Meeting Baby Veliren

Western Weyr - Living Caverns
Here is the center of Weyr life, the living caverns. These two main rooms were man-shaped from smaller caves, and are joined by a carved arch with depictions of dragons in flight and dolphins leaping in swirling waves. One room has many round stone and wooden tables and a stone fire-pit instead of a hearth. Over the round-walled, gas fired pit is a large conical hood made of polished bronze, with reliefs of dragons with their riders flying over ships guided by dolphins. This hood and chimney keeps the room smoke-free. Through the archway is an enormous hall, with long tables and benches, some carved from the rock floor, many crafted of wood. This room is a combination dining and meeting hall, and can seat over 300 comfortably. Above both rooms, angled shafts lined with polished metal bring in sunlight during the day. Electric lights also burn, day and night.


It's a bright, sunny afternoon, autumn in full swing at Western Weyr and the living cavern not particularly full of people at the moment. Grazers like Iris, however, are stopping by for snack time. She's been to the offices today, just to collect up paperwork and make sure things haven't gone kaput with her paperwork while she's out on maternity leave. Judging by the now-hefty backpack slung over one shoulder, well… Over the other shoulder is another sling, into which the newest baby is settled, very fortunately for everybody quite content to stare at the Big Wide World.

And Ila'den is striding in right behind his weyrmate, catching the goldrider by her hips and tugging her backwards so that he can plant a kiss right on her cheek. "Shouldn't you be at home resting?" the bronzerider inquires just before he shifts his attention to little Veliren. Fingers waggle gently at the tiny tot, a kiss is pressed on the top of that little head, and then Ila'den is pulling Iris' hefty backpack from over her other shoulder and slinging it over his own. "Where are Kiltara and Risali?" Now he's taking that adorable little boy as well, pulling him free from that sling while adjusting a chair for Iris to sit in. "Leave them with a nanny today?"

Sneaking in a little snack-time herself, Rou'x can be found in the living caverns nibbling at a selection of, well, nibbly bits, for want of a better term. She's got a plate that she's already tucking into before she even finds a seat. She meanders her way through the tables to where Ila and Iris are, plonking herself down near the two before even realising there's a /baby/ there. "Oh," she mumbles when she spots the tot, honey-coloured eyes narrowing warily at him, before remembering her manners and dipping her head at the parents. "Ila'den, weyrwoman Iris… and little… um… one?"

An auburn haired boy comes running quickly in from the lower caverns, darting effortlessly in and out of people as he goes. It's almost dancelike how he moves, hardly touching a soul as he makes his way for the tables. Without thinking or looking at what table he's headed towards, he dives under it, hiding among feet and supports of chairs and the table itself. From where he'd just come one of the crafters, weaver by the look of him, comes charging out, looking around fiercely. It only gleans a few glances, however, everyone too busy with their own lives and company to pay much attention. Faen leans back against the table leg, trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed. To he knowledge he'd managed to get under unseen, but as he sits listening he hears very dreaded words: 'weyrwoman'.

Iris swings around at the movement of her weyrmate, nearly spinning off balance if he hadn't, fortunately, been also catching hold at the same time. She smiles, and makes a face, nose wrinkling in disgruntlement. "I rested all day, love. I wanted to at least see if there were a few things I could take home." She jerks her head towards the bacpack, and grins gratefully when he takes it. The baby is readjusted and she rolls her shoulders. "Yep, they're with the nanny, just until I get home." Rou'x is beamed at when she arrives. "Rou'x! How is Indianath doing? Shadhavarth speaks fondly of his boldness, you know." As any fond mother would, of course. Iris settles into her seat then, scooted out enough to leave plenty of room for the baby. "This is Veliren," she tilts so the baby is shown off. Veliren, however, is busy staring UNDER the table. Faen is Very Interesting, yep.

Oh, Ila'den caught the look that Rou'x gave Veliren when she was settling in, and the look on the Weyrsecond's face speaks /levels/ about just how evil the thoughts running through his head are. He even leans towards the weyrling, looking for all the world as if he's enjoying some very fantastic joke. "Would you like to hold him?" he whispers, voice low enough to be nearly conspiratorial. He's just about to say something else when there's a commotion of hiding little boys, and Ila'den blinks after the scene before raising a brow at his weyrmate. He points down, as if telling her to look, and is only then caught up by some poor soul who's clearly been chasing after Ila. "Weyrsecond! There you are! We need you to finish these!" Yep, Ila'den is giving a disgruntled look to the newcomer, and then leaning down to give Iris a quick, chaste kiss on the lips. "Duty calls, but everybody enjoy themselves." /He/ surely won't be, sigh. Off he goes!

"Indy's /wonderful/, thanks f'asking." Rou'x's all happy smiles and twinkly eyes when talking about her lifemate. "He won't stop growing! He's bloody /huge/, y'know, he's the biggest outta all the browns what hatched. He's even bigger'n Cimarroth." And there's definite pride there, as she bites down on a fingerroot stick. Her eating habits are not entirely unpolite, but they're very rushed - most likely because she's got to try and squish a quick meal in before her next class. "He's going good in the flying too, though we've still not nailed /landing/ so much. 'S'more like /crashing/ still… but he's not hurt himself yet, so i'm just sorta hopin' it'll stay that way. Poor Yiska went n' hurt his paw, don't want Indy doing that, too." The gushing is put on pause though when Ila'den looks at her in that way, and his question? Oh, his question freaks her out. "I… I gotta… Indy's saying we gotta go to class, yeah? So maybe… maybe next time, yeah? I don't… I…" She looks at baby Veliren like he might burn her or something, if she touches him. "Gonna hafta eat and /run/ to make my class…" She smiles in forced apology, picking up her plate as she gets up from her seat, just as Ila'den leaves, too. "Um… yeah. Nice baby. Nice to see you, weyrwoman. See you later, sometime? Have a good day!" Rou'x couldn't scuttle out of there quicker if her arse were on fire.

Faen is frozen like a tiny prey animal, listing hard to hear if anyone has noticed his presence. Someone has, however. As he looks around there's a pair of wide eyes in a very chubby and very tiny face. Shells and dragonfeathers. He stares back, thinking wildly of something, anything to do that might keep the little one quiet. Slowly he reaches into his pocket, rummaging around for a moment before extracting something. He spares a look at it. It's a thimble. He stares a moment at the shiney bumps on its surface. It oughta work! Faen reaches out a hand toward the infant, offering the small silver object. Take this and keep quiet, he pleads with his eyes.

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