Entirely Speckless Tubers

Writers: Aaron, Halyonix
Date Posted: 14th April 2026

Characters: K'far, Vaile, Moraile, Miravaile
Description: K'far and Vaile have a little family dinner
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 13

"Hiiiiii Torth!" Miravaile greeted with a big wave of her arm as the dragon landed. "Moooom, K'far's here!" Moraile also padded over, fingers in his mouth, watching with big eyes on Torth.

Torth blew a warm puff of air through Moraile's hair as a greeting in return.

"I brought mashed tubers!" K'far called.

"Tubers!" Miravaile squealed. Moraile, after giggling at Torth's puff of air, squealed in mimicry as he followed his sister.

Further in the weyr, Vaile was setting down a heaping plate of roasted wherry. Dinners in the weyr were fewer than she wanted but at least they were able to make it work once or twice a sevenday. And with K'far coming over, it made those evenings even sweeter. It started to feel like...home. Again. And she realized how much she had missed it. "I hope you're hungry," she warned with a smile as she came over to take the tubers from him and give him a kiss.

K'far smiled warmly in return at the kiss.

"I am always hungry," he promised. He, too, found he was enjoying how much coming to Vaile's weyr felt like coming home. "This smells amazing."

"I can take no credit for it, honestly," Vaile answered. "I asked the kitchens to prepare it all and just picked it up. Though I did make special requests. Check out the rolls."

"Ohh, you got them with the little thing on top so they can shove the butter inside," K'far practically drooled. Perhaps not _quite_ so undignified as drool. Perhaps. "You do love me."

Vaile blushed slightly. When she opened her mouth, nothing came out at first, but then, she answered truthfully, "I do. I remembered how excited you were to see them the other sevenday at dinner in the Hall and kept it in mind." That was love in a different way, the kind that had no words but was a hundred little moments of caring that became one large thing.

Before she could think too much on it, she clapped her hands together sharply. "Let's eat, Mira and Mora!" The children came away from the dragons they had drifted towards again and eagerly took their seats.

"Did they put the little green specks in the tubers?" Miravaile asked K'far cautiously, trying to spot the seasoning before she had to eat it.

"I made sure they gave us entirely speckless tubers this time!" K'far assured herâ€" and, indeed, he had specified that there should be no visible herbs or spices floating around in there. Luckily, the kitchens were well familiar with cooking for children.

"Good," Miravaile answered. She immediately dug her spoon into the mash to draw out the largest blob of tubers that she could. Far more than her little stomach could handle.

Vaile chuckled. "Are your eyes larger than your stomach?" she teased her daughter, wrinkling her nose. Miravaile stuck her tongue out at her mother and spooned another hefty serving. "I swear, children try to survive on some of the weirdest staples. Nothing but tubers," Vaile remarked, now looking at K'far.

"I couldn't get enough tubers at their age." K'far grinned. "But I always did love a good roll. And slice of roast wherry. What was your favorite?"

"This jellied berry sauce that they would make seasonally," Vaile answered. "And a good, buttered roll too. Hot from the oven. I would always, happily burn my mouth on one." She grinned at their shared love of rolls. "My fostermother used to swear I would live on just bread."

"I know what you mean." K'far chuckled. "Slap that slice of roast wherry _on_ the roll, and you've done a little old miracle."

"Ew wherry??" Miravaile complained. "On a _roll_?!"

"Spoken like someone who still lives on sugars," Vaile quipped fondly. "Don't you dare put protein near her sweets. She'll eat pastries and tubers all day if given the chance. At least Moraile can be coaxed into trying something new."

"Oh, I wouldn't dare sully anything of Miravaile's." K'far crossed his heart.

Miravaile stuck her tongue out at K'far and then grinned broadly. "Yeah, remember that!" she said in a challenging, childish tone.

"'member that!" Moraile echoed as he stabbed his mashed tubers enthusiastically.

"Eat, don't play," Vaile said in a gentle, correcting tone to her son. He grinned gap-toothed at her, then slid from his chair and went to sit on K'far's lap.

K'far slid the boy's tubers across the table where he could reach them from his lap.

The smile that Vaile gave K'far across the table was cautiously content. From the ledge outside, Liranth rumbled happily, readjusting her head so that it rested on Torth's shoulder. }: She like this. It feels...good. To have your rider here like this. :{

}:K'far is... deeply pleased. He feels at home.:{ Torth snuggled Liranth.

}: Good, :{ Liranth answered as she closed her eyes.

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