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18.Apr.13, 04:56 PM
Dig... big? Huh? What was wrong with this child? Was it retarded? Was there some knob that needed to be wound for the child to resume functionality as normal (cry, pee, poop, cry...) ? And why wasn't it crying and pooping and peeing that very moment? What the heck even was a dig-dig-big? Was this thing some sort of alien and not a baby at all? As the child looked at him, Oahvakeen grimaced, as if it had grown a second head, rattled off a million digits of pi, and the told him a grizzly fortune.
"What?", was all he could manage, expressing his complete and utter confusion of the situation.
He looked at the child. And then he looked at the woman. She had one, two eyes, a nose, some pink things - oh, those were lips, and ears, and two eyebrows. He blinked.
"Why is he outside?", he asked, as if children were not allowed to ever come in contact with the air outside the weyr, let alone be handled by their parents. "Why isn't he being cared for?", of course, his words were so ambiguous that it could have sounded like Oahvakeen was accusing Ameris of neglecting her child by letting him play.
He did want to be adventureous, and here was an opportunity. Instead, he just stood above the sitting woman looking hulking and awkward with a baby begging for his attention with its eyes. It took all his strength not to look at the woman and to lurch around her to find a place beside the child and sit. He loooked at the child. The child looked at him. He looked at the child. The child looked at him. Oahvakeen could have sworn he saw the faint but distinctive outline of a booger slowly making its way outside the child's nose at a snail's pace.
"Like this? Will it bite me? What do I do now? How do I digdigbig ?"
He tentatively moved one of his hands forwards, palm up, and stayed it in front of the child's face, as one would let a dog sniff him. He lowered his hand back to himself eventually.
"I'm Oahvakeen. I took the day off."
"What?", was all he could manage, expressing his complete and utter confusion of the situation.
He looked at the child. And then he looked at the woman. She had one, two eyes, a nose, some pink things - oh, those were lips, and ears, and two eyebrows. He blinked.
"Why is he outside?", he asked, as if children were not allowed to ever come in contact with the air outside the weyr, let alone be handled by their parents. "Why isn't he being cared for?", of course, his words were so ambiguous that it could have sounded like Oahvakeen was accusing Ameris of neglecting her child by letting him play.
He did want to be adventureous, and here was an opportunity. Instead, he just stood above the sitting woman looking hulking and awkward with a baby begging for his attention with its eyes. It took all his strength not to look at the woman and to lurch around her to find a place beside the child and sit. He loooked at the child. The child looked at him. He looked at the child. The child looked at him. Oahvakeen could have sworn he saw the faint but distinctive outline of a booger slowly making its way outside the child's nose at a snail's pace.
"Like this? Will it bite me? What do I do now? How do I digdigbig ?"
He tentatively moved one of his hands forwards, palm up, and stayed it in front of the child's face, as one would let a dog sniff him. He lowered his hand back to himself eventually.
"I'm Oahvakeen. I took the day off."
