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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 4, 2009 19:13:01 GMT -5
Rory finished working for the day had gone to pick up his son from the Creche. As much as he loved his work he wished he didn't have to. Every moment of Nishor's life that he missed, he felt sorry for. Though the boy was less concerned with leaving his father. Rory supposed that was how all children were. His beloved son was going to be two sooner than later, the turns had been passing so quickly. As he apprached the creche he peaked his head through the doorway to hear:
"DADDEEEEE!!!!" The boy walked towards his father though not far before Rory scooped him up. "Ready to go home?"
"Yesss."
"Good we have a special visitor for dinner tonight."
The boy giggled and held on to his father who carried him all the way home.
Tonight Rory had his sister Allior make something and send it over to his rooms for dinner. Allior took good care of making sure both he and Nishor ate good meals instead of having to go to the Weyrhall every night. True to her word, when he entered his rooms, he found that the food had been brought in, still warm. He smiled. She must have brought it over herself.
"Down you go little man." He said, setting him in the blocked off, kid safe area he had created for Nishor. Gadget, the canine, walked over to his master and waited patiently. The canine had become the perfect family pet. He was calm around Nishor, barked if anyone came to the door trying to scare them off and made certain that Rory was okay when he felt lonely. " I bet you are hungry boy. I hope this is good, I snuck it from the kitchens this morning." Rory unwrapped the bland chicken and rice mixture and placed it in the canine's bowl near the table.
He set out plates for three people and hoped Nisha was really coming tonight. Nishor had not seen her in some time which was understandable with graduating and being an adult rider. She did a lot better than the male riders who never visited their offspring.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 4, 2009 19:44:32 GMT -5
No, you'll get oiled tomorrow, after drills. I'm late for dinner, and you know I need to eat more than you.
Nisha was really excited for dinner that evening. She was finally adjusting to the drill cycle of her Wing, and could finally stay awake after drills. Sure, she was sore, but she could talk. And she missed seeing her son. He was at the point that he was beginning to speak, and she didn't want him growing up without her. It wasn't an entirely normal feeling for the Weyr, but nothing about his parentage suggested that he ever be normal, and she rather liked that.
Tapping on the door, she stuck her head inside.
"Sorry I'm late. I'm I still invited for dinner?" Nisha called in, looking around the little room that Rory had fixed up for himself and their son.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 4, 2009 19:54:15 GMT -5
The tapping on the door, set Gadget to barking but upon hearing her voice, he stopped. She was someone who was allowed, according to the canine. The happy mutt went back to eating his own meal. Before Rory could say anything, Nishor saw her.
"MOMMMEEEEEE!" He stood up clapping his hands and fell back on his bottom from imbalance. Then he smiled up at her.
Rory answered, "You are welcome anytime, you know that. Besides I was running late myself. Had just enough time to get everything ready." He motioned towards the table, though he anticipated that she would want to bring Nishor to the table. The boy's sippy cup was on the counter which was promptly filled with a mix of water and juice.
" I'm pretty sure Allior made this just for us." His sister was not as good as the head cook but she was still very good at what she did. He couldn't complain since he couldn't cook and it beat eating at the Weyrhall. Rory took the sippy cup and set it down next to the highchair he had made for Nishor. Luckily, he was good with his hands.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 4, 2009 21:00:51 GMT -5
"Nissshor!" Nisha cried out, trying to match the noisy tot's yell. Sure, she probably shouldn't encourage him, but being able yell was a good thing in a Dragonrider, and not a bad thing in a Drudge either. Walking into the room and heading underringly for Nishor, the Wingrider scooped her child up and carried him over to the table.
As she walked over, she started up a steady stream of conversation with her son.
"How are you?" To which he replied with a endearing smile that he was, "Good good. Hungry!"
She laughed, and placed him into the chair that Rory had designed. It was a good thing Rory could build things, because Nishor could have squirmed out of anything not built for him.
"How was work, Rory?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 4, 2009 21:12:44 GMT -5
Rory watched the interaction of mother and son with a warm smile. Nisha would always be very dear to him and Nishor. He only wished certain others could see that they were a family because of their differences instead of in spite of them. He made sure to place food on both plates and then the things that were edible for Nishor were on a smaller plate next to Rory.
"Oh, work was the same old thing. We had some issues in the Weyrhall. It would be nice if some of the riders did not think breaking chairs was acceptable during a fist fight. " The drudge had not had anything exciting that day but every so often he had an interesting repair to do.
"How is Triveni Wing? I hear they are all very pleasant. Barsamith must be proud to be in one of the top three wings in the Weyr." Any rider who made it into Triveni, Pyralis or Zahra were considered the best of the best. Rory knew that and he was a simple drudge. A dragon would take it much more seriously.
He went about putting some food on a sthingy and bringing it to Nishor's mouth. The boy had snack before leaving the Creche they did their best to get the kids to eat there but Nishor preffered Aunt Allior's food. After the boy swallowed, Rory gave him the sippy cup which he was too young for according to his sister. Nishor seemed to catch on quickly though and with some help from Rory drank his juice out of the cup.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 5, 2009 1:54:44 GMT -5
Nisha laughed at the comment about Rider fist fights. She wondered if her uncle, N'zule, had anything to do with the broken chairs, and had a sneaking suspicion that he had. Or, at the very least, he'd been part of the conflict that lead to broken chairs. His Wing, after all, was one of the crazier ones. She was very pleased that Triveni, one of the wings known for steadiness, had tapped her, though she'd been surprised that one of the top three would have picked her, being as she'd been a pregnant Weyrling, and that she'd insisted on taking care of every unhappy Weyrling around. She'd figured that as a liability, not an asset.
"I'll let my wing know if anyone tries to break anything." Nisha promised with a mischievous grin. "Are you going to break any chairs, Nishor?"
"Yes! Snap, crack, boom!" Nishor wrinkled his nose, and shook his fist to impress upon his mother how serious he was. She giggled, and took her own seat.
She didn't bother to try and help feed Nishor. She'd tried a few times(okay, twice), and both times it had been a disaster. It seemed far wiser to allow Rory to just continue feeding Nishor like he always did. Taking a bite of her own food, she leaned back into her chair and smiled.
"Tell me, why don't I eat here more often? Allior always slips you the best food out of the side of the kitchen. Eating with my Wingmates- who are all really sweet, by the way, is not worth missing this."
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 5, 2009 7:17:24 GMT -5
"Eh, theres nothing for it really. Men will be men, I suppose." The Headwoman and he had come to the conclusion that it could not be stopped. Fighting was not particularly something that made the Weyrleaders happy but it was not exactly forbidden either. Rory would just have to deal with it. He was used to it by now anyway.
He did not correct the boy though Rory would prefer he did not want to break anything. After all, he was one of the people who had to fix it! Maybe that was the point though. He fed Nishor another bite of food before sneaking in a bite for himself. Allior had made sure they had been given some of the best. It was always good to be a family member of a cook. Anyone who had one knew that. Dragonriders didn't know what they were missing.
"Well it is more convenient to go to the Weyrhall when you are tired." He said understandingly. Of course she would be tired doing drills with a real wing and one of the best which meant even more work. "It is good to get to know your wingmates well though. When you all fly together you have to know eachother well. While we do miss you here, Nishor is very proud to have a mother dragonrider. I've told him many times how brave you are."
Nishor smiled at his mother. "I love mommy."
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 5, 2009 12:13:20 GMT -5
Nisha grinned, and reached over to ruffle Nishor's hair(thankfully, it wasn't as curly as her own, but it definitely had a bounce that spoke of curls to it).
"Love you to, sweetie." She told her son seriously. Then she took another bite of food.
"Yeah, drills- if young men knew about those, no one would ever want to Impress. Though Barsamith seems to like it, Faranath knows why." Nisha shook her head in mock horror.
"It's unseemly to have a dragon who wakes you up because she's excited for practice." After minute of contemplation on the food she was eating, Nisha spoke again.
"So how is the creche working out for both of you?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 6, 2009 7:21:45 GMT -5
"I bet that the dragons enjoy it more because they don't get berated by the Wingleader if something is not done well enough." Rory said thinking of all the times Delith seemed more happy to go to work than N'zule had. Nothing really got under his skin enough to make him upset, except talking about N'zule. Thinking about him so much was bad enough. At least he did not visit Nishor very often.
Rory fed another bite to the charming child who seemed perfectly content whether he was getting food or not. Nishor was a good boy, perfect in Rory's eyes. The question about the Creche made him want to laugh. He didn't know who was more delighted to see who at the Creche, the nannios or his son.
"Well our son is a big charmer and all the nannies adore him. He's definately a favorite. He plays very well with the other kids. Sometime's Allior's daughters like to play with him like he's their baby. It's very cute." Rory said smiling.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 21, 2009 14:18:15 GMT -5
Nisha nodded seriously. Actually, she'd never thought of it that way. And it was true- most Bronzes wouldn't berate a Green unless she was truly off in every way. Not that Browns or Blues would anymore than a Bronze. But Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and occasionally even Wingthirds would certainly tell off a Wingrider. And being the newly graduated Wingrider meant that she bore the brunt of it.
Nisha's face rounded with her smile, as she gazed(rather adoringly, to be honest, but she never had to deal with any issues Nishor caused, so she had a right to be) at her son.
"You are a charmer, Nishor," she told him seriously. "Do you like the nannies?"
Nishor nodded, and mumbled something unintelligible. Nisha clucked at him.
"Finish eating first!" She reminded him."
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 22, 2009 7:41:39 GMT -5
Rory felt some fur go past his feet. Gadget laid down right underneath them. He knew the canine was waiting for scraps though he did not wait under Nishor. The boy was good at dropping things however the canine would get more at once if he waited and so he did. Rory was actually glad he didn't have to clean up the floor after Nishor.
Making sure the boy finished his food, Rory got in a few bites for himself. "You know, I bet he would like to see Barsamith sometime. He is not afraid of anything. " It would be good for Nisha to bring the two together. It would also give Nishor something to tell all his friends about and would keep him excited for quite a while after.
Despite his own life as a drudge he hoped that Nishor would want to ride dragons. Although he would never force anything on the boy. Nishor would hopefully get dragon fever like the other weyrbrats and want one no matter how many attempts it took. Rory was not so dragon mad as a youth but it sure would have made relationships easier on him.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 22, 2009 19:57:26 GMT -5
Nisha nodded again. Rory, as usual, was full of good ideas. To be honest, if they had actually been in a relationship other than the friendship that had morphed out of her feelings about him being an uncle figure, it would have bothered her. However, they weren't, and thus it didn't bother her.
"Barsamith might like that as well." Nisha mused, and then remembered that she had always promised herself to remember that Nishor was there, and could speak back to her. She didn't want to be like many Greenriding parents who just asked how the child was doing in front of the child, congratulated or scolded their child, and then left. And she usually prospered in her attempt.
"Well, Nishor, would you like to meet my dragon?" Nisha asked, looking seriously at her son. Like most Weyrbrats, she was sure her son had seen dragons, but actually being introduced to one was a big deal. While she waited for his answer, she took several more bites of the delicious food Rory had procured.
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