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Embarrassing Toddlers {Eza}
Topic Started: Apr 19 2010, 02:01 PM (274 Views)
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"Rissa, this isn't a playground." Trying to sound stern as she watched her daughter clamber up the steps to the Personal draogn weyrs, Lissa nearly rolled her eyes when the only response she got was a rather cheeky grin. Despite the now biting chill in the air, she still refused to wear her jacket without a good argument, which was why Lissa was chasing her. She'd just finished a shift in the infirmary, so she was tired and her feet hurt, but that didn't stop her enjoying Rissa's laughter as she gave chase. She'd been expecting her to fall over several times already, but evidently, Rissa was more steady on her feet than she used to be. Maybe it was without so many people around, she could practice more? She didn't know, but whatever had caused this increase in skill, it was tiring for Lissa to keep up with.

She'd honestly never thought of fostering her. Though she might have been able to remain a candidate if she had, but... She was a healer, she'd been taught responsibilty for such a long time... Good lot of help that was. She'd still been stupid enough to allow herself to get swept off her feet by a charming rider, something that would never happen again. Still, the same thing that had encouraged her in healing stopped her from aborting her pregancy in any way possible, and she'd had the means to do so too, but even then she'd known it was a life... Someone. Not something. Thinking back on it now, it made her even queasy to think that someone would risk that their child would be as precious as Rissa... That same thing had stopped her fostering her, Rissa was her baby, and therefore her responsibility.

Glancing up as she reached the top of the stairs, Lissa realised with a shock of panic that she could no longer see Rissa in the hall, which meant... Scanning her gaze from side to side, all the colour plummeted from her face as she heard her daughter's very clear voice.
"Are you my Da?" Of all the- She'd never heard her ask that, it had to be something one of the other weyrbrats put in her head, because Rissa didn't know what a father was, she'd never had one. So... Oh for the love of Faranth, why was it always a brown rider? WHat had she done to have her mistake rubbed in her face?
"Rissa!" There was a sharp scolding note in her voice as seh glared at her daughter, who jumped with the shock of a child who knows they were doing something wrong, and... Promptly hid behind the brown-rider.
"No!"
"No, what?" Anger pierced y confusion, Lissa's expression did a complete turn around to bemusemetn as she watched her daughter defiantly hugging the brownrider's leg.
"No!"
"Oh for the love of-" Pressing her fingers against her eyes, Lissa forced herself to take a deep, calming breath before managing a smile at the brown rider.
"I'm sorry, she should know better than to bother riders, but she knows she's in trouble. Rissa, come here."
"No."
"Don't you 'no' me, young lady."
"No. Stay."
"Why?" Lissa's confusion grew as she watched the girl, who in a flash of movemetn, ran to the brown dragon and clambered up on him, smiling again,
"Rhi!" Oh, that made sense at least.
"No, Rissa-bub. That's not Rhiunth."
"Not?" Now she looked crestfallen, and she hugged the brown closer to her, Lissa shook her head, of all the dragons she had to attach to,
"No, now, you're going to make him mad. Come down, now. I really am sorry about all this..." The last directed at the rider, it took Lissa a few moments to realise that ARissa hadn'[t moved, and had instead buried her face against the brown's hide.
"Oh, Rissa!"
"No, my brown."
Edited by Subtle Mystery, Apr 19 2010, 02:01 PM.
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I hear little feet. Lyroth’s amused voice roused his Rider from a light doze and D’ane pushed himself into a sitting position to give the dragon a vaguely incredulous look.
“Um. ‘Little feet’? What do you mean by that, Lyroth?” Dane scrubbed a hand across his face, unconsciously trying to physically wipe the sleepiness and the cobwebs from his mind. Lyroth’s meaning became clear a moment later when a small child plunged right into the weyr, right in the middle of what D’ane considered to be his space, of which he was rather possessive and included Lyroth’s alcove and ledge. The Brown-Rider eyed the child like one would a savage beast they expect to attack at any moment. Well, he knew the child wasn’t dangerous, but D’ane’s experience with children was...Limited, at best. He glanced hopefully past the child, hoping to see a woman trailing after her, or someone who could steer the child away from him before he made some sort of obvious error and made the child cry.

Lyroth, on the other hand, suffered no hesitation or anxiety, lifting his head from the ground, although the rest of his body remained comfortably sprawled across his couch, eyeing the child with whirling eyes sparkling in amusement.
Little feet. He confirmed with a vaguely triumphant note in his voice, sliding a glance at His, who stood somewhat nervously in front of the curtained entrance to the rest of the weryr, still looking vaguely uneasy by the child’s presence.
"Are you my Da?" Lyroth huffed noisily in the equivalent of a Dragon-laugh, the sound continuing when the dragon saw the way his Rider’s face went a lovely shade of white underneath his olive-toned skin.
“Uh...Um...What? No. No, I’m not your, uhh...Father.”

The child was seriously disturbed. There was no other explanation for why she’d claim a random Rider as her father. Shards, why him? Why couldn’t she find some other unsuspecting Brownrider? It wasn’t that D’ane didn’t like kids, because he did, but he couldn’t stand it when they cried, and kids cried a lot. But he felt terrible every time they shed a tear, and usually he’d caused it because of some silly mistake or other. D’ane watched in silence as the – mother? – scolded the girl, his expression once again smooth and calm, although a muscle in his cheek twitched when the child clung to his leg and a smile threatened. He absently patted the girl’s hair, intending to nudge her towards her mother, but she was off again and climbing on Lyroth.

With any other Dragon, D’ane might have been concerned that the dragon would be upset by the child, but with Lyroth, D’ane knew the girl was perfectly safe. He watched as Lyroth did his own version of a feline’s purr, blowing a warm breath of air over the girl and lowering his head so she could reach him better. Lyroth angled his head slightly so he could look at D’ane, his expression somewhat peevish.
Who is this Rhiunth? That is not me. I am Lyroth!
“She’s just a child, Lyroth. She doesn’t really know the difference from one Brown to the next.”
“His name is Lyroth...Rissa, is it? And it’s fine, Lyroth is harmless.”
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For all her impressive manner of speech for a two turn old, Rissa still couldn't pronounce long, or difficult names. Lyroth, though vaguely simple, was still beyond her reach and after a few moments of trying to work out how to say his name, she came to a logical solution: shorten it.
"Lyrri?" Saying the name as a question, the little girl pointed again at the brown dragon, ignoring that her mother frowned at her as she did so.
"Lyrri?" Evidently, she wasn't going to wait for an answer, for she nodded, curls abounce and all and then sat promptly infront of the dragon.
"Rissa." She spoke almost quietly, pointing at her chest to indicate she was talking about herself, and then pointing to Lissa,
"Tha's Mama." Looking for all the world as though she were instructing the dragon, she then pointed to D'ane.
"And tha's Da."

Lissa would have gladly died of embarrassment right about then, considering that of all children, it had to be her daughter that was claiming the poor brown rider - why a Thread-forsaken brown rider? - as her father, and Rissa didn't even really know what the idea of a father was, she'd never had one and therefore how could she possibly know what she was asking for?
"I'm Carlissa, I'm one of the healer's here." If anything, her voice held a slightly distant note to it, caution and professionalism mixing with her role as a mother as she watched her child carefully while she played with a creature more than ten times her size on the edge of a cliff.
"I'm not worried that he'll hurt her, in fact I'm more worried she'll fall off his ledge."

"Hey Da! Tell me a story pwease?"
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