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17.Jul.22, 12:40 PM
The day had cooled off just enough that T’ryn decided an evening play time in the Lower Bowl would be okay. It was getting close to the twins’ bed time but he found letting them burn off a little more energy by scampering around outside helped settle them down. Cazan would be entertaining Yfris soon so he told her to focus on wrapping up her projects for the day to get ready for that while he enlisted his brother to assist in playing distraction. It was nice having K’dar back at Telgar. Not only did it mean he was recovering but they had another willing babysitter back on the roster. And another bronze barricade.
Syrendryth and Tiberuth were in their usual positions of lying down not too far away from their little group. They helped keep the kids corralled in case one tried to make a break for it—though with two adults, they weren’t usually needed. And maybe T’ryn liked having them as shields for his family. The attacks had started up again after such a long break and it had mostly been his siblings as victims thus far. He didn’t want to think they were intentional targets but it was hard not to when he thought back on how many attacks had been in his own weyr. He quickly pushed away the memory of Parella dying in his living room before it latched on and ruined the nice evening outing.
He focused on the kids instead, smiling as K’dar played with Vayren while Carynza banged a couple of wooden blocks together. He learned early on that bringing some toys down helped a lot. Their attention spans were usually as long as a flitter’s but having options was good and the wooden blocks were current favourites. A’tay made them for their first birthday. He had stained each block a different colour, painted a letter on twenty-six of them, and numbers on ten others. They were a great tool for helping the kids with starting to learn their colours and he spelled out simple words for them—though they were probably too young for that. And sometimes they were just convenient noisemakers. But they were happy so T’ryn was as well.
“Which block is blue?” T’ryn asked and Carynza stopped her banging and looked at the two in her hands. Then she looked at the ones around her. Finally she dropped the red one in her left hand and picked up a blue block. “You found it!” He gave a little cheer and clapped his hands which Carynza mimicked but with the blocks still held so they were back to plonking against each other.
He started to build a little house with the blocks, glancing up at K’dar as he worked, “tell me truthfully; the Weyrleader’s not working you too hard is he?” S’far had been excited to have K’dar back and T’ryn admitted he was as well. The Weyrleader had been piling extra work on him to help make up for the lack of Second and to keep his mind off of the attacks on his family. It had been an oddly touching gesture but T’ryn was more than happy to turn a lot of it back over to K’dar. He just hoped the man wasn’t pushing himself too far.
Syrendryth and Tiberuth were in their usual positions of lying down not too far away from their little group. They helped keep the kids corralled in case one tried to make a break for it—though with two adults, they weren’t usually needed. And maybe T’ryn liked having them as shields for his family. The attacks had started up again after such a long break and it had mostly been his siblings as victims thus far. He didn’t want to think they were intentional targets but it was hard not to when he thought back on how many attacks had been in his own weyr. He quickly pushed away the memory of Parella dying in his living room before it latched on and ruined the nice evening outing.
He focused on the kids instead, smiling as K’dar played with Vayren while Carynza banged a couple of wooden blocks together. He learned early on that bringing some toys down helped a lot. Their attention spans were usually as long as a flitter’s but having options was good and the wooden blocks were current favourites. A’tay made them for their first birthday. He had stained each block a different colour, painted a letter on twenty-six of them, and numbers on ten others. They were a great tool for helping the kids with starting to learn their colours and he spelled out simple words for them—though they were probably too young for that. And sometimes they were just convenient noisemakers. But they were happy so T’ryn was as well.
“Which block is blue?” T’ryn asked and Carynza stopped her banging and looked at the two in her hands. Then she looked at the ones around her. Finally she dropped the red one in her left hand and picked up a blue block. “You found it!” He gave a little cheer and clapped his hands which Carynza mimicked but with the blocks still held so they were back to plonking against each other.
He started to build a little house with the blocks, glancing up at K’dar as he worked, “tell me truthfully; the Weyrleader’s not working you too hard is he?” S’far had been excited to have K’dar back and T’ryn admitted he was as well. The Weyrleader had been piling extra work on him to help make up for the lack of Second and to keep his mind off of the attacks on his family. It had been an oddly touching gesture but T’ryn was more than happy to turn a lot of it back over to K’dar. He just hoped the man wasn’t pushing himself too far.
