News of a Birth (Jan's clan)

[brimstone81]

Janesa had heard through the grapevine that her ex's little hussy had given birth, again. This time to a boy. Great, just what they needed. But then again, it was her son that was a bronzerider and the Weyrsecond! His little tramps could take that! Especially that dim wit Wepari, who's son had only gotten a brown, and wasn't going any where. She smiled a bit to herself, and she would have two daughters to stand for the queen egg. She supposed that Maytra's daughter was just over the age line now and couldn't stand, but then there was Islaneki's chittery twit to stand this time.

Well, she needed to make time to meet with her children, and decided this would be the best time to tell them of their newest sibling. If any of them cared anyway. She saw J'var first. Her sweet boy Janivar. How proud of him she was. She greeted him with open arms, "Oh, J'var, my pet, how are you doing?"

He allowed his mother an embrace, "Fine, Mother."

"Keeping up with your important relationships?" Of course meant to sound like a general question, he knew she meant with Jenafa. J'var knew she didn't want to see her golden boy rise up to Weyrsecond only to tumble down because of neglect or no good reason.

"Yes, Mother." So far so good. Things were decent and there was no large mishaps or tragedies. He looked at her with a playful grin, "Holding down the fort down here?"

She laughed, "Oh, of course. Some people need my firm hand other wise nothing would get done! Glad you could come. Sit and eat. I invited your sisters. I have some news for you." She looked over where a drudge was standing at the door and waved her over, "I'll have Blessa bring some wine and food."

"Oh? What kind of news? Have you eliminated all of Janirsa's competition?" He sat where she had put a glass, and a druge had come to pour him some wine.

Janesa chuckled, "I could only wish. No, nothing like that. We'll wait until your sisters have come to tell, okay?"

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Janirsa put on one of her dresses which she knew was her mother’s favorite and smoothed it out. Being the headwoman’s daughter had its perks especially when it came to clothes and chores. Poor Laszreen, she had to wear drudge clothes and do drudge work while Janirsa barely had to do any and she certainly didn’t wear any drudge clothing. A smirk crossed her features as she thought about her most hated rival and how the girl had been such a spoiled brat before she came to the Weyr and now she was doing drudge work. Oh sweet karma. But then again if it was karma Janirsa would probably get her bad things coming soon because she was rather spoiled and snobby at times.

After running her brush through her dark hair and fixing it with a pin Janirsa slipped on her shoes and exited her room. Her mother had requested for her three children to meet her and if Larissa was coming along that meant it wasn’t that important. Important matters were usually only discussed with the ambitious children, not the lazy one. Janirsa walked leisurely to the Weyrhall and once she entered her caramel colored eyes searched the tables for her mother. She spotted Janesa and J’var at his wing’s table and she made her way over to it, putting on a smile for her mother and brother. Thankfully her dead glow of a sister wasn’t there yet to spoil the moment.

“Mother, J’var, it is nice to see you both. What is the occasion?” Janirsa kissed first her mother’s cheek and then her brother’s before taking a seat next to J’var. She motioned to the drudge for a glass of wine and once it was poured she took a sip of the rich liquid. “How is Ionuth?” She asked J’var with interest. The bronze had always interested since he was a dragon but she hadn’t ever talked to him or anything.

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Larissa was not looking forward to this family dinner. She wasn't sure why it was even being called. Mainly she hoped it was not going to be about the Gold egg on the sands. Lara had no desire to impress a Queen and though her sister would love one, she'd rather not hear them talk about it all night. Smoothing out her simple red dress, she slipped into her matching slippers. Mother was unpredictable.

The youngest of her three children, Larissa was least liked by her mother. While, her father, L'var doted on her beauty, her mother resented her. She never asked to be anything out of the ordinary. In fact the only thing she had gotten out of it that seemed worth it was her firelizard, Cymmi. Mother had gotten one of the four as well. Two in one family, quite an interesting thing.

Cymmi would not let her leave without him, so he perched on her shoulder as he liked to do. The blonde had her long hair up in a fashion that would be more likely to be seen at a Gather than a family dinner. She had really wanted to try the new clip out and she took so much pleasure in the simplicity of her things that it would please her mother to see her striving to look nicer than a common drudge.

Knocking on her mother's door, a slight bit tentative, she entered. They never waited for the door to be opened. "Good evening mother, J'var, Janirsa." She smiled at them all. Probably not something any of them wanted to see. Lara wasn't about to ask why she had been called to a family dinner but she hoped her mother would speak up and soon. Her nerves were beginning to get the better of her. Cymmi, sensing his owner's distress, proceeded to glare at the other people in the room and make noises whenever anyone moved too quickly for his liking.

[brimstone81]

Her first daughter, her obedient daughter, her best daughter came first. Janesa smiled, recieving her daughter Janirsa. "How lovely it is to see you, my darling. My, my, you look absolutly lovely Janirsa. As always, of course." Janesa had high hopes for her daughter, just as she had for Janivar, well, J'var. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself. She should wait for her other daughter so no one could say she was never fair. It was no matter as her daughter went to pay respects to her brother. Good children, both of them.

J'var brushed his lips across the top of his sister's hand in greeting, but to also please his mother. He wasn't as close to either of his sisters, especially since he had Impressed over two turns ago. "I hope you fare well today, sister? Ionuth is well, he is living true to his hide color, trying to romance his queen almost every living breath." He smiled, he was somewhat rubbing it in his rank. Of course, she had the chance to outrank him still if she managed to impress the little gold demon on the sands. "He is well, I am well, I am just wanting to know why our mother has found reason to gather us all together."

He looked up and saw Larissa, he could tell his mother did too as he hear her stiff breath. Before he could speak, the arrogant tone of his mother's voice came first, "Why Larissa, are you a bride now? Such a red does not flatter you." Never a compliment from the old crone. J'var had thought she looked just fine, the red made his sister look light and glowy, but he knew Janesa never made an effort to up Larissa's confidence after his sister turned 5.

"Anyway, now that we are all here I can tell you the news that I have heard. It is more of a concern to you than to me." She lifted her chin a little in a triumphant pose, "Well, I suppose there is a few morsels my little informants have told me. One good thing is for you, Janirsa. It seems that your half sister Mavara will not be allowed to stand because she is now twenty one and too old." She let them soak that in, it was certainly a good thing for Janirsa. Not that L'var's other brats were any competition for her sweetlings. "Oh, and, your father's bedmate Zeritha spawned another little tunnelsnake. It's a boy, I think the name is, uh, Lithavar. No. Oh, it's Thalivar, yeah, that's what Fregga told me. So congratulations, you have a new sibling."

Well, Zeritha had been with their father for over ten turns, to call her his bedmate was an understatment. She was his weyrmate, but J'var figured that Janesa didn't want him to be weyrmates with any one after her. Especially since their relationship lasted longer than the few turns Janesa and L'var had. J'var took a drink of wine from infront of him. This new brother was twenty turns younger than him. J'var might even be Weyrleader before the kid was old enough to stand a hatching, let along Impress. It had no real affect on him, other than there would be another kid with part of his name, maybe, around.