Be Gentle

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 8th March 2022

Characters: D'hol, Cyradis, Kielya
Description: D'hol comes to visit Cyradis after the disasterous Hatching
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 18 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: K'deren, Timassa, N'vanik, Enali, J'ackt, K'sedel, Dessa, K'deren, Urlene

D'hol

Cyradis

Kielya

It had taken time to get his own Yumath to settle, check on his own
people, and get some information about what had happened before D'hol
was able to check on the one person that remained forefront in his
mind throughout the whole incident. The next morning, though it was
still dark at his own Weyr, D'hol found himself standing in front of
Cyradis' weyr. With his flight helmet still tucked under his arm, he rapped
lightly on the door.

It had seemed like a stream of visitors had come to her door since she
had be put on bed rest by the healer. But she knew from Panitath's
thoughts that it was Yumath's who was at her door so she called out.
"Come in D'hol," she smiled when she saw his face..

He opened the door and stepped in, then when he saw her, some tension
eased from his shoulders. Setting his helmet down, he moved to where
she was resting, knelt and laid a light hand on her cheek before
bending to brush his lips over her brow. "You have to stop doing this
sort of thing, you know." He chided her gently, with a slight smile.
"You, pregnancy, and Hatchings don't really seem to go too well
together, Cyradis." His thumb caressed her cheek. "How are you
feeling?"

"I'll be fine," she smiled. "And this is the last time for me," she
added with a nod as she put her hand on his. "Dessa is really stepping
up and K'sedel is leading the wing so I'm not worrying... much." She
smiled ruefully. "How are the twins?"

"You being on bed rest isn't being fine." D'hol replied, his voice
soft. "The girls are doing well. They're healthy and Timassa is
taking her time to recover." He wasn't sleeping as well, especially
getting up as often as he did to check on them, but he was managing.
"Don't deflect, Cy. How are you really doing? I heard that you might
have to pull Corowal in on this."

She smiled when he talked about the twins. She was happy for them both
and she squeezed his fingers. "I'm on bed rest because of my age and
the fact that I was partially poisoned by one of the drudges which
caused all the problems at the hatching. They think she intended to
kill me or the baby or both." She shook her head. "I'm just lucky I
only took a couple of sips and didn't drink the whole cup." She smiled
tiredly at him. "I _will_ be fine and I hope the baby will too." She
took a deep breath and nodded. "I think I'm going to ask N'vanik to
have L'cor go fetch his father for a conversation. We have to figure
out something to put an end to this."

"Poisoned." D'hol's voice was flat and dangerously soft. "You were
poisoned." His face went absolutely stony and a muscle twitched along
his jaw before he very carefully squeezed her fingers back. "Where is
this drudge, Cyradis?"

"She's in custody," she said, putting a hand on his arm. "Trust me,
N'vanik and K'deren were ready to stake her out for Thread, but she's
pregnant."

"So are you." His reply was curt, barely controlled as his rage
threatened to spill over. At that point, he could have cared less what
the Lord Holder wanted, or even what N'vanik wanted. He wanted to wrap
his hands around the girl's throat and squeeze. "What did Urlene say?"

Her smile widened and her hand rose to the side of his face. "I know,"
she nodded down at her enlarged abdomen. "Urlene put me on bed rest
and comes to examine me every day to make sure I'm obedient. Though I
think Panitath would tell on me if I wasn't being a good girl," she
chuckled.

}:Yes:{ came the simple reply from her lifemate. }:I will tell Yumath,
_and_ Loseth.:{

"Urlene has sense and so does Panitath." He leaned his cheek against
her palm, then turned to kiss it tenderly before cupping her hand with
his. "You listen to her, Cyradis. If anything happens to you..." He
swallowed hard. "I will burn that girl to cinders and anyone else who
helped her, pregnant or not, Blooded, crafter, or Holdless."

She held up a finger, "The child she carries is J'ackt's and I do
_not_ want to lose a Weyrleader's bloodline because the mother has
been used to cause mayhem at our hatching. I've spoken to the girl
and she's not smart enough to have thought all this up herself." She
patted his cheek. "You're not the only smart one in the room
sweetheart. We'll take our time and find them all out, then you bloody
minded men can 'take care' of the problem."

He let go of a slow breath, his anger still simmering under the
surface. Since she was calm, he managed to swallow his own urges to go
and find the girl that had caused this whole affair. "As you decide,"
he grudgingly assented. "This is your Weyr. But if you have need of
me, you have Panitath summon me and Yumath, agreed?"

"Absolutely," she smiled as she saw a face peek around the corner.

"Da!" the squeal came and Keilya pelted into the room and threw her
arms around his neck.

"Oof!" D'hol caught up his daughter in a warm embrace. "Well, hello.
I'm glad to see you too, sweetling."

"I can't jump on mama right now 'cuz she's fragile." Her face took on
a puzzled expression. "K'deren told me that but what's fragile mean?
Oh how are my new sisters? Is Timassa okay? My big sister Naradis is
going to Stand and pretty soon it will be my turn too. Do you think I
should do it right away or wait for awhile?" she took a deep breath to
begin another spate of questions...

D'hol held up a hand to forestall more questions from his daughter.
"Your Ma is delicate and she needs a much rest as she can, much like
when she was with child last time, sweetling. Your sisters are well
and healthy." His eyes flicked to Cyradis. "Perhaps you might visit
with me for a time? To get to know them while your ma rests." **And
the Weyr calms**

"OOoooh" squealed Kielya and she slid out of his arms jumping up and
down and twirling around the room.

Cyradis lifted a brow in question and said quietly. "Are you sure you
want to inflict that energy on Timassa?"

D'hol glanced up at Cyradis and winced in acknowledgement. "A valid
point. But she doesn't have to stay in our Weyr, Cyradis. She is
getting older and is close to Candidacy. Perhaps some time with our
Weyrlingmaster and our Candidates is reasonable. Just for a while
until things settle. We have no eggs on the Sands at present. She
could...stretch her wings. And allow you to rest."

Cyradis smiled tiredly and nodded her agreement. "I was rather
dreading inflicting her on K'sedel although K'deren swears he'll enjoy
the challenge."

As Kieyla continued to dance about, D'hol took Cyradis' hand. "You
know she'll be taken care of." His thumb stroked over her palm. "I
promise it on Yumath's shell."

"Of course," she said, never doubting he'd make sure she'd be watched
as much as any weyrbrat. "Alright," she said after a moment. "Kielya,"
she called. "Go have your sister help you pack."

"Thank you!" Kielya squealed again and turned to fling herself at her
mother in an excess of enthusiasm.

D'hol caught his daughter before she could land on her mother, then
scolded her lightly. "No pouncing. Delicate, remember? Be gentle,
Kielya. You have to be careful with your mother and with Timassa when
you see her next. Understood."

Crestfallen, Kielya subsided and merely patted her mothers arm. "Sorry
mama, I forgot."

Cyradis smiled and cradled Kielya's face with both hands. "I love you
sweeting," she kissed the girl. "Now go pack and make sure your sister
helps so you don't forget anything." She knew D'hol was fully capable
of providing anything she needed but she was trying to instill a
little bit of responsibility in the eleven turn old.

As Kielya scampered off to her room, D'hol turned back to Cyradis and
bent to give her a warm, tender kiss. "I'll take care of her, beloved.
You rest and heal."

She responded to his kiss with an arm around his neck pulling him in
closer. "Thank you love," she smiled. "She is dear but right now a bit
too much."

"Hmm." He nodded in agreement and gave a soft chuckle. "Pity about the
bed rest, hm?" He stroked her cheek, eyes warm. "I'll come and see you
again soon."

She smiled warmly and covered his hand with hers. "I'd like that," she said.

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