Sometimes the Redfruit Does Fall Far
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Barrier Lake Weyr
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 2nd September 2024
Characters: N'kevyn, Aydhan
Description: N’kevyn needs to talk about their son
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: N’kayden
Immediately follows "This Wasn't Covered in the Parenting Books"
N’kevyn slipped off Avicath’s shoulder almost before he’d fully settled on their ledge, heading inside as the bronze settled in. The rain had chilled his hide slightly and he shamelessly draped himself around the warm gold on the ledge to take the chill away.
Barely taking the time to take off his boots, N’kevyn headed for Aydhan’s office, bumping the nearly shut door open a little more to stand there. After she didn’t noticeably react to him, though he was sure she knew he was there, he went inside to lean down and whisper in her ear, “Are you done yet? I just had the most interesting talk with our son.”
Tymborikath shrieked as the cold hide touched hers and the ledge became a flurry of chaotic shoving, not unlike two felines.
Aydhan's mind was half-distracted by that and the report she was finishing. She held out two fingers at the door, a gesture for her weyrmate to wait. She was almost done when his breath was against her ear, and suddenly there were better things to do than hidework. She turned her head ever-so-slightly to kiss his cheek. "I can be." She said, "What has our son said?"
“Come sit with me, I’m chilly, it was raining,” playfully, he put a cool, damp hand on her neck, much as his dragon had just done outside. It was more damp than actually chilly, especially compared to the chill they were used to. “Our son has a list, Aydhan.”
"I'll warm you up." Aydhan said. She casually slipped his hand into hers as she stood and let herself be led out of the office and into their weyr. "What kind of list?"
He headed for the over-large chair in the main room, flopping into it and dragging her into his lap. “It is a list of names and activities that a senior weyrling could partake in. I cautioned him that some were a little advanced and he should start slow, but apparently the issue with that is that everyone might find out that our darling son is a virgin. There’s nothing wrong with that of course, but…”
"Oh, no. The redfruit fell really far from the tree, didn't it?" Aydhan said, dumbfounded. They didn't have two kids at 21 by being chaste. Aydhara was barely six months younger than Tymborikath. "That's very sweet of him." She added primly, though her tone was one of barely held back giggles. She leaned into N'kevyn's arms and set her head in the crook of his neck. "Poor boy is going to overwhelm himself on his first day."
“There were words on that list that I’m not quite sure what they referred to. Do you think it’s southern slang or am I old now?” He sounded much more amused than worried. “No one prepared me for this conversation.”
"He probably misheard what he was writing down." Aydhan agreed. "Sweet boy is going to mess up trying to figure out what a 'feline on a cheese grater' is. I hope you helped. At least a little."
“I told him to find someone he was comfortable with and start with the basics. I hope he has better luck than me. I remember there was this girl… I’d coaxed her into dancing with me at Turns End but when I snuck in for a kiss she told me to come back when I’d had some practice. It was harsh. Really damages a boy’s ego. Can’t remember her name, though… she must not have mattered,” he teased, idly running his hand up and down her side.
"About as much as this boy that had his dragon follow me around for days before he worked up the nerve to ask me to dance." Aydhan agreed with a laugh. "He couldn't grow a proper beard, either. And all left feet. What a mess. I wonder what happened to him."
“I'm pretty sure that boy’s dragon was explicitly told not to do that, but his dragon overestimated his ability to sneak,” N’kevyn grumbled. “I think he died of despair when you laughed at him and his two left feet.”
"You'd think he'd have better coordination after all those marching drills he had to do." Aydhan said with a laugh. She turned her head slightly so she could brush her lips against his neck, and then his jaw.
“Yes, well, I was always better with my hands. Perhaps you need a reminder,” he turned to meet her lips in a kiss.
Last updated on the September 22nd 2024