is beyond his turns, age wilting shoulders as he first stares at Gema, and then Emilia. Finally he drops down next to the latter in a slump. Silence. Moody eyes on the sands, that's all he has energy for at the moment.

Though R'ish will call out on her slow limpy cane leaning walk back to the wall to gimp her way back to her infirmary. "Think /brown./" She'll call back.. "Brown!"

"Good. Green." T'jano grins at Tahira, though he'll take a step back with R'ish. "As it happens, I was just heading that way to see if I might be able to scam some fellis, myself. I could go with you. Carry your wine, perhaps?" T'jano offers as he does, in fact, step backwards in cadence with R'ish's forward movement, so that he is going to be between the gravity-down part of the stairs and the injured brownrider.

Taini shakes her head, as Tarik almost startles again. "Teej..." She warns softly. "Do you want to hold him for a minute?" And then he's mentioning he's leaving. "Well, or later. We'll be around." She shrugs, bouncing her knee keeping him entertained. She chuckles. "You'd be alright on any color, I think." Encouragingly spoken to her sister.

Emilia will sit with Nataquin then, the weariness in the child noted and since her own daughter is drifting off in hypnotic stares at sand and eggs, a hand will drop tentative to lie on the boy's shoulder. She'll listen to the conversations going on around her but for the moment is lost in her own thoughts.

R'ish eyes T'jano. "No fellis for you!" The woman who's downing fellis like crazy says as she continues to walk. "And I can carry my wine myself. Thank you." Though as he offers to accompany her back she'll tilt her head. "If you want. But.. I don't need help." She's stubborn on that fact. She'll crawl her way there but she's determined to make it on her own. Help standing.. is another matter entirely. Walking.. she's determined to do that on her own. "But if you don't mind maddeningly slow you're welcome to keep me company if you like."

"We- there is no saying I'm going to be on -anything-. Don't ...decide things ahead of time. You'll only get disappointed." So says Hira as she rises, parting a half-hearted smile, "I'm going to go and eat and get some sewing done." Said on the heels of her brother and the other riders heels, a look given down to Tarik, her bag of sewing items taken up and shoved under an arm, "You, little Tarik, be good for your mum." As good as a fully dependent infant can be, of course, "I'll see you later, Aini? I didn't even know you were back in Fort ..." Not accusingly said, just a statement of fact, "Back for long?"

"I think that you're just stubborn enough to do yourself harm by doing something stupid. And then the thinker of my duties would become Madri, and who'd want that?" T'jano shakes his head, before muttering in stage-whisper, "Any woman that can put up with my brother, you know they're not quite right in the head. So," he concludes with a helpless shrug of his shoulder, "I guess I'll have to endure your slowness. Or," he adds, "I could push you over and steal your wine and fellis. Now. That might be fun." He could be teasing. Mostly, T'jano looks like he's teasing. Mostly. Swinging around just before they exit, T'jano tries to catch Taini's eye. He mimes the motion of carrying a baby, and then mouth-speaks without words, the elaborate word, 'Later'.

The hand on his shoulder is a catalyst to a physical landslide as Nataquin falls into Emilia, cozying up close without a word. The sigh is soft, and while it holds no peace, there's a certain sense of resignation to it. His small hand rests on her leg, warming with the soft palm that settles so still.

Taini nods at T'jano's mouthed words, that the only acknowledgment Assistance of a sore brownrider is more important than something he'll get to do more than once, if he wants to. She smiles at Tahira. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay here now. I'm not picking up on work quite yet, but I will soon." She shrugs. "Doing much better."

R'ish eyes T'jano. "You could.. But I'd only kick your ass when I was all healed up. Or.. I'd smack the <Beep> out of you with my cane here." She says. Teasing... mostly. Do as I say! Not as I do! R'ish shakes her head, laughing as she walks. And.. off they go on the long journey to the Infirmary Weyr.

R'ish makes her way down the tiers towards the exit.

"Ok." T'jano utters that single word, before he turns to trail off after R'ish.

"Good." The only word Hira supplies before turning to head down the stairs after R'ish and T'jano make their way down. She disappears off to --food, sewing and whatever else.

A mothering instinct is somewhat hard to fight, especially with one arm about your own child and the tacit need of another being so palpable. With her own resigned sigh soft within the sudden stillness and empty space, Emilia cuddles the children into her. The departures noted in light peripheral motions of her eyes and a tilt to her chin.

Puff flitters up and lands next to Taini, cocking his head to peer at the thing she's holding. So strange. Smells human, his wiggling nose tells him, but it's not quite -right-.

Nataquin's head rolls so that he can see Gema, nose pinching before he falls back into place. "I wanna impress -now-." Then he wouldn't need anyone else! "I'm old enough," he grouses indignantly.

Taini frowns again looking over at Taq. "How old are you again?" She asks, curiosity getting the better of her. "I think they don't ask you to stand until you're thirteen?" Maybe a little younger. "Same as for the crafts, I think." If she's remembering right. She looks over at Emilia with the kids. "You're pretty good at that. I'm getting used to it." Motherhood.

The question distracts her from her thoughts and Emilia's chin drops down to the boy. A smile twitches at the corner of her lip, "old enough yes." She'll allow him that, "but not quite tall enough and that comes with time." The first he would war with, the second he can do nothing about. "How old are you anyways?" Gema makes a sound which may be a snore or something close to it. A sudden chuckle as she finds herself asking the same question as Taini and she'll glance at the weyrwoman and shrug, "practice. Easy when they consume every moment of your time." Nope, no asperity lingers in that voice.

While Emilia looks nothing like his mother, she is soft, and smells like a mother should. This is far to tantalizing to a child much in need of a maternal figure in his life, especially when he had one and she dropped out, leaving an empty void that refuses to be filled no matter how many draconic beings hoist mountains of love on him. Like his father, he's learning to only love that which has wings, and distrust that which walks on two feet. But for the moment, Emilia will do, and until she proves otherwise, is put on probation. "I'm almost eight!" the boy nearly shouts at Taini, "but my daddy says I'm older than my turns!" That should justify the age difference! What Emilia says causes him to lean back as if she were suddenly viral. "I'm tall!" His spine demonstratively lengthens.

Taini snorts her agreement with Emilia. "They do that, don't they." She shakes her head. "I'm just not sure how I'm gonna do that /and/ all the other stuff." She doesn't have all the time that some others might. "Nomi says I should try, and I think I agree with her, though." It was her plan from the beginning, but she wasn't sure it was possible. "Oh, yes, you're tall. I bet you'll be as tall as your Dad someday." She grins. Tarik starts to fuss. "Shells. Speaking of, he's probably hungry." She sighs. "Probably should go somewhere warmer.... well, inside.... to feed him." She starts to put him back into the sling. "Shh-shh, sweetie, we'll take care of you..."

"You are, " Emilia agrees to that to matter of factly, neither patronizing the child or attempting to coddle him. She will attempt to mollify him somewhat, "but you need to be about that tall," and her hand adjusts away from his shoulder briefly to show the height of a 12 turn old. "And it's a dragon who does the choosing. You get to practice with Nidhgoth though." An eyebrow will level at the other woman, quirked high at the comment about managing things. "Your choice really. We ladies of leisure have it ever so easy," and now there is loads of sarcasm in her voice. To the next she simply nods, "You should yes." Offense already having settled on the prickly woman's shoulders.

Nataquin has no idea what they are talking about, so ignores them, mostly. The hand held at 12 turn height is eyed with a twitch of a nose. No matter how hard he stretches his spine, the boy wouldn't make that height this time. A sigh and a further slump follows, a plentiful pout pooching lips.

"I didn't mean..." Taini starts, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, that sounded bad..." She stands, sighing, as Tarik inhales. "I'd better go before he starts..." The other woman knows, she's sure. "It's a bit of a walk to my weyr. "I'm sorry. Um, can you give Kezia my regards and sympathy for me?"

Emilia will nod, jaw a little tense still, but fighting hard a habit that get her back up. "I can and I will yes." The boy's pout causes her to smile, but it will be covered by getting directed towards Taini and her son. "Clear skies weyrwoman," which in this weather is a wish in and of itself. "You know," she remarks down to the boy drawing out the words in Igen's sultry accent, "you keep doing that and your mouth will stay that way."

"So," Nataquin shoots back. Shoving off the bench, the child come adult breathily says, "I need to go make sure papa gets his medicine. He's always losing it." While Taq needs a mother, N'tan obviously needs a wife. One last glare at the girl beside Emilia and he's running down the stairs with Puff flitting behind him. Sangua takes the shortcut -between--.

Taini nods her reply. "Clear skies." She scurries down the stairs just after the boy, leaving the mother and daughter alone.

Abandoned by all and rather relieved for it, Emilia continues to sit with her daughter, letting the heat and warmth lull them into a drowsy state.

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