Th'bek, Selaine, Thesrov [played by Th'bek]


A sandstorm traps Selaine in Igen for a brief spell when she comes to pick up her son after some father-son time.


It is afternoon of the thirteenth day of the eighth month of the fifteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Living Cavern

OOC Date 28 Nov 2018 05:00


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Because dolphins > dad.


Living Cavern

Brightly lit by a regimented march of strung glow-globes, Igen's busy living caverns are cut of the same exotic limestone design that frequents the bazaar without. Tapestries line the tops of the walls, one for each of Igen's wings, past and present; beneath them, skybroom tables litter the floors in scattered profusion. Some of the wicker chairs have seen better days, but most of the worst offenders have long-ago been replaced. The seemingly random placement of furniture, however, at closer inspection yields a sort of cross-shape of negative space. The northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns are owned by the kitchen's buffet, food-laden thrice daily in regimented shifts by busy bakers from the curtained southern entrance to the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside; westerly lies the large doors leading down into the bowels of the weyr itself.

"Don't be too worried, lad, Akitith knows what she's doing." As Th'bek and Thesrov occupy one of the tables playing a game of dragon chess (more or less), Th'bek asks the boy to go get him some klah. Iscah and Valmai, the Weyrsecond's firelizards, have already been fed by Thesrov. And oiled by Thesrov. And cuddled by Thesrov. They will be sore when the youth goes back to Southern. Periodically a set of hazel eyes swings toward the main entrance to try and anticipate Selaine's arrival.

And it isn't long after Th'bek's gaze goes there that Selaine appears, looking none the worse for wear, as always, though her expressioni looks perhaps just a bit disgruntled. Still, she stops once she's inside the cavern and sweeps her blue gaze in search of… Ah. She spies the Weyrsecond and their son, a smile on her lips before she makes her way over. Once she's at the table, she leans down to place a kiss on his head. "I hope you didn't give your father a hard time today?" she asks the boy, though she glances over at Th'bek with a smile.

Returning with his father's klah and not spilling any of it, Thesrov is about to lunge in his mother's direction before Selaine can plant a kiss on his head. Th'bek doctors the warm drink with the contents of a jacket flask and samples his alchemy with some savoring. "I was the best," Thesrov describes with a hug around his mother's middle. Th'bek, pushing hair around his ears, laughs. "He was pretty good except when I told him to get out of some of the weyrlings' way. I guess he wanted to see the bottom of a dragon's foot real bad. Speaking of," pulling out a closeby seat for the greenrider, "how's the wind outside?"

There's a bit of a surprise when her son's arms go around her, though Selaine's laughing softly as she evens out Thesrov's hair. She does eye Th'bek though when she sees what he's doing before turning her attention back to her son, looking a bit aghast. "Thesrov!" she says admonishingly with a shake of her head. A sigh before she's moving to sit, peeling away from their son. "Terrible, as you might expect. One thing I don't miss about Igen," she says with a laugh.

Th'bek swivels one of the pawn pieces in place before sliding it over to a vacant square. "So, come. Sit. Tell us all about the pleasures and follies of Southern, or at least me because I know Thes probably couldn't care less. Right?" The boy shrugs, committing to nothing, and picks up Iscah to sit with him back on the table bench. Th'bek, meanwhile bracing himself for Selaine's presumed tales, extends his chair back and leeeeeans.

And sit Selaine does, eyeing the chessboard as Th'bek moves a piece. Since Thesrov clearly has no interest in the game, his mother plays for him instead. She throws an amused glance over at her son, "He didn't tell you about he'll get to see some dolphins soon? It's all he and his sisters talk about these days." She moves one of the pawns to a vacant square. "But its cold down there right now, so not yet."

Hands crossed over his chest, thumbs secured under his arm pits, Th'bek connects an invisible line from Selaine to Thesrov. "Uh, no," unwrapping his arms and studying the Southern rider's move on the chess board, the Weyrsecond tries to stand some of the pawns back upright in proper formation before doing anything. "Dolphins huh? I thought you liked dragons." Thesrov ships off a bony shrug and private little grin. Someone's being coy as he burrows his nose under Iscah's nearest wing. "They're just overly smart fish," mutter. Th'bek slides a pawn up. "And what else is new and exciting? Eye flick up to Selaine's face.

"Why do I feel like he's got all of you and not me? I swear the only thing he got from me was his eyes," Selaine looks over at her son again and frowns at his muttering. Then she flicks her gaze back over at the chessboard, thinking. A look to the side as she thinks of something but ends up saying, "Moved into a shipweyr so the kids and nanny have a easier time coming and going." Blue eyes shift back to the board, moving another pawn.

Th'bek s bound and determined to impart some more similarity mother and son share. "And, and, he's got your earlobes, see how the bottoms aren't attached to his, well, what'd you call that not his face… head I guess." His main pawn chases after Selaine's black pawn of the same rank. "I don't remember, if I liked dragons that much," staring off into left field for a second. "I bet I did. Shipweyr sounds amusing… can Akitith fit in it?" Puzzled by these non-stone structures to call home.

Selaine lets out a rather unladylike snort at Th'bek's attempt, though she does glance back at their son again as if to confirm. Her focus goes back to the game, frowning at Th'bek's next move, decidedly sacrificing that pawn to move a bishop. "What child grows up in a weyr not liking dragons?" she asks idly. "She doesn't need to fit in it, there's a plaace outside for her."

"Can I move this one here?" Asking Selaine about the firelizard-headed rook piece. Chess is not usually his go-to game. He'd rather bet on other people playing. Th'bek drinks from the klag mug, letting the near tepid liquid wash his teeth some before swallowing. "Oh I liked dragons, but I liked the stables better. Everyone has a chance around bovines or runners." Dragons are far pickier. "Outside? In the open?" He gapes, rook piece hovering between two fingers.

"You can move it in straight lines like this only," Selaine says, showing him before considering his words. "I suppose that's true enough… I didn't grow up in a Weyr though. I was pretty close to getting married off." Well, probably not close considering the age when she'd Impressed but still. "It's covered. You think I'd let Akitith sleep somewhere with no protection from the elements?"

"Well damn." As Selaine instructs him on the abilities of his piece, Th'bek sets it back down where it'll be consumed by one of Selaine's men. He drinks again, using the extra spare seconds to conjure up his next move. "I 'unno, people are living in old ships, who's to say Akitith wasn't in some giant ceramic pot… your move." He looks to Thesrov who has since sniffed out some tidbits leftover from lunch.

Does Selaine want to be mean and completely mow Th'bek in this game or let him off easy? She rolls her eyes, "A giant ceramic pot…" She moves a piece, deciding not to consume Th'bek's after all. "The shipweyrs are a bit more homey feeling than a cave at least. Lots of wood." Her eyes glaze for a moment before looking over at Thesrov. "Seems like the wind's letting up so I think we're gonna have to leave soon." She says, looking at Th'bek before back to her son. "You want to stay here a few more days with your father and go back to Southern?"

Selaine's so niiice. Th'bek is a much better strategist with Fall and stuff, promise. "Wood gives me the creeps. Thread goes right through it like butter. Oh, thanks, your a civil player. I'd be throwing them about now. I think I can move here, you know what? I'm gonna. Pulling rank." So there, queen piece now at Selaine's door step, the carved mouth agape to suck the life out of whatever piece she's nearest to. "Naw, I want to see the dolphins!" Th'bek sighs. "That's how I rate. So long, fish lover. At least gimme a hug please for your dejected father." And Thesrov does with great glee. Because dolphins > dad.

"Ah yes, Thread. That's what we're here for, isn't it?" Selaine says with a wink. And then she's making an expression that is a bit mocking… but she's probably faking it. "Right, you win, great Weyrsecond," she says with a shake of her heaad. Then there's a laugh for the interaction between father and son. "You do realize you can't see the dolphins yet anyway, right…?" she points out. "And you don't look that dejected to me."

Th'bek sits up straighter in the chair and throws his arms up to stretch that half of his body. "Good thing I win at something." He thinks about a yawn but can't quite summon one. "It just means I can drink now." More. Whatever. Thesrov pauses to consider his options then latches onto Selaine. Th'bek grunts, picks up game pieces. "You win." His smile is all in the eye. "Good to see you though." He stands, respectably.

A laugh as Selaine pats the boy's head. "One for one, then," she says with a wink. "It was nice seeing you again, too. Take care. Come visit us down in Southern next time." She stands up, shifting to grab Thesrov's hand instead of having him latched onto her. "Don't get too drunk," she says with only a mild scolding tone, eyeing that mug of klah before she and Thesrov depart the caverns with a wave. At least Thesrov's is fairly enthusiastic, despite picking his mother over his father.


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