Keeping it in the Family
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Sia
Date Posted: 5th September 2025
Characters: N'kayden, Aydhan
Description: Aydhan and N’kayden catch up on family gossip.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 10, day 4 of Turn 12
Aydhan was _bored_. There were things she was supposed to do, of course-- a never-ending list of things that needed to get done, should get done, but none of which were particularly pulling at her attention. Even the ever-present amusement of ship supervisor Tymborikath didn't do much to rouse her into focusing.
}: I'm not watching the ships. The little ones are out. :{ Tymborikath said.
**You can't see the weyrling barracks from here, silly girl.**
}: Not those ones.:{ Tymborikath said dismissively. She didn't much care for the babies now that they weren't eggs anymore, and she didn't have a reason to get in Imbeth's space. }: The bigger young ones.:{ She passed along the image of Aberath circling the weyr, in great cavorting sweeps that suggested he was flying for the sheer fun of it.
Aydhan hummed, thinking. It'd been a while since she'd checked in on N'kayden. He'd been in the Wings a few months now and she saw nothing in the Threadfall reports to hint that he wasn't doing anything but a stellar job (or, that he wasn't part of the injuries list), and she didn't want her worry to affect him just when he was entering the fighting wings. Maybe she'd been too distant.
**Love, see if Aberath and N'kayden are busy.**
Ugh. Tymborikath snorted at the imposition, but nevertheless, }: Aberath, come over. Bring your boy, please.:{
“Hey Ma!” N’kayden called into the weyr as Aberath dropped him off. He couldn’t imagine what his mother would want. In the chain of command, he never had any reason to report to her, and consequently saw little of her most days. “You look bored,” he said as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head like a good son and then flung himself into the seat beside her.
"Faranth, yes. Entertain me." Aydhan said, pulling him into a quick and tight hug before he flopped beside her. "You've been freed from weyrlinghood a while now. A baby with his own weyr and free rein to gad about across Pern. Surely you have something scandalous or stupid to tell me."
“Nothing too scandalous, honestly. Too busy for that. When your Weyrlingmaster becomes your Wingleader….” N’kayden puffed his lips out with a large exhale. “I’ve been running all kinds of errands for K’lvin.” He swiveled his head toward his mother. “What’s up with you, dad, the Weyrleader, and your klah mugs? Dad got all snippy about it the other day.”
Aydhan laughed. "I suppose you've been too busy in the barracks. Your father has all those garish mugs and I'm absent-minded, so sometimes they just get left around the Weyr. Or…it started because I'm absent-minded. It's been fun to have him find them all over the place. D'hol and I had klah one afternoon and I must've left them in the Weyrleader office.
"Your father and I were married before I Impressed. He's always been so traditional. He was fine with just being weyrmates until you came along." Aydhan sighed dramatically, "It wasn't recognized in the Weyr, really, but after I Impressed the marriage contract had to be dissolved. It took longer than it should because we kept claiming each other's stuff. I demanded the mug collection. Q'vettan ended up signing off on the hidework mid-custody battle. I got the mugs, N'kevyn got my shoes, and I think Avicath has to pay child support on Aydhara. You, my favorite son and eldest child, are mine except on alternate holidays and days that end in three."
N’kayden’s brow wrinkled. “If you were going to stay together anyway, why did it matter who claimed what stuff?”
"It didn't, but tell your fearless Weyrleader that." Aydhan said. "He was very about 'following procedure' and 'tradition' back then. At least that's changed, at least a little. We played along with it because it _didn't_ matter, and the more ridiculous we were the angrier he got. And now I still get to annoy your father by claiming that the mugs are contractually mine."
The young, and slightly clueless, brownrider didn’t realize there was any sort of ‘procedure’ to “marriage,” but then it was a strange holder custom he’d never known much about. He saw people become weyrmates and then break up a few months later all the time. You could usually tell when the breakup was happening because someone’s stuff ended up dumped on the weyrledge for them to collect.
“Dad seemed _pretty_ serious about those mugs,” N’kayden said dubiously.
Aydhan smirked, propping her chin in her hand and giving her son a look that had far too much mischief behind it for a Weyrwoman's Second. "Of course he's serious about the mugs. That's why it's so much fun. A little aggravation keeps him sharp. Although, as your favorite mother, perhaps you'll smuggle a mug or two in K'lvin and maybe D'brul's office. See how long it takes for him to find them."
The brownrider’s eyes lit. “Of course I will. You supply the mugs and I’ll leave them in the most quaint places, I assure you.”
"I'll send a few home with you." Aydhan said, pleased, "Now, if you have no scandalous stories you're willing to admit, maybe you'll indulge me in a game of cards and I can try to tease some details out of you. Surely K'lvin doesn't have you running around all hours of the day."
Last updated on the October 3rd 2025