Babies and Bakers

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Rooftop Garden
Soft grasses form a lawn central to this open air garden, producing a pleasant picnic space. Surrounding this greenery is a sanded and bordered path that wends around it and continues toward the front of the roof, where the pleasant aromas of cultivated herbs waft on the breeze. Rock gardens and low-hanging tropical trees form shelter from the elements, combined with an overhanging jut of the caldera wall, underneath which benches and sun chairs have been arrayed, rather like a natural gazebo.


It is early morning just after sun up, as the gardens are empty this early in the morning it seems to be the perfect place for someone to study. Riohra is sitting under a tree reading a book and in the sunlight. Mug of klah next to him holding down a stack of worksheets for his chore of lessons today.

Kassala arrives, walking around with a baby in her arms who's being fussy. "Oh, come on.. We’re outside, it's a pretty morning.. " The poor thing has been up all night with colic, and the nannies just couldn't handle the crying anymore. So the foisted the poor little girl off on the candidate, and told her to take the baby for a walk, see if that might help. And so far, she's not screaming, so all is good, right? She doesn't see Riohra right away, instead, walking around the garden, bouncing the little one in her arms and talking softly.

Riohra hears the fussing of the baby before he even sees them walking up, he just sits under the tree in the light and watches. A smile creeps over his face as he watches the young woman with the baby walking around the gardens. He leans back and waits to be noticed taking in the sight of the woman who has his heart, he knows the rules here but it doesn't stop him from day dreaming about things..

The baby eventually settles, to a degree. Maybe it's the fresh air, or the quietness. Or maybe the baby has finally worn herself out. Whatever the case may be, she settles down against Kassala's shoulder, and while not asleep, is growing quieter. "See all the pretty flowers? And the view.." Kassala murmurs softly, one hand rubbing at the baby's back. As she makes the circle, she finally spies Riohra, and her face comes alight with a smile, "Hey there.. Fancy meeting you here.." She half teases him as she crosses over to where he's sitting. "Studying?" She asks upon seeing the book and papers.

Riohra grins as he looks up with her "Yeah lessons about the history of the Weyr and the area's around" he also holds up one of her text books on dragon healing saying "as well as some light reading so I don't feel so lost talking to your friends at the school" he juts his chin at the small child in her arms "Nanny duty or did you come to attack me with littles again?" he teases softly.

"I need to read up on that as well." Kassala says as far as the history goes, though she tilts her head, smiling a little more, "Well, if you need help with that, just ask?" The dragonhealing bit. As for her, she glances to the baby in her arms, "Nanny Duty. She's been up all night with colic. Nannies were at their wit's end and gave her to me." So she'll take one somewhat fussy baby over a gaggle of kids any day! Moving to take a seat on the grass as well, she continues to bounce and rock the little one in her arms that starts to fuss, then settles again to peer in his direction.

Riohra will smile at the pair, though there is a teasing smirk saying "looks good on you, the baby that is." he will put the books down and reach out a long finger to let the baby grab on to. "How much experience have you had with them? "

"Oh?" Kassala asks of him, only to smile in return as she continues to rock the baby. When offered a finger, the baby does reach out to take hold of it, and then pull it towards her mouth where she seems to be teething as well. Poor kid can't get any breaks, can she? Colic and teething? Bummer! "A little. Back at Ierne, I sometimes would help out the nannies when I had time for something to do that wasn’t' all about dragons. Figured eventually might have a family of my own, so it was things I should know."

Riohra grins as the little tike takes the finger and starts chewing, "maybe if you get a little numbweed to rub on the gums it might help out. I know when the first set of twins were like this I would give them some" he will smile softly at the baby then look up at her "Oh and these plans of family? What did they in tale?"

"I'll get some when we return. Didn't want to give her anything else with her tummy being upset and all.." Kassala offers as the baby gums at his finger. Patting a pocket, she does pull out a teething ring, "Here, let her chew on this.." Instead of his finger. When asked, she hmms, "A nice place to live, a husband, and dunno.. At least a few kids running around?"

Riohra looks very reluctant to break contact with the baby but does as he is told, he looks up at the tree he is under "And now?" he is still smiling and staring off into space. It is obviously he still has plans but wants to hear her views on this he still has glitter on his face and arms from the bombing the other day.

It's early morning, and there's a couple here on the rooftop. Riohra is seated against a tree, with books and papers, studying for something. Kassala, on the other hand, is seated near him, with a young baby girl wrapped in a blanket in her arms. They're talking quietly, though Kassala chuckles, "Well, still the same in many ways. How it all comes about, will have to be seen." With the chew ring in hand, the baby settles to gnawing on it. Both Kass and Rio sport white Candidate knots, so likely the two are doing chores of some sort.

Riohra grins and nods "very true, very true. But you will make a good mom, when you get there." He looks over at her and winks "I mean come on you keep me out of trouble and I am sure I am not the easiest one to corral" looks down at his books for current lessons and starts gently dusting off what looks like glitter and grumbles "when I find out who did that…."

The weather in Half Moon? Absolutely beautiful in comparison to Fort, with its beaches and tropical weather. It's no surprise when a Fortian pair of Journeymen decide to escape to warmer climes, just get break up the monotony a little bit. Well, not so much as escape as being forcibly dragged against their will by the other Journeyman. Carellos has Reksler by the wrist, dragging his pale companion across the way with a look of ease on his face. Reks is dressed appropriately for the trip in swim trunks and a t-shirt. The Baker? Trunks. Can't be scaring people now. "Come on, Reks. It's still early so it shouldn't be too crowded."

Reksler might be wearing weather appropriate attire in a gorgeous tropical paradise, but he looks like he's being dragged to his own funeral. There might even be some scrapping of his sandal clad feet as soon as they hit the top of the stairs, cornflower blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the back of the baker's head. "I don't fucking care," he hisses, struggling futilely against the steely fingers coiled about his wrist, "You yanked me out of bed, forced me on a dragon, tossed me into a changing room, took off all my clothes and made me wear…this! I look ridiculous!" A single beat later. "…and why are you fucking half naked?" Shoulders tight and hunched, the harper's lips are drawn down into quite possibly the deeper frown ever to be seen beneath the Pernese sky.

Kassala glances to the glitter all over his stuff, "What did happen? I missed it.." Working hard at chores and coming back to the dorm late the night before, many were already passed out in their beds asleep. As their quietness is interrupted by two more, she looks up, peering at the two, not recognizing either of them. She falls quiet, but the voices gain the baby's attention, who soon fusses a little, throwing the chew ring away from her to land in the grass.

Riohra shrugs and reaches over to pick up the chew ring cleaning it from a glitter free handkerchief he had stashed in his pocket. "I got back from the baths and couldn't find this" he reaches under his collar to pull out the necklace with the bronze arrow and disc that is inscribed with 'FOREVER' on it. "Apparently someone put it on a hook above my bed, then when I sat down" he makes a dropping motion "I was covered in it, like easily one to two stones worth of it." he reaches over with the now clean teething toy and rubs it against the baby's gums till she takes it again.

Riohra shrugs and reaches over to pick up the chew ring cleaning it from a glitter free handkerchief he had stashed in his pocket. "I got back from the baths and couldn't find this" he reaches under his collar to pull out the necklace with the bronze arrow and disc that is inscribed with 'FOREVER' on it. "Apparently someone put it on a hook above my bed, then when I sat down" he makes a dropping motion "I was covered in it, like easily one to two stones worth of it." he reaches over with the now clean teething toy and rubs it against the baby's gums till she takes it again. He will glance over and see the familiar faces from home at Fort and give them a happy wave saying "Morning you two, long time no see". With a grin he will say to Kassala "They are from Fort looks like everyone comes down here eventually"

"You wanna say 'you look ridiculous?" Carellos says, nodding his head towards Riohra with a WIDE grin on his face. "Is this one of those new island trend things? Reks, we need to get you some glitter." Cause, you know, that stuff never leaves your skin, no matter how much you scrub. "I'm not half naked, I'm wearing swim trunks! Should I have bought a bikini top or something? I'll find us a vendor. Maybe I'll find a glittery one, too. Know of any places, Riohra?" Asking for death at this hour is bad for one’s health, don'tcha know?

Reksler stabs pointy things at Carellos' face with his eyeballs, everything tumbling from his mouth doing nothing more but increasing his level of ire. So, nothing new really. It's the glitter comment though that gives him enough strength fueled by his rage to wrench his wrist free of the baker's grasp, "Over your dead body bakerman." Riohra is eyed, his knot is eyed, the same for Kassala and then he snarls at Carellos, fists balled at his sides. Whipping himself around, the harper stomps off to a beach across from the gathering of people. Yes, he is ignoring everything his disgustingly muscled mate is saying about bikini tops, dropping himself heavily into his newly acquired seat, legs are crossed at the knee and arms over his chest as he glares off over the stunning scenery.

"I missed that? Dangit.. that sounds like it would have been hilarious." Kassala says, grinning a little at Riohra, trying not to giggle. Much. "I see why you're still wearing glitter then." She wasn't going to ask, nope. The baby reaches for the chew toy, but doesn't put it in her mouth, instead, the tears well up in her eyes and she starts crying and squirming in Kassala's hands. She doesn't calm down with rocking or soft murmurs from Kass either, and doesn't appear to need a diaper change. "Looks like I'm going to have to walk some more with her.." As for Rio's comments of the two who have appears, she chuckles, "Looks like it." Rising to her feet, she winks to Rio, "Catcha later. If you need help studying, come find me around the nursery later? Could eat lunch together if you wanna?" To both Carellos and Resler, she offers both a nod of her head, "Good day to both of you." Then down the stairs she goes with the fussy baby, hoping that more walking will calm her down. She's so not going to comment or anything, nope. Let's just get fussy baby away from the fussy harper, right?

Riohra grins "I will find you then, love" he kisses his necklace as she walks away breathes a happy sigh. His attention is soon brought back to the Fortians in his midst "And I see you two are has happy as ever" master of the obvious this one is, he grins and stands up to walk over and shake Carellos saying "Finally got a day off? or did you come to help me raid the pie stash later?"

Over his dead body? Reksler is so CUTE. Carellos returns the shake with a smile on his face, nodding his head towards Riohra before turning his eyes on Reksler for a moment before answering. "Few days, actually. Got a lot of work done and now that I have an assistant, I can leave the desk for a bit. Looks like you're enjoying your 'vacation' Candidate." As for the pie, there might be a tiny guilty look on his face… but not too much. He's totally here for the pie. "Well. Some. Maybe. Gotta watch out and not overdo it till the warm weather's past us by."

Reks wears a tailored long-sleeved tunic woven out of a soft dark gray yarn and is secured over his heart by three black leather straps pulled tight by shiny metal buckles. A half-length black leather jacket goes over this in colder weather, and his legs are covered with pants to match which extends also to the pair of low ankle boots on his feet. The only jewelry he wears is a simple silver band on left ring finger. He bears the knot for the Harper Craft with the variations that reveal him to be a Journeyman, and another for Fort Weyr.

Cute? Reksler looked pissed and as if he'd like nothing more than to feel flesh and muscle render beneath his tearing claws, a venomous and withering look sent Carellos' way when he says that they would be there a couple of days, the flames of his eventual demise seeming to be wafting up from behind the enraged harper that the air around him nearly distorts. He was not so far off as to be out of earshot, lips drawn away from his clenched teeth, arms tightening further until the knuckles of his hands are blanched white. A snort of epic proportions for mention of pie, a flowering bush off in the distance far from candidate and baker, now the unfortunate recipient of all that seething. Did the blossoms just wilt? Must be a trick of the light.

Riohra grins over a Carellos, now eye level with the once taller man saying "Oh it is a trip, miss home but still…." he looks back to where Kassala exited earlier " got to go where your heart is" he will tilt his head as he regards the pair "Well if you two are going to be around, the Tiki lounge is the best place for good drinks." he gets a sly little grin on his face and adds a little quieter saying "And there is always the Pearl Dolphin Resort, if you two want a little pampered romance"

"We'll have to check the lounge out but I think we're going to pass on the Resort. I don't like sharing Reksler's… passionate ways with anyone." That plus those tourist traps are sketchy and expensive, with people doing crazy things out in public. While they'd make for excellent stories, he'd rather not be one of them. Carellos can't complain about the following your heart comment, and he laughs quietly at it all. "Yeah, I don't blame you. If Reks gets swept off his feet by duty or a dragon, he won't be alone for long."

The harper might be glaring at that bush, but he's still listening to the conversation between Riohra and Carellos, bouncing his leg over knee a bit so that the heel of that foot taps against the side of the other leg. That ceases however, as the baker mentions 'passionate ways', his eyes widening and frame locking up. Expression darkening to the point that one might get the distinct impression he was going to eradicate all bakers from the face of the planet just to make sure to eliminate the species, "Carellos!" is spat from behind his clenched teeth, perhaps unaware of the flush that streaks freely across his pale cheeks. It's because he's so mad, yeah, that's it. The fact that it darkens for the romantic statement his mate follows that up with, well, now Reks is glaring at the view of the beach that can be seen from the back of the bench, having folded his arms over and was now resting his bearded chin on top.

The harper might be glaring at that bush, but he's still listening to the conversation between Riohra and Carellos, bouncing his leg over knee a bit so that the heel of that foot taps against the side of the other leg. That ceases however, as the baker mentions 'passionate ways', Reksler's eyes widening and frame locking up. Expression darkening to the point that one might get the distinct impression he was going to eradicate all bakers from the face of the planet just to make sure to eliminate the species, "Carellos!" is spat from behind his clenched teeth, perhaps unaware of the flush that streaks freely across his pale cheeks. It's because he's so mad, yeah, that's it. The fact that it darkens for the romantic statement his mate follows that up with, well, now Reks is glaring at the view of the beach that can be seen from the back of the bench, having folded his arms over and was now resting his bearded chin on top. Those ears though? Totally red behind those tight, tense shoulders.

"He looks tense, good thing you guys are on vacation." Riohra observes, without actually teasing, instead his tone is honest and a bit worried as he adds "I hope you two can relax some, it wouldn't do to over work yourselves." He looks over at Carellos saying "You guys should try the tide pools, good relaxation and the lounge will send drinks and things up to you." He looks out at the view and grins "This place is sure different from Fort though. It really is an adventure"

"That's what I hear, and that's what I'm hoping. We work too much. Him, especially. Just a nice, quiet, leisurely time away from Fort to destress before we have to get back to the grind. As much as I love Baking, it even gets tedious for me, and at the pace I need to do it in. Granted, been working the desk these past few months, but still." Carellos shrugs and glances over to Reksler with a little bit of a crooked smile starting to form at the edges of his mouth. "Aw, please sit with me?" Even though he knows Reks is going to say no, it's still fun asking. The fun is in the risk.

The ocean stretched out for as far as the eye could see, a warm salty breeze tousles what little of Reksler's hair was long enough to be ruffled, sinking deeper into the looping of his arms as he tries to shut out the vacation and work chatter going on behind him. Somewhere, a sea avian cries, an unfamiliar sound to the harper who'd never stepped foot out of Fort area for any other reason than for work. Now he was in a strange place, everything job related left back home, and Carellos was busy making nice with the glitter queen. The request to come and sit? Reks uncoils an arm to let a single finger do his answering for him, grumbling something nasty or another under his breath before he goes back to snubbing the both of them in favor of trying to evaporate the water with the heat of his gaze.

Riohra grins at the finger saying softly to the Baker "Should I go and leave you two to discuss things? I wouldn't want to be the one who upsets your vacation". He will still watch the horizon though perfectly comfortable either staying or going. He will turn to Carellos after a moment or two saying "Oh I finished those boots for you, from the tunnel snake hide. I was going to deliver them but well" he motions at the knot on his shoulder.

"No worries about the boots, I'll pick them up from you after graduation. Besides, you'll have to come back to Fort to pick up all your stuff if you impress. We could get together then." As for leaving… How much of his mate's ire does he really want to see today? Hrm. Carellos peers over to the Harper and he smiles, just admiring the view. "I dunno," he teases, knowing his death will be swift and merciless. Carellos is a glutton for punishment, after all. "I think admiring the view from here will give me the best setting. You know, with the sky all around him and how cute his ears are." Death. So dead. RIP. Worms.

If Riohra knew Reksler better, he might have come to understand that this is just how the harper was. Why Carellos, such a good looking and kind man, would have settled for the bristling spitfire was anyone's guess. The longer that he is left to his own devices, the cooler his temper seems to become, the pinking of his ears subsiding to near normality before the baker decides to poke the bear as they say. Blazing back to red instantaneously for the prodding, this time Reks is on his feet, and he's stalking over and plops himself right behind Carellos where he can't see him at all. Legs and arms reclosed, he leans his shoulder against the baker's naked back and continues to glare at the ocean, his dark mutterings likely dismemberment and disposal plans.

Riohra grins as the harper comes over to sit down, with them and leans against a tree, he glances at his books to read, but enjoying the company of people from his home seems so much better. "So desk duty and an assistant, did the mean lady with the stick finally retire from the kitchen?" he absently rubs his knuckles. From his view point he can see both Carellos and Reksler though the latter is over shadowed by the baker.

"No, she's still there. Only now, I work in a different hallway than her. I just have to make sure inventories, orders and recipes are logged and kept up to date these days." Carellos leans back from where he sat down at, putting a little of his weight against the Harper while he admires the not-Fort scents traveling in the cool breeze. "Man, if this weather keeps up, I might never want to go back to Fort. I could take my Baking anywhere." So he says. Come winter, he'll be sad the snows gone and come back, anyhow.

Riohra nods and grins at Carellos "I know what you mean, if Kassala impresses I may move down here." nope no though in his mind he will get a dragon. The now silently brooding harper gets another warm smile, love is a strange thing. He reaches down and picks up a pebble to turn it over in his hands "But I do miss home, this place is nice but the jungles are no forests everything just feels different."

"I can see what you mean. Novelty always wears off in the end but as long as they're in our lives, it's worth it. I know if I ended up in Igen, Reks would visit me on occasion cause he loves me." Well, he might come to Igen when the hours are cooler but be at 'work' during the high ends. Of course, Carellos is joking but you never know. Igen gets pretty hot.

Riohra smiles "awww see that is nice. I don't know why people say things like he is mean." he will pointedly look at the angry little thunder cloud in Reksler shape. Yup, such a nice boy.

There is some soft grumbling coming from behind Carellos, what can be seen of his face now a brilliant shade of red, the arms folded over his chest once more held so tight that they tremble slightly. All in all, it’s a marvelous show of restraint for the harper, as he was not kicking or screaming or sending the baker in particular to the infirmary for emergency surgery for his internal injuries. "Fuck that," he pipes up with, leaning even heavier against his mate, a low growling rising up from him as he furrows his brows at the cobblestone path that cuts through the garden. "I'd move there." Though, Riohra's comment about him being nice reveals viciously narrowed blue eyes over one of Carellos' broad shoulders.

There is some soft grumbling coming from behind Carellos, what can be seen of his face now a brilliant shade of red, the arms folded over his chest once more held so tight that they tremble slightly. All in all, it’s a marvelous show of restraint for the harper, as he was not kicking or screaming or sending the baker in particular to the infirmary for emergency surgery for his internal injuries. "Fuck that," Reksler pipes up with, leaning even heavier against his mate, a low growling rising up from him as he furrows his brows at the cobblestone path that cuts through the garden. "I'd move there." Though, Riohra's comment about him being nice reveals viciously narrowed blue eyes over one of Carellos' broad shoulders.

"Aw, he loves me." Carellos is going to die tonight. His body is going to wash up on the beach. No one will be surprised. The Baker even goes so far as to nuzzle Reksler while he sits. "Well. Search is a pretty good way to get a feel for an area. Let's you get past that shiny and new stage. If you don't impress, you can come back home to Fort till the next opportunity arises. I think it's a fair trade, good way to branch out a bit. Give you an idea as to what you want to do in your life. Might not have the chance to get out of work or duty, otherwise, to see the world."

Riohra gives a little aww at the show of love, be it a tad one sided. He will look away, if only so the two can have the tender moment, "It has been enlightening to say the least. I love what I do, hunting and foresting is my passion." he reaches up to play absently with his necklace "But I guess I will always have to follow my heart." He turns back half expecting to see the two in a cozy embrace. "But still it is nice for home to come and visit."

The baker's cooed affection and gentle nuzzle is rewarded when Reksler actually turns his head and sinks his teeth into the shoulder then hovering before his face, ungently, growling low and rumbly, leaving a perfect impression of his dentition that will remain for quite some time. It's perfectly timed with when Riohra turns his head away to give them some privacy, already back to all that glaring exactly the way he had been before such courtesy had been extended. Well, except that he grumbling to himself again, likely only Carellos would be able to hear all of the vile things that the harper had planned for him once they were alone. Though a few choice words do drift over, ones that would make a sailor blush and take notes.

"Look on the bright side," Carellos begins, just letting his body sag dead weight like a jerk against Reksler, "Those are skills you can take with you anywhere you go so it's not like you're going to be out of work or anything. Which is definitely something you need to worry about every time you relocate." Baking is at least something he could take anywhere, especially pastries since that's what Carellos specializes in. Dat pie, though.

Riohra nods "That it is, and since I was small I have hunted most of the big places." He smiles at the two men, well one man really the other is a grumpy little storm cloud who has a mouth as foul as he is bad tempered. "But it is still nice to know you would have someone with you, seeing as it is hard to make friends in new places" He raises an eyebrow at the baker saying "so what is all this talk of moving, gotten bored at Fort have you?"

There is some hissing and snarling as Carellos leans his dead weight upon Reksler, pushing back against him just enough to allow him the room to jab at his ribs with the sharp point of one elbow. With only the utmost of love and affection of course. It wasn't directed at Riohra, but there was no doubt that the man would be able to see the personification of all things Armageddon being pointed at the back of the baker's skull, invisible bolt of pain and death shot forth from that darkened gloom of a storm cloud.

As they sit there and talk a little longer till the morning sun is up high enough in the sky Riohra will give a sigh "Well time for me to go and be a candidate. But it was great seeing you two" he will pointedly look at Reksler to make sure that the harper knows that Rio does enjoy his company. Standing he will gather his books and say as he starts heading out "Hope you guys enjoy your visit, and maybe we will catch a meal or something together." he gives a happy wave and then is gone. Leaving the two lovers to finish their debate of what to do on this fine day and hopefully no one will die…today anyways..


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