Post by glamourie on Jun 13, 2009 18:40:16 GMT -5
But what is it?
It’s a cradle, Ciceroth.
But what IS a cradle?
Baby bed.
Human babies come out that small?
The bronze looked absolutely puzzled as he peered over Ka’rys’s shoulder - and literally, that was what he was doing, complete with an odd, almost uncomfortable position to give him a better view. He was careful to stay out of the fading light, but he was watching, his large wings twitching curiously. His tail flicked back and forth as he watched Ka’rys sand down the side of the… object… in his hands. It looked very, very small. Small enough that RysHis could carry it around. Human babies really did come out that tiny…? So tiny to fit in something that… that bitty? It struck him as bizarre. RysHis was small, yes, and the hatchling was small too, but that - that was just - miniature. Eyes whirling, Ciceroth leaned closer and received a hand to his snout, pushing at him to move away. He jerked back, snorted, and flipped his wings curiously, then went right back to staring. For all appearances, he surely looked odd, staring over his bonded’s shoulder with such an enraptured expression, but… he was… making it! Making a nest for his hatchling? Humans were so odd at times. He didn’t understand why SavitriCath’s wasn’t making the hatchling’s nest, either. She was the one who was going to clutch, after all.
Amused (and slightly irritated) by his bronze’s interest, Ka’rys carefully sanded off the side of the dark redwood cradle he was working on. It was sleigh-style, with little bars along the sides. He’d been working on it obsessively since Savitri told him of her pregnancy and now it was almost done. Polishing was all that was left. He wasn’t a woodcrafter, but he was good at making things like cradles and even some cribs, as well as trunks. He couldn’t do fancy designs, but babies didn’t care about fancy. He was pretty sure as long as it worked and looked decent, it’d be fine. Considering how long cradles were used, it didn’t have to be showy, either. It would only be in use until the baby could turn over, and then he’d have to move to a true crib, after all. When he was through, he rubbed the back of his hand on his nose and looked back at Ciceroth before shoving at the bronze’s snout again.
“Breathing room would be nice.”
I think I want one of these. It is cute.
Rolling his eyes, Ka’rys pushed his hands against the insides of the cradle, testing for whether or not it would hold. So far, so good…
Checkoth and His come.
Startled, the bronze rider looked up just in time to see the two-tailed brown dragon land a few paces away. In the fading light of late afternoon, he didn’t even notice the shadow. Then again, he had a bronze hovering over him. His eyebrows raised as R’wign (fire lizards and all) ambled over to him, while Checkoth squirmed up to Ciceroth and plopped down a few feet from the bronze… effectively destroying what little light he had left. He exhaled sharply, blowing a few strands of dark brown hair from his face as the brown weyrlingrider literally sprawled on the ground next to him. His gaze followed R’wign critically, and he raised an eyebrow at him in silent inquiry. The mob of fire lizards (save for the gold one) clustered onto the brown dragon nearby, for once silent. Sometimes fate was merciful.
“I thought you’d want something to eat. I didn’t see you at lunch or dinner,” R’wign said and indicated the basket he brought with him. For all appearances, the healer was completely sincere. He’d been off shift for a few hours and had little better to do. Most people would believe him without hesitation - but Ka’rys wasn’t most people and he knew R’wign. R’wign was very well aware of how well the bronze rider knew him as well but that did not stop him from talking on and ignoring the almost accusing look that passed over the elder’s face. “So I brought you food before your weyrmate hunts you down and yells at you for starving yourself.”
“How considerate of you…”
“I even left out the red meat.” R’wign stretched and removed several articles from the basket, most of which were either fish (which R’wign didn’t eat) and vegetable pieces. Then he put out a skin of water and turned to look at Ka’rys--
Who glared at him. R’wign blinked quizzically, and Ka’rys cocked his head to the side before fishing up a grilled tuber between two fingers. “What’s your angle?”
“Angle? What angle? I don’t have an angle --”
“Don’t play me for stupid…”
It’s a cradle, Ciceroth.
But what IS a cradle?
Baby bed.
Human babies come out that small?
The bronze looked absolutely puzzled as he peered over Ka’rys’s shoulder - and literally, that was what he was doing, complete with an odd, almost uncomfortable position to give him a better view. He was careful to stay out of the fading light, but he was watching, his large wings twitching curiously. His tail flicked back and forth as he watched Ka’rys sand down the side of the… object… in his hands. It looked very, very small. Small enough that RysHis could carry it around. Human babies really did come out that tiny…? So tiny to fit in something that… that bitty? It struck him as bizarre. RysHis was small, yes, and the hatchling was small too, but that - that was just - miniature. Eyes whirling, Ciceroth leaned closer and received a hand to his snout, pushing at him to move away. He jerked back, snorted, and flipped his wings curiously, then went right back to staring. For all appearances, he surely looked odd, staring over his bonded’s shoulder with such an enraptured expression, but… he was… making it! Making a nest for his hatchling? Humans were so odd at times. He didn’t understand why SavitriCath’s wasn’t making the hatchling’s nest, either. She was the one who was going to clutch, after all.
Amused (and slightly irritated) by his bronze’s interest, Ka’rys carefully sanded off the side of the dark redwood cradle he was working on. It was sleigh-style, with little bars along the sides. He’d been working on it obsessively since Savitri told him of her pregnancy and now it was almost done. Polishing was all that was left. He wasn’t a woodcrafter, but he was good at making things like cradles and even some cribs, as well as trunks. He couldn’t do fancy designs, but babies didn’t care about fancy. He was pretty sure as long as it worked and looked decent, it’d be fine. Considering how long cradles were used, it didn’t have to be showy, either. It would only be in use until the baby could turn over, and then he’d have to move to a true crib, after all. When he was through, he rubbed the back of his hand on his nose and looked back at Ciceroth before shoving at the bronze’s snout again.
“Breathing room would be nice.”
I think I want one of these. It is cute.
Rolling his eyes, Ka’rys pushed his hands against the insides of the cradle, testing for whether or not it would hold. So far, so good…
Checkoth and His come.
Startled, the bronze rider looked up just in time to see the two-tailed brown dragon land a few paces away. In the fading light of late afternoon, he didn’t even notice the shadow. Then again, he had a bronze hovering over him. His eyebrows raised as R’wign (fire lizards and all) ambled over to him, while Checkoth squirmed up to Ciceroth and plopped down a few feet from the bronze… effectively destroying what little light he had left. He exhaled sharply, blowing a few strands of dark brown hair from his face as the brown weyrlingrider literally sprawled on the ground next to him. His gaze followed R’wign critically, and he raised an eyebrow at him in silent inquiry. The mob of fire lizards (save for the gold one) clustered onto the brown dragon nearby, for once silent. Sometimes fate was merciful.
“I thought you’d want something to eat. I didn’t see you at lunch or dinner,” R’wign said and indicated the basket he brought with him. For all appearances, the healer was completely sincere. He’d been off shift for a few hours and had little better to do. Most people would believe him without hesitation - but Ka’rys wasn’t most people and he knew R’wign. R’wign was very well aware of how well the bronze rider knew him as well but that did not stop him from talking on and ignoring the almost accusing look that passed over the elder’s face. “So I brought you food before your weyrmate hunts you down and yells at you for starving yourself.”
“How considerate of you…”
“I even left out the red meat.” R’wign stretched and removed several articles from the basket, most of which were either fish (which R’wign didn’t eat) and vegetable pieces. Then he put out a skin of water and turned to look at Ka’rys--
Who glared at him. R’wign blinked quizzically, and Ka’rys cocked his head to the side before fishing up a grilled tuber between two fingers. “What’s your angle?”
“Angle? What angle? I don’t have an angle --”
“Don’t play me for stupid…”