News Can't Wait
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Bree, Emma, Nici
Date Posted: 16th July 2005
Characters: Fieayz, Fielton, Badia
Description: Fieayz goes to tell her father that her gold flit has clutched, only to disturb him and his new wife...
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 6, day 22 of Turn 3
The gold flit had finally done it. She had settled and found a corner, and there had produced seven wonderful eggs. She hadn't wanted to let Fieayz close at first, they were hers, and hers alone. But after a candlemark or so of persuasion, Fieayz had been able to count them. No golden egg, she had been told that would be obvious, as Arva's own had been. They seemed to be of a good size, and as far as she could tell from the feelings that Arva was projecting, the gold was satisfied with them.
Fieayz rose to her feet, it was time she told her father. Making her way to the rooms he was now sharing with his new wife, she knocked on the door.
Inside the room, Fielton paused in the act of sliding his wife's dress from her shoulder, his face twisting in a frown. "It must be one of the girls," he said in an irritated voice. "No one else would come into our quarters..."
Badia took his face in her hands and kissed him. "Are you going to answer it or look all surly?" Fielton only got irritated when someone of lesser rank didn't act quickly enough or if they got interrupted--and he didn't particularly care if it was friend or foe interrupting either. It was almost...sweet.
With a long sigh, Fielton kissed Badia's shoulder before sliding her dress back into place. Then he slipped to the door and opened it. "Fieayz? What do you need?"
"Papa," she said. She nodded to Badia, unsure of how to adress her, she was not her mother, but was her father's wife. Ma'am seemed too formal, using her name without being invited to disrespectful. "Papa, I came to tell you that Arva has laid her eggs."
Badia wondered why the news couldn't have possibly waited--after all the bloody eggs weren't going anywhere and they still had the evening meal to attend later. Then again, she had to remember that not everyone had a measure of common sense at 16 Turns and both of Fielton's daughters had shown themselves to be over-excitable or dramatic in nature than her own temperament had patience for.
Fielton looked a little more interested than his wife--but then, _he_ had political gain to be bought with the eggs. "How many of them?"
"There are seven of them," replied the girl. "Seven beautiful eggs Papa, you have to see them, I'm sure I can persuade Arva to let you look."
Fielton glanced over his shoulder at his waiting wife and then back to his daughter. "I'd be happy to later, Fieayz. Right now though I'm a little busy."
"She's in my room Papa, you could come before dinner?"
This was almost worse than having a small toddler! Badia fought the urge to roll her eyes and went to her husband, wrapping an arm around his waist. "The child is so anxious, husband. Perhaps you should go see her little eggs."
"Papa, if this is a bad time..." Fieayz was finally realising that perhaps this was not for the best to push the issue. "Maybe we should leave Arva to get used to having them there."
"After dinner would be better, Fieayz," Fielton said firmly. His girls were nearly old enough to _be_ wives... which was too old to be keeping him from spending time with his own wife. "Your step-mother and I will be along in time for dinner."
She nodded. "I see Papa," the gold might have calmed down enough by then to enjoy having an audience. "It might be good to give her some time to get used to the idea of having the eggs first."
"Probably," Fielton replied mildly. "Is there anything else you need, Fieayz?"
"No Papa, I should really go and get ready for dinner."
Fielton nodded and closed the door without another word, turning to his wife. "I worry about her sometimes... I think that the girls both learned some unseemly habits at the Weyr."
Badia drew him into her arms. "She's simply very excitable, husband. But with such news, can you blame her?" It was the most diplomatic thing she could think of to say considering the girl had ruined a very delightful moment to tell them about _eggs_ of all things!
"I suppose not..." Fielton wasn't much in the mood for diplomacy. With a smile he swept his wife up in his arms and settled into his chair with her in his lap. "But we have better things to spend our time with for right now..."
Last updated on the August 17th 2005