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06.Jun.19, 04:34 PM
Tala soothingly patted R’vi’s arm as he tried to recover the power of speech. The man was a bit emotionally constipated sometimes, even a relatively casual acquaintance like Tala could tell. She didn’t think her request was that difficult, but she was her and he was him and they clearly had different standards. That was alright, though Tala really hoped she didn’t have to find someone else to ask. Her list of options was pretty short. R’vi’s twin was on it, but asking N’vian would be a bit low, she felt, and having never really met the bronzerider Tala wasn’t overly inclined to trust him with her child, though in theory he’d be careful if he knew the girl was his niece. It really wasn’t something to seriously consider unless R’vi wouldn’t do it himself and suggested his brother as an alternative. Tala couldn’t tell if he would, she had no idea where they stood with each other these days. R’vi definitely had dragonriding friends he could direct the request to, but Tala wasn’t entirely sure she was willing to trust a random friend of R’vi’s unless she had absolutely no other options.
Thankfully, once R’vi recovered his ability with words, he seemed at least somewhat agreeable to the idea. Tala breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” She leaned in to give him a one-armed hug. “I mean it. And I’m sure she’ll happily go with you. She gets to go live in the same Weyr as her mom again, as well as a chance to ride on her dad’s dragon. Not that I think she’ll recognize you as such, and you don’t have to tell her. I probably will once she’s here if you don’t, but I’m not going to make you.” Tala paused for a moment, considering her next words. “I said you don’t need to take responsibility for raising her, and I stand by that. I can take care of Ryvala without your help, and even today I’m asking for your help more as my friend than as her father, but that doesn’t mean you have to completely avoid her. You don’t have to be involved in her life to any major extent if you don’t want to, and I’ll never make you, but the option to get to know your daughter is open. If you want to take it, anyway.” Tala wasn’t going to force him into promising anything, and she really did’t want him being resentful about being around Ryvala, because that would be no good for the young girl’s self esteem, but it was important to her that Ryvala have the option to know her father.
Tala had never known her mother or father — her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father had almost surely died in the Plague. She didn’t even know his name for sure. She had a list, that her mother had given her aunt, of the men she’d slept with in the timeframe her pregnancy started, but her mother had taken to Flight mothing with a vengeance and the list wasn’t exactly short, and as far as Tala knew, all of them were dead by the time the dragonriders reunited to found Katila. And Tala loved her aunt, but she always wondered what it would have been like to know her parents, or at least know her father’s identity. She didn’t need R’vi to have anything to do with taking care of Ryvala, but it would be nice if her daughter could at least point him out in a crowd, if not know him at least a little.
“Anyway,” Tala continued, moving on to the logistics of getting her daughter to Telgar, “I’ll write a message to the creche workers and send that ahead, letting them know when you’ll be there and such. They’ll pack up her things and make sure she’s dressed for travel and so forth, and if you have any questions about transporting a child on dragon back you can ask them, they’ll be able to help.” She had gone to the Telgar creche herself, making sure Ryvala could move in there and getting to know the woman in charge of it, and they had mentioned being able to train people in how to best seat children of different ages on a dragon. The Ista creche surely knew the same. “See, I’m doing most of the work for you,” she teased with a smile, before suddenly getting serious again. “That works for you? I have a message all drafted up and everything, I just needed a name to put in it. Just let me know whenever you’re ready to get her, and I can send it. And by ‘whenever’ I would prefer within a week or two, please,” she concluded, switching back to lighthearted and teasing from responsible mother.
Thankfully, once R’vi recovered his ability with words, he seemed at least somewhat agreeable to the idea. Tala breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” She leaned in to give him a one-armed hug. “I mean it. And I’m sure she’ll happily go with you. She gets to go live in the same Weyr as her mom again, as well as a chance to ride on her dad’s dragon. Not that I think she’ll recognize you as such, and you don’t have to tell her. I probably will once she’s here if you don’t, but I’m not going to make you.” Tala paused for a moment, considering her next words. “I said you don’t need to take responsibility for raising her, and I stand by that. I can take care of Ryvala without your help, and even today I’m asking for your help more as my friend than as her father, but that doesn’t mean you have to completely avoid her. You don’t have to be involved in her life to any major extent if you don’t want to, and I’ll never make you, but the option to get to know your daughter is open. If you want to take it, anyway.” Tala wasn’t going to force him into promising anything, and she really did’t want him being resentful about being around Ryvala, because that would be no good for the young girl’s self esteem, but it was important to her that Ryvala have the option to know her father.
Tala had never known her mother or father — her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father had almost surely died in the Plague. She didn’t even know his name for sure. She had a list, that her mother had given her aunt, of the men she’d slept with in the timeframe her pregnancy started, but her mother had taken to Flight mothing with a vengeance and the list wasn’t exactly short, and as far as Tala knew, all of them were dead by the time the dragonriders reunited to found Katila. And Tala loved her aunt, but she always wondered what it would have been like to know her parents, or at least know her father’s identity. She didn’t need R’vi to have anything to do with taking care of Ryvala, but it would be nice if her daughter could at least point him out in a crowd, if not know him at least a little.
“Anyway,” Tala continued, moving on to the logistics of getting her daughter to Telgar, “I’ll write a message to the creche workers and send that ahead, letting them know when you’ll be there and such. They’ll pack up her things and make sure she’s dressed for travel and so forth, and if you have any questions about transporting a child on dragon back you can ask them, they’ll be able to help.” She had gone to the Telgar creche herself, making sure Ryvala could move in there and getting to know the woman in charge of it, and they had mentioned being able to train people in how to best seat children of different ages on a dragon. The Ista creche surely knew the same. “See, I’m doing most of the work for you,” she teased with a smile, before suddenly getting serious again. “That works for you? I have a message all drafted up and everything, I just needed a name to put in it. Just let me know whenever you’re ready to get her, and I can send it. And by ‘whenever’ I would prefer within a week or two, please,” she concluded, switching back to lighthearted and teasing from responsible mother.
