Erikkhan Realilina Kanriel (Baby Puppet)


Erikkhan and Realilina take their newly born Son out into the Living Caverns for the first time. A nice family lunch, and nauseating cuteness are had!


It is 3:22 PM where you are.
It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the seventh month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the seventy-ninth day of Summer and 90 degrees. Rukbat's heatwave has not yet let up, gripping Igen in its tight fist. Escape the heat!
In Southern:
It is the seventy-ninth day of Winter and 62 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the autumn rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.


The Living Caverns

OOC Date


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Living Caverns

Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.

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While the heat bakes the ground outside, it is relatively cool within the Living Caverns of Igen weyr. And it's the perfect place for a family lunch on a busy day. Erikk makes his way in from the bowl, sweat lining his brow, and heads straight for the cool pitchers of juice. He pours himself a drink and snags an empty table. While he waits for his soon to be wife and their newly arrived son, he gathers them both plates of food, and a glass of juice for Lina as well. He sits and waits, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the juice in his glass. For once, the harper is attired in spotless clothes, all neat and pressed and freshly washed. No paint spatter today.

'Jumpy' would, perhaps, be a bit too weak of a word to describe Realilina at the moment. Every sound has her craning her head around, looking for some as-of-yet unknown threat to her little bundle of snot and cuteness currently settled in a sling. Even as she enters the Living Caverns, the sound of Erikk's glass placed on the table makes her twirl. Instantly she breathes a sigh of relief, rushing over to his side—without joustling the baby, of course. Using an arm to support to sling, she leans in and plants a kiss on top of his mussed hair. Noticing this, she attempts to smooth it down as she slides onto the bench beside him. It's almost as frustrating as the man himself, sometimes. Right now, though, he's a sight for sore, paranoid mommy eyes. Another peck on the cheek is provided with a warm smile. With a deft movement, she picks up a small piece of fruit from her plate. "Hi, honey." She pops it into her mouth and takes another deep breath, flickering her eyes closed for just a moment. "How's your day?" Emphasis on 'your'.

Erikkhan grins as he watches the antics of his mate. He returns her gestures of affection with one of his charming smiles and a peck on the lips. Cheeks? Not his thing. "Hi babe." He replies, sipping from his juice again. "My day is extremely boring and paintless, but good. How's yours?" He asks, even thoguh he can tell she's a little harried. He likes to let her know he cares. Once Lina has herself settled, he puts out his hands. "You want me to take him so you can eat?" He nods to the slinged up Kanriel and smiles again.

"Babe?" Lina questions with a giggle. "I'm the babe now?" She glances down at the actual baby, considering his offer. "Well, he JUST fell back asleep," she replies slowly, a bit anguished. Then again, she DOES need to eat. She gnaws at her lip for a moment and tucks her hand inside the sling with the newborn, revealing a little tuft of dark blonde hair. Kanriel sniffles as she touches him, and she goes absolutely rigid. After he settles again, she gets her arm under him and lifts him out of the light fabric sling. He, of course, burbles which makes poor, harried Reali freeze once more. And promptly settles down once more, allowing her to transfer him to Erikk's arms. "He's been a bit fussy. You think… he's alright, right? He isn't sick?" Firstborns, everyone! She nibbles half-heartedly at a meatroll as she watches her hubby-to-be with the culmination of their genetics.

Erikkhan chuckles and takes his sleeping son, rocking him gently in his arms. "I don't think he's sick…" He says, looking the sleeping infant in the face. Kanriel sneezes and settles back into his sleep. He smiles lovingly up at Lina. "He's so beautiful." He says. "And so are you." He tucks Kanriel into his left arm and snags a piece of fruit from his plate.

Once Realilina has reassured herself that the baby is safely in his father's arms, she breaths a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging. As long as Erikk lets her, she stays there and continues a series of singer's breaths, deep into the diaphragm through the nose, her shoulders completely still from years of practice. When she looks up again, roused by Erikk's words, she appears much more at ease with the world. The woman gives him a brilliant smile and rolls her eyes with good humor. In case he doubted her acceptance of his statement, she give him a gratefully squeeze on the leg. The glass of juice is taken in hand and she drains it as slowly as one would a glass of fine wine, savoring the rich flavor. "I suppose I'm just a bit paranoid." The acknowledgement comes with a wry lilt to her voice.

Erikkhan smiles at Lina as he leans back in his chair, and finally one arms the baby like a football, where he sleeps contentedly. Erikk retrieves his own juice and sighs. "I hear paranoia comes with the territory." Someone drops a glass somewhere in the cavern and Erikk jumps, and then is immediately calm when he realizes he hasn't woken Kanriel. "You know you can leave him with me if it's too much for you to have him and the kids in the creche right?" Erikk offers, a bit of concern crossing his face.

Realilina almost jerks out of her seat as one of Erikk's arms drops out from under Kanriel, juice splashing onto floor in her haste. She ends up about two inches away from the baby before she realizes that the baby's fine, Erikk isn't going to just drop their child, and she MAY just be overreacting. An apologetic smile is offered to him for her error. She settles down in her seat again, just then noticing the juice on the floor. With some language that would make a Seacrafter blush, she glances around for something to clean it up. A drudge who observes the scene is already on the way over, Lina's offer to help is quickly brushed aside, and it's taken care of. Another sip of juice, another sigh. It clinks as she places the glass back down on the table, leaning her elbow against it and propping her head up to look Erikk in the eye as they chat. With her other hand, she picks half-heartedly at her plate of food. "I appreciate that. They're not too much of a burden, nowadways. Keeping my eye on their teachings, and the potentials in the bunch." She lifts her head up again to free up her hand to brush a tuft of hair out of Kanriel's face, "And he's such a good baby, too, Erikk. Maybe I'm just too highstrung."

Erikkhan laughs a little at Lina's antics. He sips at his juice as the whole scene unfolds. When Realilina has settled back down, he leans over and brushes hair out of her face. "You worry too much. I think I'll keep him this afternoon. So you can relax. Don't worry, I'll bring him to you for feeding, but you need a break love, you're way too wired up." He grins at her, his toothy smile spreading across his lips. He looks down at his son and places a kiss upon his head, smiling at the baby.

From Erikkhan's arms, Kanriel is a sound sleeper. Or, perhaps, he just has selective hearing. Whatever the case, as his father plants a kiss on his tiny forehead, his baby-blue eyes flicker open and blink slowly. His nose wrinkles and he sneezes a little tiny, itsy bitsy baby sneeze. While the kiss may not have bothered him, the sneeze has, and his face and tiny fist scrunch up, which gives his mother enough time to interceed before the wailing starts.

Realilina is about to respond to Erikk's gracious offer when a more immediate need arises. Thinking fast, she falls back on what she knows best. "The eetsy beetsy spinner," she begins to sing in desparation, her hands falling into the accompanying hand gestures, "climbed up the dragon's snout!" Though Kanriel is already settling, she continues, "Down came the rain and knocked its legs about! Up came Rukbat and dried off all the rain, and the eetsy beetsy spinner climbed up the snout again…" she trails off with a sigh of relief as the babe watches her with what interest a baby less than four sevendays old is capable of. Even through the stress, Lina's smile is absolutely radiant.

Erikkhan watches this little scene unfold and the longer Lina sings, the softer and more adoring Erikk's features become. By the end of it, Erikk is far off in space, and has the most idiotic grin on his face. Though, all will notice, he keeps a firm hold on his son. Not so out of it as to forget about the baby, but far enough that he's daydreaming about…well, who knows? He soon shakes himself out of his little reverie though and begins to gently rock Kanriel in his arm. When he looks back up at Realilina, his grin is just as radiant as hers has been. No words, but most can probably see the pride and lovein his eyes and face.
Kanriel stares out at his parents, though it's all probably unfocused fuzz. He emits a low baby croon and yawns, small little fists trying to find his eyes to rub them. Kaanriel manages to accidentally find his mouth with his fist and noms on it, drool sliding down his hand and arm. He sneezes again, and looks about, eyes drifting slowly downward.

And a fine pair of grinning idiots they make, too. Careful not to make a baby panini (just a baby sandwich), she swings her legs to the other side of the bench so she can aquire a decent kiss. That probably doesn't help get rid of the idiotic grin on Erikkhan's face, but that's neither here nor there. "Hi there, little one," she coos as she leans back, finger brushing delicately against that little sneezey nosie. She puts her other hand under the cloth sling so the inside of it is on the outside, and she uses the fabric to sop up some of that slobber. Though her eyes are still on baby, her mind trails back to their conversation, "I suppose that wouldn't be a bad thing. Are you sure you've got time, though?"

His mommy's finger makes him sneeze once more. Kanriel looks confused when his mouth doesn't close due to the tiny fist in his mouth. Forgetting about the fact he has two hands, he flails his little fist against Lina's finger and then his little fingers almost wrap around it. He seems about as surprised as Lina would be if a dragon /betweened/ into the middle of the living caverns, though his best way of showing it is another burble, some twitchy arm movements, and wide, wide eyes.

Erikkhan nods. "Comissions are slow right now and I've been going to The Harper to fill time. I think I can take one afternoon with my son to give you a break." He smiles softly at Lina, giving her a: See, I can handle it too, ok?, look and takes a sip of his juice. "We could set up a schedule." He looks down at kanriel and smiles wide, shaking his head. "That way mommy doesn't go crazy from too much stress. No. We can have some guy time, huh?" And he does it in that voice that all parents use when talking to babies.

Kanriel watches his father, wide eyed and mesmorized. He burbles and grabs at Erikk's hair and ends up with his hand on Erikk's scruffy chin. Mesmorized once more, he grabs at the stubble on Erikk's chin. Eventually though, his fist is back in his mouth and he babbles around it.

Lina watches her men with a small smile on her lips, nodding at Erikk's reassurance. A surprised explaination escapes Realilina's lips as the mention of The Harper sparks a memory, "Oh, shards!" She delicately withdraws a now slobber-covered finger from Kanriel's grasp and shoves a meatroll in her mouth, devouring it with the kind of efficiency usually only found in newly shelled dragons and teenage boys. She follows it with a chug of redfruit juice to help it down her throat, chewing as she sheds the baby sling and places it onto Erikk's lap. As soon as her mouth is free, she dodges a baby fist to the face to give Erikkhan a kiss of parting. "You reminded me, I PROMISED Sara I'd stop by this morning." With a glance over her shoulder to the entrance, you know, where the noonday sun is shining from? She rises to her feet. "Behave, you too. Don't let your daddy teach you any bad habits. Just 'cause the women come to coo at your cuteness doesn't mean you need to jump between the 'furs with them." A mischevious giggle is provided before she adds, expression softening into concern, "Send Celeste my way if you need anything, okay? I love you guys." With that, she tears herself away from their nice family lunch to go fulfill her word, and probably managing not to reduce her stress as she flutters about the Weyr. It'll at least be a baby break.

Erikkhan kisses Lina back and Laughs at her parting words. "We'll be fine! We love you too!" And with that, The harper begins to eat his own lunch, between bouts of burbling at his son and making funny faces. He talks to him idly. All in all, a cozy little moment between a parent and their child.

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