My Father's Keeper { tag } Caryatid/Sunaia

Not the large stone caverns that Weyr people are used to, these are buildings built on the top of the cliff, sometimes referred to as the Weyr Cliff. These buildings are all the same size, with multiple apartments for dragonriders to live in in each building. Because of space constraints, dragons sleep in large pavilions built around the dragonrider apartments.
Post Reply
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 1404
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 35

Thu Apr 26, 2018 6:21 pm

Image
He was tired, straight down to the bone. It shouldn't have been this way, but he couldn't help himself. The sevenday had been more exhausting than it normally was. There were drills stacked upon drills, not just with his own Wing, but with all Wings. Then there were Threadfalls, meetings, tending to some matters in the North, missed dinners and events with family that he'd wanted nothing more than to attend. When he'd snapped at his own firelizard, Zenjarth suggested it was time to take a nap, and despite the fact that he'd been in the middle of attempting to clean an office that should not have been in the state that it was in, L'van agreed - a nap was in high order.

He cleared a spot off on the couch in the corner, then finished himself off with a cup of wine and lowered the glows. A check on the dish by the fireplace told him it was hard, but not ready, and a final check with Vigil told him the blue wasn't upset, just disappointed. He crooned, nuzzled up to his old friend, and together they decided they could still care for one another of course. The firelizard forgave, and went back to his quiet watch over his little charge, making sure it remained warm and safe in the dish, while Aka and Burlap curled up on their friend while he settled on the sofa with a couple of hides to read.

You'll never make it through the first. Or even half through the second if you do.

Probably not. He set the hides aside and placed his hands on the hybrids, already a sleep on him. Their rhythm of breathing was starting to make him feel even more asleep than he already felt. Wake me if you sense someone coming to the office, will you? With everything going on, he didn't want someone to think he was ignoring them. He was Weyrleader first to his Weyr, rider second to his Weyr, father to his family third, then man fourth to all else. That was just the way things went when it came to L'van and how he operated.

But though he promised his rider, in those final moments of twilight rest, that he would wake him, he never said who he would wake him for... Instead, he himself curled up and closed his eyes, deciding a nap was rather nice sounding at the moment. He would wake up for L'van, certainly, but if Soquilith called first, then he would be at her beck and call.
User avatar
Caryatid
Posts: 90
Joined: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:04 am
Age: 41

Sun Apr 29, 2018 6:10 pm

Image
Sunaia hadn't had opportunity to see her father since the dodging lesson. Between his duties and her responsibilities-- and the regular check-ins with the healers-- there'd been precious little time for each other. But she'd seized on a way to steal an hour together. After visiting the kitchens and armed with a tray secured from there ("for the Weyrleader's working lunch," she'd quite truthfully claimed), she made her way to L'van's apartments. She had no way of knowing that the man inside had long since dozed off, or that his sentry was likewise drifting in that warm and pleasant place between awake and dreaming.

It was only chance which kept her from awakening L'van: with her hands weighed down by the tray, she wasn't able to effectively knock. So instead Sunaia called softly through the door, "I brought you lunch, Papa!" before nudging the portal open with her hip. Backing into the room, she didn't spy the bronzerider on the couch at first. The mess was distracting.

Mess! She'd never known him to leave things scattered about, especially the precious hides and documents upon which the management of wings and Weyrs depended. So cluttered was the desk that she had to balance the tray on top of the corner while using her freed hand to make a space. A small, thoughtful frown knit a line across her brow after that, while she glanced around the room-- and that's when she spied L'van buried under his blanket of pets. The frown was immediately erased, to be replaced with a mingled blend of concern and deepest affection. He must be exhausted... and how close she'd come to waking him up!

But she was forewarned now and not inexperienced with tidying while trying to remain as quiet as possible-- her mother had often napped, and was more likely to leave a weyr in disarray than L'van. Quiet as a trundlebug, she began to move about, picking up the quietest things first: a flight jacket, a pair of boots, a leather-wrapped folio. It took no time at all to set these neatly aside-- she spent more time on fond glances at L'van than it took to put them away. Then, the easiest to dispose of.

There were a number of crumpled scraps scattered about the desk. Discarded ideas, or used up lists. These she gathered up and took to the hearth for burning. A brief, curious look was reserved for the little pot and its sand-speckled occupant, but the sight just earned another smile-- clearly L'van was expecting another little friend to make up his nap blanket.
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 1404
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 35

Fri May 04, 2018 11:11 am

Vigil was the first of the nap-blanket to wake up. He made sure that his movements didn't rouse L'van, and once the old blue was certain his human was still settled in a restful slumber, he flew to see what Sunaia was up to. His swirling eyes spotted her spying upon the speckled egg at the hearth, and he crooned in a soft tone as he regarded his companion's daughter carefully. He knew that the egg was for her, though she did not, and he wasn't sure if his human would want the surprise spilled for her or not.

But he was a good little guardian, a good little secret keeper, and he decided it would be best if he kept it for his human to share instead. That didn't stop him from going to her shoulder to rub against her cheek though in approval, then dropping down to the egg and curling around it as he had so often. He looked at the young woman carefully, then rubbed his cheek against the egg.

Sure, he had thought he wasn't going to tell her himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't drop hints...
User avatar
Caryatid
Posts: 90
Joined: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:04 am
Age: 41

Sun May 06, 2018 4:20 pm

Image
Vigil's crooning drew Sunaia's attention up and when he perched upon her shoulder to stroke her cheek, she immediately dimpled with fondness for the old firelizard. She stroked a fingertip between his headknobs and whispered, "I promise not to wake Papa, don't worry."

That was her first misunderstanding of the blue's attempts to communicate. When he flitted down to curl around the egg, she took that shift for protectiveness-- though it amused her, to see him acting broody as a gold around the hardening object. It was best not to laugh-- L'van might be disturbed!-- so she clapped a hand to her mouth and huffed silently behind the shield of her palm. Vigil looked so cozy; it was too adorable, to see him fussing over the egg. The way he stroked his cheek against it, his cuddling with it...

"I also promise not to touch," she whispered when she had her voice under control again. Instead, she knelt before the hearth, angled towards the simmering coals, and began to feed the discarded scraps into the heat. They'd help keep the egg warm in that way, and also ensure that Papa woke up to a tidy office.

She fanned her hands before the hearth to keep the wisps of smoke which resulted from drifting back into the room-- or towards the blue and his prize. "Is that your egg then, little man? Are you going to be a father too? You'll have to make sure Papa has enough time to spoil your baby, with all of the work he has to do lately."
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 1404
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 35

Thu May 31, 2018 4:39 am

He crooned and cheeped. No, it wasn't his baby, but he couldn't tell her that because his images weren't coming through well enough, and L'van was sleeping too well to wake up and tell her that himself. He didn't know what else to tell her about it then. He would have frowned if he could have. Instead, the blue let out a sigh and decided to curl about the egg that he was tending to until it was time. He would know the moment it was time. He was built to know the moment. Except maybe he didn't, because inside the egg there was a tiny little muzzle and tiny little claws trying to tap at the walls of the shell, and he either didn't hear it, or was choosing not to, because it wasn't until he felt something press up against his belly that he gave a startled sound and flew up.

He landed on Sunaia's shoulder and tried to pull her towards the egg. ~~Girl going to egg, girl holding egg, girl Impressing egg.~~ Maybe she would understand the pictures and images then, because he wasn't going to wake L'van up, and Aka and Burlap were too sleep-heavy to start humming over the cracking shell and hatching creature apparently. Another tug took place as a piece of shell fell away and he gave a desperate little sound. He was trying to tell her what he knew, and what his human knew - this egg was, and always had been, mean for her! So it meant to reason that what was hatching was meant for her as well!
User avatar
Caryatid
Posts: 90
Joined: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:04 am
Age: 41

Sun Jun 10, 2018 6:56 am

Image
It wasn't often that she'd ever seen Vigil upset. He was absolutely adorable mooning over the egg and as the blue had sighed, Sunaia had indulgently pet him. "What a good papa." Then, she left him-- completely unaware of why he was moping-- to continue her quiet tidying of the room. It was all rather disorderly in here, and quite unlike her father. Maybe it meant he was safe and happy here? That he could relax a little? She doubted he'd be so overwhelmed by the work that he'd--

Caught mid-reverie, she didn't notice Vigil again until she found him on her shoulder, all in a tizzy. "Hey, hey shh!"

Her first thought was that he was going to wake L'van. Her second, when he made that tortured little sound, was that something was wrong with his egg. Too close to the flames, or... oh! It finally clicked, what he was trying to show her. And then? Then all efforts to ensure a peaceful resting environment for the bronzerider were forgotten, as Sunny joined Vigil in making a startled, urgent sound while hustling back to the hearth. The broom she'd been using on the floor clattered against stone beside her as she reached for the pot to clear some sand away. She didn't think an egg would have much success in hatching if it were clamped into place by a sandy nest.

It was all happening so fast, she almost hadn't processed the implications. The egg was for her. The hatchling was for her. L'van had gotten her an egg.

And he was sleeping through it.

"Papa! Papa wake up, it's hatching! I need the food from the tray!"
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 1404
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 35

Fri Jun 29, 2018 5:35 pm

He'd been pretending of course. A grin appeared on his face and he opened an eye. "Already?" Oh, but he was going to get smacked good for this. He sat up and reached over to pat her shoulder, promptly getting glares from Aka and Burlap for upending them from their "bed".

But he had a task, a very important one at that, and so he went to fetch the meat from the tray quickly. He made sure it was at her side by the time the little brown muzzle appeared, and he set his hands on her shoulders. "Make sure you stuff it in his mouth." For it was clear what it was, the color of it, even as the little beast struggled to free itself.

Then the shell started to... melt... away, almost, and before long there rested a little brown newborn, yearning for his first meal and looking to Sunaia for it.
Image
Daring, Eccentric, Helpful
#C69926 / #241600
User avatar
Caryatid
Posts: 90
Joined: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:04 am
Age: 41

Wed Jul 04, 2018 5:05 am

Image
He'd been faking! Sunaia might have scolded him for it, but there was no time. The egg was falling away, practically dissolving as the tiny brown made his appearance, and she literally found her hands full of hungry dragonet. She wasted no time in gathering him up, her own soft and soothing croons of reassurance a sweeter harmony to the appetite-filled creel of the hatchling.

"Oh Papa, he's beautiful, look! Like the fire toasted him!" If she were five, she'd no doubt have named him that-- Toast. But a name would wait. Right then, there was the matter of following instructions.

She peeled away a scrap of the sliced meat from the sandwich, formally intended for L'van himself, and did as she was told. Poking a sliver down the firelizard's maw silenced the creeling, and rewarded them with the sight of the rainbow glistening of Impression. She had another piece ready as soon as he was done chewing and swallowing, chewing and swallowing. New as it was to her, her movements were slightly overly cautious but her smile was pure joy. She shared it with L'van, casting a look up over her shoulder, before focusing on her new pet again.

"What a perfect little gentleman you are... just like my father. Just as well, since you're stealing his lunch."
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 1404
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 35

Thu Jul 05, 2018 1:16 am

He smiled, glad that the matched seemed like one made as it should be - meant to be. He shifted and watched the two of them, the firelizard obviously adoring of the young woman that held and fed him, and the young woman obviously adoring of the young newborn creature that she held in her hands. "As much as you'd like to admonish me, clearly you're happy with your surprise." Vigil, quite pleased that he'd done his part, flew to her shoulder and to watched his formerly egg-caged charge and nuzzled her cheek. "He's been eager to see what's in that egg. Hasn't taken his eyes from it. Perfect little keeper, he's been."

He got up and went to fetch a soft cloth and brought it over to her, offering it up along with a bit of water. "This will help to wash some of the gunk off of him, if there's anything sticking to him of course. Congratulations, my Sunny girl. Did your Papa do good to surprise you?"
User avatar
Caryatid
Posts: 90
Joined: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:04 am
Age: 41

Sat Jul 07, 2018 8:48 am

While the little brown gnawed on the latest scrap of sandwich meat, Sunaia nuzzled her cheek against his headknobs. Her own firelizard-- and a sweeter specimen than her mother's flighty green, from the look of him. "I couldn't ever scold you, Papa. Especially not after so fine a gift. I haven't felt so lucky since the healers said my lungs were getting better."

A thought occurred to her, however, while she glanced up at him in time to see the cloth being offered. Carefully cradling the hatchling, she reached for it and gave him a rare grin.

"But it was very naughty to pretend to be sleeping. You'd have let me clean your whole office while you pretended to nap! What if it hadn't hatched?"

She dabbed a corner of the cloth in the water L'van held and began to gently brush at those parts of the brown still sticky with egg membrane. His rabid consumption was slowing, and as she rubbed beneath one toasty wing, he gave a great jaw-splitting yawn, the whirl of his eyes slowing. "And Vigil kept your secret too. You're both the worst... and wonderful. Thank you."
Post Reply