Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on Jul 16, 2007 21:36:14 GMT -5
The sound of heeled boots clicked along the stone hallway, it was a light sound compared to the noise of the dinning hall at midday. Kyparla was glad to leave that behind as she slipped around the corner and headed to the crache, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of her children. She knew at this time of day they would more than likely be down for a nap... if so she wouldn't disturb them, only take a small peek and then leave.
Reaching the inner hall dedicated to the raising of the Weyr's children Kyparla peeked inside, careful to not make a sound. It was like all domestic scenes in a nursery. Several women acting as wet nurses feed the youngest of their charges, others changed or put down those already full. She glanced around for Kalyha but realization hit her, her youngest daughter had been moved to where the older toddlers were cared for. Regret and guilt came over her, where had the time gone? Kalyha was already 3 turns old...
Her thoughts were distracted though as she caught a glimpse of Kyllahar's silky blond head. The urge to stroke his light curls became such a complusion that Kyparla forgot that she didn't want to disturb the women or the babies being cared for. Instead she took several steps inside the room.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on Jul 17, 2007 21:30:17 GMT -5
Diala looked up at the sound of foot steps and smiled as she recognized the Weyrwoman. The crache worker turned toward the redhead, giving the rider a better look at her son. In a hushed tone she addressed Kyparla. "He just went to sleep."
"I won't wake him," the gold rider couldn't help how her face brightened as she saw her turn old baby's rosy cheeks. "How's he been doing? I heard he took his first step." Unable to resist any longer Kyparla ran her fingers lightly through his hair, still amazed at the softness. Kyllahar smiled and brought his tiny fist up to his mouth as he moved into his mother's touch.
"He still has to grab something to pull up, but the little man's able to take a step or so as long as he's hanging onto something steady. He's gotten his self a few bumps and bruises." The pride in Diala's voice was evident, she'd been the boy's milk mother and spent far more time with him than his birth mother, of that Kyparla was keenly aware.
"I'll let you put him down for his nap, he's got to be getting heavy." The gold rider tried hard to hide the wistfulness and pain in her voice as she reluctently pulled herself away from her son, "I'll be back to visit him soon." Without another word Kyparla made her way out to the hall.
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menta
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Post by menta on Jul 20, 2007 12:45:15 GMT -5
Mariska had been seated on a cushion in the corner of the creche for over a candlemark now. A little two turn old had his dark head burried against her chest and was snoring lightly, it was the most noise he'd made all day. It used to be that when Mariska had any time off it would be down to the fencing ring or to see her current boyfriend, now it was always to visit Jaksem. She worried if maybe she was getting too atattched or holding on too tight. Being a Weyrwoman should always come before being a mother, before having her son she'd never even liked kids...she still didn't with the excpetion of her own.
She came in to the creche today when it was a buzz with sticky fingered children and wailing babies, quite unlike the peaceful quiet now. Her own boy had been chasing around on his wobbly toddler legs until she scooped him up. He had smiled at her and planted a sticky kiss on her cheek. She wondered how he thought of her, as his mother or the nice lady who came to visit him? She'd then cleaned up his face and they'd sat together on the cushion. She'd told him stories about dragonriding and he gazed at her with the big dark eyes, so familiar, saying nothing as usual. She couldn't help but smile when with him.
Then nap time arrived and the creche nannies looked at her expectantly, "Just another minute," She mouthed at them. But a minute was stretched when Jaksem fell alseep on her lap. She ran a hand through his shock of thick black hair. There was movement at the entrance. She glanced up to see Kyparla and watched the Weyrwoman visit with her children. Mariska realized it probably was time to go and laid her son on his cot and carefully loosened the grip his little fingers had on her hand. Her mouth twitched.
She nodded to the creche nannies as she stepped quietly among the sleeping children. She followed Kyparla out into the hall just a few steps behind. "Parla," She said in a voice somewhere between a whisper and a normal volume, covering the distance between her and the redhead in just a couple of long-legged strides.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on Jul 20, 2007 22:27:50 GMT -5
Kyparla stopped at the sound of her name but waited a moment to turn around. She brushed at her eyes with the heels of her hands trying to get rid of the sting of tears before she faced an all too familiar voice. "Mariska? Been to visit Jaksem then?"
The redhaired woman fought to keep her voice light as she waited to see what her fellow Goldrider might need. Hopefully it wasn't polite conversation because Kyparla didn't know how long she could keep her emotions under control. What she needed was a glass of wine and some time to sort out raw feelings.
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menta
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Post by menta on Jul 21, 2007 0:00:25 GMT -5
Mariska nodded, noticing the dampness of Kyparla's eyes, "It's hard to leave them though, isn't it?" Though she wondered if the struggle between duty and motherhood was really why Kyparla looked so forlorn.
She'd worn a similar way-too-false-and-cheery face and voice for a turn, though her internal wounds were begining to heal just like the external ones had. It seemed however, that Parla was still processing something that was bothering her. Mariska wondered for a moment if she should have bothered the Weyrwoman. She could understand people just wanting to be alone sometimes, especially after painful visits to the creche. On the other hand, company was sometimes just what people needed as well.
"So what's going on with you?" She asked. The Jr.Weyrwoman had for a moment considered asking something more polite and subtle such as 'How is Savath?' or 'Weyr keeping you busy as usual?' Those were pleasant, polite small talking points, but that had never been Mariska's style.
She was forward and outspoken, especially with someone she'd known as long as Kyparla, she felt it was easiest just to ask someone staight up, if you wanted to know something. However, she personally wouldn't be eager to share personal information if someone queried her about an uncomftorable topic.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on Jul 26, 2007 21:18:58 GMT -5
((OOC: A week after E'mion's death, Kyparla has yet to grieve.))
"It is. I've missed so much..." Kyparla broke off her words abruptly, putting a hold on the longing of a normal life and family. "Most mother's must feel the same, though." The gold rider hugged her arms to her and tried to smile, keeping her outward appearance light, but all she managed was an air of melancholy.
"Not much, busy. You've seen it, those charring storage records aren't matching up to the actual counts the stewards have been..." Kyparla's words turned to sobs as she finally came undone, "He's gone Maris, he's gone."
Savath kept to the shadows of her lifemate's mind, trying to fill the emptiness, the mourned loss with her presence and love.
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Post by menta on Jul 30, 2007 12:41:55 GMT -5
Maris nodded, she elt that way too. "I guess it's the sacrifice for being a Goldrider. But i never thought...it'd be...this hard." She said, faltering to find her words. She offered a supportive smile to Kyparla, but her brow was somewhat furrowed, she wasn't completely convince das to this being the reason for Kyparla's sadness. "Yeah, busy. Me too." She said, but she wasn't paying attention to the words that were being said. And then it came, the tears, lots of them. She instinctively tried to utter a few comfortign words, though she was surprised by the outburst and it took her a moment to gather herself.
Maris bit her lip, the pain she tried to supress coming into her eyes, which were wide and sympathtic. She wasn't touchy feely to say the least but she put an arm around Kyparla's small frame. "I know, I'm so sorry," She said, her voice starting to shake. She took a second to think...who was it...oh yes...E'mion that had died. E'mion! there had always been talk, though Parla had always seemed happy with G'llahar. Though Kymin certainly didn't look, like her parents.
If it was E'mion, whom Kyparla was pining for than, his death would be very fresh and painful in her mind. He'd died but a sevenday ago. all these thoughts rushed through Mariska's minsd but she decided not to make any assumptions now. Whatever the reason, now wasn't the time to be bothering Parla with scandelous theories and weyrfolk gossip. She thought to herself, what helped her the most when J'mie had died? That was a stupid question, nothing really helped accept time and... well, wine always helped.
"How about a drink Parla?" She said quietly. Things were always easier, or at least more numb, with wine.
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