As Pern Turns (Rosa)

[Requiem]

A'nd had the straps thrown casually over a shoulder. His dark eyes were flashing with muted delight - a smug sort of delight - at the fresh leather smell to them. He'd spent a fair amount of time getting them just right. It was a skill he turned out to have a knack for, as he'd discovered soon into weyrlinghood, having helped several of his classmates make their riding straps as was required. These were undertaken with very nearly the same particular care he put into Xinatenth's own straps. He'd noticed that, though still serviceable, Istarith's straps were getting old and worn. Which naturally prompted him to steal one of the sets so he could make her a proper one. Part of his amusement was knowing that Rosana had been Displeased to find her straps missing and he'd actually done a fair job of not giving himself away or getting caught in the first place. Really, though, he knew that with little Rio the greenrider probably didn't have the time to make new straps, and he was ever-so-pleased with his impromptu gift.

A short distance ahead of the young bluerider, Cootie scampered, occasionally bounding forward in small leaps as she played a game with the odd shadows the glowbaskets cast. The little huntress had a task all her own, and a very special purpose. Namely, it was her job to investigate Rosana's weyr to make sure there weren't any douchebags hanging around. That was actually how he knew said douchebag still spent some time in Rosana's furs. It had been an...informative...discovery. The bluerider didn't like to think about it much, and really he wasn't trying to sneak around or anything but he didn't think he could be in the same room with Douchebag. He'd seen the man occasionally after he'd sorted through the odd feelings at finding Rosa pregnant, but not in recent turns. Not since he'd accidentally gotten a glimpse of them, which was before he Impressed to Xinatenth.

The green salamandyr skittered under the door and made a beeline for a chubby leg and bare toes, which she immediately set to licking in her own version of tickling the toddler. All clear.

A'nd knocked on the door. "Hey, Rosa." Another impatient knock. "Let me in, slowpoke." There was brusque cheer in his voice, his manner snotty just for her. It had become a game he played, this throwback to an earlier time, if only because it made it easier for him when she was giving him that irritated bossy older sister look. There was a reason for that but he didn't like to think too hard on it, either. Another knock. "Hurry uuuuup." When the door finally opened he flashed a quirky grin down at her and squeezed past, tossing the straps onto the bed and eyeing her with a smug expression, just waiting for her to put it all together and identify him as that irritating straps thief from before.

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The fact that her straps were missing had sent her on a rampage, flinging everything about in her weyr to try to find the blasted things. Clothes still littered her floors, carefully crafted leathers and dresses thoroughly discarded without a care, though the little toddler's things were untouched. It was obvious then when ever something went missing, Rosanna went nuts.

"Really how could I misplace something like that?" the query rang out in the weyr, muffled against the furniture so unlike the echoing that had first greeted the greenrider when she and Istarith first moved in after the transfer. The young woman snatched up the giggling toddler who was waving something that looked vaguely like the headwoman's keys, and glanced over at the green lounging on her couch before snapping up the keys and putting them on the dresser to be returned later.

You've been saying that since you lost them, the green commented idly, not really answering her rider's question, but not really... not, I'm sure they'll turn up eventually, now how about cleaning up the weyr?

Rosanna scoffed and rolled her eyes at the idle green before putting Rioana down, still vaguely annoyed at the albinorider who named her for doing just that, while she was unconscious at that. Though it fit, and certainly gave her quite the nice nickname. Allowing her daily question to be ignored, Rosanna set to picking up the clothes, some of which would have to be washed again. Once her weyr was ravaged by anything it rarely got picked up any earlier than a day, usually the young woman was too busy trying to find out where Rioana had run off to. So when the green salamandyr made its way into her weyr, her under things at least had been stashed away and Cotton jumped chittering out of her bed of dresses to run over and join Cootie in tickling Rioana. Always nice to wake up from a nap and have play time with the hatchling and siblings.

With Rioana's giggles tickling her ears, a quick glance showing her that the toddler had taken to running from the greens and trying to hide in some of the piles of clothing, Rosa made her way to the door to A'nd's inquiries, "I am not that slow!"

It was really annoying how tall he'd gotten.

"So what's so impo-" Rosanna began before her eyes landed on the straps, eyes widening before narrowing and snapping back to A'nd. "...You do realize I ransacked my weyr you little imp!"

Her last word was emphasized by her throw of a pillow, having quickly bent and snatched up the one she had thrown off the bed just that morning in hopes of finding the straps under them but with no luck, and hopefully that same pillow just hit A'nd in the face.

"You could have asked!" Rosanna said childishly, huffing as she stalked over to take a look at the straps. There was no doubt though, that even as she walked over there was a tinge of gratitude in her voice. She really had been in need of some new straps.

"'nd help!" Rioana squealed as the attack on her continued, climbing onto the bed to jump onto the bluerider a moment later.

[Requiem]

"Slow enough," he commented cheekily.

The smile broadened into full bloom the moment she interrupted herself, expression shifting in such a way that he knew she'd connected the dots in near record time. Given the state of the weyr...it seemed her straps had never been far from her mind. That or she'd managed to lose something he hadn't stolen as well, which was just as (possibly even more) amusing.

Snatching the pillow out of the air, the bluerider smirked at his shorter friend. "Could have," he agreed laughingly, wrinkling his nose at her in a playfully peevish manner. The teen blinked and half-turned toward Rioana when she shouted his name. Oh! The pillow was promptly dropped in favor of catching flying super toddlers. A'nd allowed her momentum to help spin him about as he held her snuggly about her baby ribs, then the bluerider cuddled her to his chest and gave her a sloppy raspberry on the cheek. "Pffft. It's a flying Rio!"

Glancing to one side as if about to divulge a really big secret, the young man whispered to the girl, "You do realize the 'mandyrs can jump too." As if on cue, Cootie executed a flying leap for his face. A'nd exaggerated the surprised expression after a second or two and laughed when she jumped on top of Rioana's head. "Now what can we do? My hands are full and you have a Cootie hat."