Who

Hannah, Th'seus

What

Just a quiet night in the 'Kitten. It's these quiet moments that are treasured in a hectic life!

When

It is evening of the seventh day of the fourth month of the second turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date

 

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"I think Vossuth is going to bite Sikorth's tail off at the next flight."


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The Tipsy Kitten

Here there be drunkards: a marble bar and the gorgeous array of colored bottles behind it would be enough to draw them in, but more yet lures those to enjoy the recreation the Kitten has to offer. Windows allow light to naturally illuminate the first floor of the tavern in the daytime, while green-tinted glows shine after nightfall. A door behind the bar leads to the tiny kitchen, while a stairway leads above to the rooms available for rent. Among the hubbub and the ruckus, a calamity of tables scatter through the open space, plenty enough for dragonpoker tournaments on restday eve.


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-- On Pern --
It is 6:25 PM where you are.
It is evening of the seventh day of the fourth month of the second turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the sixty-seventh day of Spring and 75 degrees. A passing storm thunders overhead. Lightning flashes and thunder booms.
In Southern:
It is the sixty-seventh day of Autumn and 96 degrees. It is partly cloudy, but still warm and bright. Clouds have started to drift across the sky again. The jungles are almost dry.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the sixty-seventh day of Autumn and 14 degrees. It's really damn cold out.




The months have seen a slow improvement on Th'seus' overall mobility. In fact, in recent sevens his limp has decreased and is almost non-existent now. With today's weather being decent enough, the bronzerider has spent his restday down at the Kitten. Not that he's completely wasted, mind you. Just pleasently tipsy. And he's probably a cheap drunk by now, given the /lack/ of time he's spent on things like this. However, now as the evening wears on he takes up a side table and seems to be waiting for someone to join him. He takes short sips of his beer, attention drifting out the window now and again. The bar itself is busy, full of people who have recently escaped their day's work.

A break in the autumn storms is always welcome with everyone spending time mostly outdoors, especially as the clouds seem to be gathering to drift across the skies once more. Hannah's steps are light, the care in her attire lending the air of just escaping the drudgery of meetings in the dark green dress that clings tight to torso, only to fall in soft fullness of skirt. A bright yellow sash completes the outfit as do the yellow flats. Her hair is down, however, giving the senior weyrwoman a fresh-faced, youthful demeanor. Squeezing through the crowds, the goldrider beelines towards one table. Pouncing behind Th'seus, small hands press over his eyes as an impish voice demands, "Guess who." Everyone likes to mess with the tipsy person, right?

A person who is happily tipsy is fun to mess with, usually. When the hands go over his eyes, he reaches behind him to wrap his hands around tiny familiar wrists. "I'm having a hard time placing your voice…" He starts with a round of gregarious laughter. "You should give me some clues. It's not fair to make me guess from nothing." Th'seus scolds, leaning his broad back into the chair and tipping his chin upwards in the direction of his 'mystery' blinder.

Soft laughter escapes as Hannah plays along when her wrists are taken in hand. "Hmmm, I would say…" The tap of her shoe indicates a brief moment of thought as she considers what to tell him, "… that I might have blond hair." Truth, but so many people have blond hair. Then again, there's blond and there's blond. "And I have the cutest little boy on the face of Pern." Hey, she's biased. When he starts tilting his head back, her fingers pull away so that Th'seus is met with Hannah's bright features curved into a fetching smile. "You look like you've had a lovely rest day. I want some of what you're drinking." Oh look! Suffer a little kiss, Th'seus!

"Blonde hair? Hm. I think you're going to have to be more specific." Th'seus rumbles quietly as he rubs his thumbs against her wrist. "The cutest little boy on the face of Pern? That's impossible, you see. My weyrmate has the cutest child, so you're can't be. Unless…" When her fingers pull away and Hannah reveals her face, he laughs more deeply. "Of course, I should have guessed. And yes, a good day off." He straightens up, enjoying the kiss as he pushes her chair out with his foot. They say chivalry is dead! "Just regular house ale, you want some of mine?" The bronzerider offers, waving the full glass at her. "How was your day, oh senior weyrwoman?"

Hannah has always been at ease with Th'seus, letting the trappings of her responsibility to fall away and leave her almost carefree. Plopping into the chair, she does take the bronzerider up on his offer, wrapping both hands around his mug and lifting it to her lips for a sip. "Long, tedious, and full of pushing small pieces around so that the bigger picture will fall into place." She licks her upper lip and pushes the full glass. "Dhiammarath's on the sands, so…" This earns a nose-wrinkle. "That means sands sitting in the rain. Tonight, Cha'el gets sands sitting duty."

"So a lot of the usual then?" Th'seus concludes as he rests his elbows on the rough surface of the table. He's certainly looking rested, a change from how he was just before the injury became too hard to ignore. "It means you'll be back on the sands again. Now, with Lendai gone does that mean you'll be able to put a resting platform out there again? Without anyone nearly breaking limbs or it burning to the ground?" He wonders, with barely a grunt as to Cha'el and his own sands duty. Bad words haven't been spoken about the brownrider, but… he hasn't said anything good about him either.

Hannah is definitely noting the changes in Th'seus, and happier for them given the worry that his injury has caused her up until this point. A small smile slips free. "I hate being sands bound, but she's gone and clutched forty-two eggs again." Pride glows in pretty features, fingers tucking pale, pale hair behind her ear. Eager hands reach for his mug again to steal more drink. "I don't know. There was a rock out there, but… " Hannah's a little wary of platforms. "I can just make Cha'el stay out there all the time." Is that deviousness at play? "He's going to be streaking naked for Bailey and I here soon. Since he went and bet on the number of eggs and lost." Her smile is hidden behind the rim of his glass.

The changing of the guard that seemed to happen around the time he became injured took a toll too, but even that agitation appears to be fading away with time. It's become easier day by day to fall into being a wingrider again and spending his extra free time with their son. "She always delivers." Th'seus remarks, amused by that glow of pride. "Do you want another rock out there?" He wonders, curious amusement coloring his features. "I think that's a good idea. Keep him busy." At mention of the lost bet, he grins crookedly. "I feel terrible for him."

"That's not even the best part. It was his idea." Hannah's voice lowers, impish glee twinkling in emerald green eyes. "He's doing it up at the Ice Fields. So he'll be running a hundred yard dash in the freezing," literally, "cold." Or he better, given the goldrider's expression there will be no bowing out. "I don't know. Dhiammarath is plenty big enough for me to curl up on when she wants me out there in the middle of the night and with you in the weyr…" She rubs her finger on edge of his glass, messing with the condensation, "It's much more fun at home. Plus, Etheran is home." Hannah's life is a lot different for this cycle of sands sitting. "Of course you would. You're a man. All you men band together!"

"It was his idea?" One of Th'seus' dark eyebrows arches upwards, "Are you sure he isn't just doing this so that he can parade around naked? Where's he from originally? Igen? Ista? Maybe that's how they're trying to court their women." He reaches across and steals his glass back, drinking deeply before sliding it over again. "Bailey should be careful. He might try to ask her out to dinner next." It's possible he's just being amusing now. At least he he looks amused. "Etheran is home. Getting bigger every day."

"Igen. He was here before." Hannah reminds, absently. "I dunno. Males tend to be crazy but I get the impression he's got someone already. He roped a journeyman into his crazy stunt, poor kid." Not that Ebben is that much younger than she is, but. DETAILS. "I will be sure to tell Bailey that she should be careful, though." By 'careful' she means encourage Bailey to egg the Weyrleader on in making stupid bets, because that shit is hilarious. The glass is picked up again, tipped to her lips. "Etheran is the cutest little baby in the world." Pause. "And he's already six months old. They grow up so fast, Th'seus." Licking her bottom lip, she pushes the glass back towards him. "The healers give you a clean bill of health yet?" Lips curl upwards in wicked smile. "Enough to take me into the jungles looking for dangerous things?" She teases. Maybe.

"I remember him. He just shows up at all of your flights." Not that Th'seus is thinking that's on purpose. Or is he? There's a snort for Hannah actually warning Bailey to be careful. He knows better than to expect anything other than total mischief. "I know. He's going to be walking in a few more months, talking. Then what are we going to do?" Probably be completely overwhelmed. At least he'll feel completely overwhelmed. "They did… I've been moved back into rotation again." The jungle. Dangerous things. He sighs. "And now there's no one to rein you in if you decide to do something deadly. I guess I'm going to have to go with you now."

"You know…" Hannah chews on her bottom lip, thinking. "You're right. Except the first one in Southern, I think. I don't remember if he was there or not." Maybe Sikorth is a wilier dragon than anyone ever thought to consider. With a little shake of his head, she tips forward so she can lean her elbows on the table after drawing her legs up beneath her. This is better to see him with, surely. "We're going to have to baby proof the weyrs. What we need is baby jail." She gestures with one hand, "Something we can build around him and he'll stay there. With his toys." While the momma and the daddy don't have to keep shark-eyes on him! "There is only me," Hannah answers serenely, expression enigmatic. "No one to ground me, no one to threaten to send me away if I misbehave." Ahh, but she probably gets exactly what she wants: Th'seus to go with her! "Bailey and I keep raiding Ista. They have the best shops." And Hannah can talk to Lendai! As close as they were before, the pair seem to be even closer.

"I think Vossuth is going to bite Sikorth's tail off at the next flight." Th'seus remarks, appearing to be amused at his dragon's annoyance with the repeated losses. He reaches across the table and takes her hand, "Probably better that we stay down in your weyr, just in case he manages to scale the walls of baby jail. I've been told that kid's are escape artists." His sigh is long suffering for the idea of Hannah getting to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants. "At least I don't have to worry about you getting transferred and then me needing to transfer after you. That would be annoying." There's silver lining in this for him, yes.

Hannah fairly beams at that acquiescence. See? Th'seus can be reasonable. "You could just move fully in my weyr. It's big enough." Twining her hand with his, her small one all but lost in his, she grins. "I like the view on your weyr, however. The sunsets are amazing." So maybe they don't quite give it up, but. "Nope, but then again, I cannot be as impetuous as I was before." This, then, is the consequence of the senior's knot: the mantle of responsibility that dims the spontaneousness of her nature somewhat. The reserve the lurks in her eyes since the flight was one. The weight of a weyr on her shoulders. Dropping her eyes, she looks at their clasped hands. "I have to be more careful." So the weyr has done what Lendai and Th'seus had trouble doing: containing Hannah's penchant for adventurous disasters.

"I could… And when I do, I'll bring all the pillows over with me. So I hope you have room for them." Th'seus teases, leaning back in his chair and linking fingers behind his head. "Thank Faranth for small favors." He comments with a crooked little smile. He won't look that gift horse in the mouth, less Hannah running around in the jungle can only be good things for him. Like more sleep, which is in short supply these days. But on the subject of cute little babies, the bronzerider switches their conversation back over to Etheran. And thus, a lengthy discussion of things only parents can really enjoy begins and the two share a quiet, relaxing evening.
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