The Newest Addition

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//Somewhere between 10pm and Midnight Western Pernese time, when everything is finally settled and the only sound is the ocean crashing onto the beach as the night tide rises and the soft noises of adult and weyrling dragons alike, interspersed only occasionally thankfully by the occasional pained sigh of a couple or so of scored dragons//

Riza: *she looks, for all intents and purposes, like she's out like a light. and no wonder, now she's back in her own bed [her own call, to open up the Infirmary, with permission given to the Healers to check her regularly still and Maur to make noise the minute she's overtly worried] and after the day she's had; she's propped up in pillows, her head lulling to one side so her bangs tickle her nose, and her arms hugging to her a little, breathing bundle of dark hair and button nose and twitching fingers that is sleeping against her mother's chest-

T'skal: Weary, sore and overall drained, even more so than the usual Threadfall left him, he trudges up the steps to the weyr. There was no need to bother Golgameth, who had been sleeping quite soundly on the ledge for a couple hours now, with giving him a ride considering all the flying the beast had already done. Besides, he didn't wish to disturb anyone in the weyr with all that movement. When he entered the bedchamber and was greeted with that sight, he was very glad he had made that choice. Despite all the reassurances from the Healers that she and the child were doing well, that last bit of tension his shoulders and gut had been holding on to refused to budge. That was, until he was next to the bed with them sleeping soundly, both breathing deep and steady. A hand reached out to touch Riza's hair lightly, careful not to wake her, before moving to brush a finger against the cheek of the small being at her chest, his tired and worn face breaking into a wide smile despite himself.

Riza: she doesn't start at the touch, which is how tired she is, but it does make her hair tickle her nose worst, and she shakes her head slightly with a little sleep mumble of protest in an attempt to get it away

Tariza: -she shifts with a baby's instinct even in sleep to bring the new touching thing closer to her mouth, her snub nose crinkling a little when she mouths at the finger sleepily-

T'skal: huffs a light chuckle and uses his free hand to move the offending strands of hair back to her head and away from her nose. He then takes a chance and very slowly, very carefully, ever watching Riza's face to make sure she wasn't waking, slips the babe from her chest into his own hands.

Riza: -she scrabbles even in her sleep for the now empty space, already attuned to feeling bereft, but then he gets his ass saved for the moment when her firelizards take up residence there, with a pillow to boot-

Tariza: -she's not so easily soothed, and once she's in the cooler air and in his hands, she starts to fuss as she comes awake, the raspy little whimpery hiccupy noise a warning time immortal of a baby thinking about crying-

T'skal: Shushes softly, quickly though carefully shifting her to his own chest, one hand under her tiny bum and the other at her back as he allows her to frogleg against his right pectoral and collarbone

Tariza: -she's opened her eyes now, bleary with newborn sleepiness, though she pauses her fidgeting, warily taking stock of this new texture and feel and warmth and all and thinking about what to make of it-

T'skal: watches her with a proud curiosity as he makes slow rocking motions

Tariza: -nope, she's awake now, and though it's a struggle, she manages to move her head just enough so that when she opens her eyes again, those big dark lanterns can at least try to look at him better-

T'skal: Notes her interest in him and leans her back into the cradle of his hands so she can look directly at him if she wishes

Tariza: -cocks her to side a little, though that might just be a blind reaction too. but it's unmistakably similar to her mum's mannerisms down to the staring, so you can't help but wonder-

T'skal: gives a light snort of amusement before moving to the door of the chamber, leaning against its frame so he could get a view of the sky beyond the weyr and the moon shining in on them. Though his eyes soon returned to the darkhaired child. He glances over to Riza briefly to make sure she was still sleeping before giving the little one's forehead a light kiss and placing her back against his chest

Tariza: -poor guy, you might think, because even with the dark hair does it look like in the dim light that it's not just her mother's dark, dark eyes she's got, but most of her features too down to the nose crinkle. time will tell, though, and she yawns and flails an arm not yet pudgy with a lot of decent feeding this young up at him-

T'skal: Now that she's safely nestled against him, he takes the supporting hand from her back in order to place a pinky in that tiny, flailing hand.

Tariza: -settles now she has that to inspect, though she can really only hang on to the pinkie, and not pull it to her a she'll learn to do -- crinkles nose against a yawn-

T'skal: Suddenly his weariness hits him again, this time more forcefully now that whatever tension and adrenaline was lingering was gone, and he pushes himself from the doorframe to make his way back to the bed. With only one hand, manages to somehow get at least mostly undressed and slips under the covers, Tariza still on his own chest.

Riza: -wasn't the only pair of dark, dark eyes watching him, actually, though she gets away with being unseen until he's practically face to face with him...though her little wince of pain at the bed shifting would be a give away, too-

T'skal: Eyes catch the movement of the wince, darting guiltily over to see if she was actually awake or if that had just been a product of sleep.

Riza: -oh no, sorry buddy, she's awake, and living with her would get you used to the fact that even in the nighttime, her eyes are so dark in their blackness that they're unmistakably visible. Her eyes only closed now because ouch, hurting, nose crinkle included, though it is softened just a bit by the corner of her mouth twitching-

T'skal: Gives a light sigh, a little annoyed that he'd been caught, since he was sure she had been watching him despite her eyes being closed now. However, he does recognize the pained expression and decides he's comfortable enough for the moment to not shift around

Riza: -she is sore, but it doesn't stop her shifting enough so she can lie against him too. if anything, having a leg looped over one of his has the same effect as a pillow between her legs, taking some of the pain in her lower back away - soft, if cracked and raspy- What are you all grumpy about? -strokes one of her daughter's little hands beside her, and it sort of hits her like it has been here and there since she gave birth; she's actually, terrifyingly a mother...and she ignores Maurynneth's soft snort, she who's been a mother numerous times over the Turns because shush, dragons-

T'skal: Who say's I'm grumpy? Has relaxed now that she's cuddled up to him

Riza: -shakes head tiredly against, though without real rancour- Fine, be that way then.

T'skal: smiles and kisses the top of her head. There was no way he could possibly be truly grumpy when surrounded by such beauty. But he wasn't about to speak that for fear of being accused of being a sap

Riza: -smiles genuinely at the gesture, though it becomes somewhat pensive as she watches the baby dropping off again, stroking her tiny fist- ...I'm not going to be like her. I keep telling myself that.

T'skal: You won't be. You already care for her too much to be anything like your mother. gaze shifts back to the tiny being on his chest, fingers lifting one of the itty-bitty hands and letting the fingers spread over the tip of his thumb

Riza: ...I'll keep telling myself that too, I guess. -little smile when Tari's fingers close in sleep around the thumb, though when she herself nuzzles closer, she winces before turning her head into his chest with a soft, somewhat pained groan- I'm not doing that again. Ever. Screw you.