DTC. Tavern Grounds. End of the Day
Young Lumen: *buzzes his lips a bit and looks for his wife. Wants to snuggle*
Eruiste: *over in the tavern garden, arguing with cabbage*
Young Lumen: *expression brightens as he spots Iste, scooots over*
Eruiste: *kicks the cabbage flying, and then picks the purple one instead*
Young Lumen: *soft chortle*
Eruiste: Stupid slaggin' cabbage... *grins at husband*
Young Lumen: *offers hug*
Eruiste: *snuzzle* Can't stop now. I told Anna I'd bring her a cabbage to cook for tomorrow.
Young Lumen: *considering look* Bbbb.... *will crouch down to help*
Eruiste: *hunkers down again and finishes cutting the purple cabbage, then offers the plant to him*
Young Lumen: *will carry the cabbage in the front of his tunic, which he's holding out like a basket*
Eruiste: *laughs at the cuteness as she herds him toward the Tavern. Her belly is full, her day was quiet and busy, and her favourite person is right here in front of her.
Young Lumen: ^_^ *is easily herded*
little Anna: *was waiting! Sees the cabbage and gives a happy little hop before reaching for it. Big smile and twinkling dark eyes for Young Lumen*
Young Lumen: *happy lip buzz as he gives Little Anna the cabbage*
little Anna: *happily thrrpts back at him and then bounces away with the prize*
Eruiste: *laughs, and then looks around* Hmm. What should we do now?
Young Lumen: *slight shrug. Hadn't thought much farther than 'Find Iste' and 'Snuggle Iste'*
Eruiste: *laughter turns soft as she holds out her arms* You want to go to bed, don't you?
Young Lumen: *oh, right. Nod nod*
Eruiste: *chuckles as she slips her arms around his waist and leans her head against his shoulder* Lazy.
Young Lumen: *headshake* Bbbb.... *worked on making more arrows for the people who needed them, and managed to whittle a peg doll for each of the babbies!*
Eruiste: *snuzzle, and then takes his hand and leads him back out through the back door and then around the stable to the tree that holds their flet*
Young Lumen: *just a bit distracted, as he normally is nowadays*
Eruiste: *holds her husband as the willow tendrils lift them up to the airy platform* Hmmm. Smells like it'll snow tonight.
Young Lumen: *nose wrinkles at the thought*
Eruiste: It's time. The plants are ready. They've been talking about it for awhile.
Young Lumen: *more nose wrinkling. Doesn't really like snow all that much anymore*
Eruiste: *rubs his back as she looks out over the tavern grounds. Feels utterly content. Also feels a baby plant monster going up her leg, but that doesn't make her feel any less content*
Young Lumen: *arms around her waist, snuggle* *considering look that turns into one of concentration*
Eruiste: *quirks a brow as she glances at him without turning her head and waits to see what he's trying to do*
Young Lumen: *slowly and quietly* I-is-te. *snuggle*
Eruiste: ... *big grin. And then a big snog*
Young Lumen: *pleased with himself. And snogged silly*
Eruiste: *lays him down on the pile of furs as he weebles, and then pulls off his boots and sets them aside. Sets her own light shoes beside him and then settles in the bed as well* *sigh and snuggle*
Young Lumen: *contented snuggling that continues even after he's fallen asleep*
Meanwhile, in the giant boots...
Mira: *nommin' supper while Sideburn and Hot Shot bubbies get baths*
X-Brawn: *has a sleepy-sleep since his tummy's full, and he's already had his bath*
kitten: *snuggling X-Brawn and watching the baths*
Sunstreaker: Ack! Slippery! 0_0
Showtime: *trying to keep two wiggly babies in the wash bin, while the other baby who's awake drinks her fill, looks just a bit frazzled*
Sunstreaker: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Meep! *Sideburn juggling as he attempts not to drop the little wet guy*
Sideburn: *belly laugh!*
Hot Shot: *echoes his brother's laughter*
Sunstreaker: *baby in hands. ... Looks at baby, looks at pitcher of rinse water* Aw slag...
Showtime: *biting back a curse as Hot Shot splashes Mira, which sets the little girl to fussing*
Sunstreaker: Slaggit, we need more hands.
Showtime: No kidding.... *acks as Hot Shot gets ahold of her hair and pulls*
Sunstreaker: *then brightens as he remembers he already took his shirt off for this. Grabs Hot Shot and holds him and his brother* Okay, rinse.
Showtime: *grabs the rinse pitcher and rinses babbies. Might accidentally rinse husband too*
Sunstreaker: *grins triumphantly, not caring that water just ran down his pants and into his boots. Though he does think to himself that he's glad they found this giant size tray with sides high enough to keep baby splashes from getting on the floor and leaking through to the fur of the floor below* There, you little tubbers.
Hot Shot: *babbles at the rinse!*
Mira: *beeeeg yawn as she decides that she's had enough nom for now*
Sunstreaker: *gets the boys wrapped in a towel and offers to trade for their sister* Hey! Hot Shot, stop hitting Sideburn.
Sideburn: *giving as good as he gets, at least!*
Showtime: *sighs, does a baby swap*
Sunstreaker: ... You want me to take them down to bed and just let them duke it out? *has Mira half put into the jewelled serving dish that is the baby tub*
Showtime: If it'll get them to settle down.....
Mira: *splash splash splash! Laughs*
Sunstreaker: *extracts the Mira and lays her on the towel on the table by the tub, then reaches for the two little louts in their mothers' arms* Alright, you yahoos, c'mere.
Sideburn: Thrrp thrrp thrrp! *laughs*
Hot Shot: *wallops bubby*
Sunstreaker: *sighs as he grabs a baby sling and dumps them into it, then gives his wife a quick peck on the cheek as he snags X-Brawn as well and heads through the door to the other boot*
X-Brawn: *happy little sound as he sleeps*
Sunstreaker: *grins at that little sound, and then heads into the other upper room and goes carefully down the narrow spiral stairs before setting X-Brawn on the bed in the toe. Will then set the other two boys down on the soft, furry floor and get them diapered before he goes to lay down beside his quiet son*
Hot Shot and Sideburn: *gonna tussle till they're too tired to do so, then they'll snuggle and sleep*
Showtime: *brings Mira a short while later, softly fussing as she closes the trapdoor above her* It's going to snow soon....
Sunstreaker: *frowns, but then grins* We'll be warm.
Showtime: *nods as Mira makes a sleepy little sound* Yeah.... and dry.
Sunstreaker: *sits up with a sigh as he remembers the winter before in the leaking, miserable hut. Long face. Still feels like a failure over that project*
Showtime: *will tuck Mira in with Sunstreaker and X-Brawn before going to retrieve Hot Shot and Sideburn. Will tuck them in as well, and move to make sure everything's ready for the night*
kitten: *follows her around with his tail in the air, helping to patrol the home and get it ready for sleeps*
Sunstreaker: *another sigh* Man, I really stink.
Showtime: *gently* You gave it your best shot, Sunny.... That's the important thing.
Sunstreaker: Yeah, but if we'd have had to settle for my best shot you and the babies'd be sleeping in a rat-infested snowdrift.
Showtime: *will move to settle beside her family. Gentle nuzzle of her husband's forehead* When the kids are older, we can go rat hunting and make the hut even more comfortable.
Sunstreaker: *slight frown* But we have this place.
Showtime: *more nuzzle* *quietly* The sooner we can get the kids used to the outdoors, the better....
Sunstreaker: You mean you don't like this house?
Showtime: It's fine for now, since the kids are still very young.... *unspoken "but..."* *is starting to miss feeling close to the outdoors*
Sunstreaker: *blinking with surprise* But this place even has an insulated floor... it's luxury.
Showtime: And I'm an elf.
Sunstreaker: ...Oh. Right.
Showtime: *more nuzzle* *fondly* Doof....
Sunstreaker: ^_^; What kind of place do you want to live in? Something like Iste and Lu have?
Showtime: *wrinkles her nose at the idea* Next summer, we'll fix the roof on the hut, and fix the door.
Sunstreaker: That reminds me. I saw Tracks and Old Lumen over there today. *frown* I wonder what they were doing.
Showtime: .... I have no idea....
Sunstreaker: They better not've been taking building stuff from it. *scowl*
Showtime: *slight frown, moves to get up* I'll go find out.
Sunstreaker: I can. *looks around* ...Where'd I leave my shirt?
Showtime: Stay with the kids where it's warm, Sunny.
Sunstreaker: *frown* Okay. *lays down by the babies, arching his back slightly as he feels the kitten squirm out from under him*
Showtime: *will kiss husband before she's heading up the steps and through the trapdoor*
Sunstreaker: *still gets dizzy watching people go up that staircase that the dwarves brought in for this part of the boot house, so he closes his eyes*
Outside
night: *clear, cold, crisp, ablaze with stars*
Showtime: *has her boots on properly, isn't the least bit bothered by the cold* *will make her way to the hut, and pause when she sees Old Lumen finishing the last touches to the new roof of the... wait a minute.... The hut wasn't that big before....*
Thrrpt: *looks down* ...Thrrpt.
Showtime: *boggling a bit now*
Old Lumen: *as he finishes* There.... *looks down to Showtime* Come spring, all you'll have to do is convince Sunny to move back in here... *chuckles*
Showtime: ....Holy slag....
Thrrpt: Thrrpt!
Showtime: *moving to inspect the walls and windows* *impressed-sounding obscenity in Elvish*
Thrrpt: *hops down and points to one of the windows, which is pieced together from bits of coloured glass brought back from exploring. Then kicks what is obviously a dragon-baked clay and wattle wall* Thrrpt!
Showtime: *low, impressed whistle*
Thrrpt: grabs her hand and leads her around to the door*
Showtime: *is easily led, will boggle when she realizes that the door will close properly now!*
Thrrpt: *swings that slab of well seasoned, looted, wood aside and steps into the hut, making a 'tada!' gesture with her arms*
Showtime: *grinning as she takes in the interior of the hut, pleased with how cozy it feels, even without a fire. Will scoot over to study the bed, making a satisfied humming sound when she sees that it's more than big enough for the entire family to sleep in if the weather gets cold enough to be uncomfortable. Attention goes to the little fireplace, and then she's nodding to herself as she sees that the workmanship is solid and that it won't take much wood to keep the whole hut at a comfortable temperature for Sunstreaker and the babies*
Thrrpt: *shows her the little wrought metal fence that was made to put around the firepit in order to keep it safe with babies around* Thrrpt! *and then points to the nearby baby pen woven of willows that are planted right in the floor*
Showtime: *approving nod, is glad that the baby pen is close enough to the firepit to keep the babies warm when they're playing*
Thrrpt: *and now will show the lovely springy mattress full of corn husks and set on a tangle of living spruce roots*
Showtime: *quite pleased with the state of the hut now*
Thrrpt: *grins, her eyes asking if Showtime would like help moving. Doesn't have much faith in Old Lumen's idea of the elf woman keeping her family in the boots for the rest of the winter*
Showtime: *nods, looking quite glad to be moving back to the hut, since it's close to the forest like she prefers*
Thrrpt: *books it out through the door, heading for the boots*
Old Lumen: Thrrpt?
Showtime: *out after Thrrpt, her footsteps light on the ground as she hurries back to the boots*
Old Lumen: Showtime? *blink blink blink*
Thrrpt: *back with the kitchen table* :D *hauls it toward the hut*
Old Lumen: *snerk*
Showtime: *will help get all the furniture moved to the hut and arranged to her liking before she's getting a fire going and enough lamps lit to keep Sunstreaker from tripping. That done, she'll then go to get Sunstreaker and the babies*
Thrrpt: *meets her coming. Has ganked two babies and a kitten without Sunstreaker realizing he's lost them* :D :D :D
Mira: *snuggled against X-Brawn and Boots, sleeping peacefully*
Showtime: *small smile as she sees that the babies are wrapped in fur*
Thrrpt: *more big grins, will scoot on into the hut and sit on the stool by the fire with her living loots*
Showtime: *back into the boot, will gently shake Sunstreaker's shoulder before moving to wrap Hot Shot and Sideburn in more furs*
Sunstreaker: Huh? What? *sits up* Hey... what's going on? Where are the other two kids?
Showtime: Thrrpt's sitting with them in the hut. *grinning*
Sunstreaker: *blink blink* I didn't get hit with a time warp, right? ...It's not summer?
Showtime: Old Lumen and Tracks made the hut comfortable, and there's a dragonskin roof now.
Sunstreaker: ... *wibble* So I don't get to fix it?
Showtime: *sits and nuzzles* *quietly* This way, I won't have to worry about you being up on the roof and falling through again....
Sunstreaker: *also quiet, but his disappointment is warring with relief* Is any of what I built left?
Showtime: *nod* The firepit's still there, but now it's got a gate around it so the kids won't be able to get too close... It heats the whole hut easily.
Sunstreaker: *perks* Well, I built the important part, then. Huh?
Showtime: *nods* And since it heats the whole hut easily, you and I won't have to go very far to get firewood. *grins*
Sunstreaker: *grins* And we won't need to buy oil for the lamps just to heat the place. Wood's free. *getting to his feet and pulling on his outside clothes before he stoops to kiss his wife and start gathering the rest of the bed furs* We're leaving the vacuum cleaner behind, right? *still more afraid of that thing than he is of undead dragons*
Showtime: *nods* Yeah.... Whoever has this place next can keep the darn thing.
Sunstreaker: *and now he's fully happy. See the grin as he decides he needs two trips to get all the bed stuff and starts up the little dizzy staircase with the first load*
Showtime: *will watch him make his way up the stairs*
Old Lumen: *blinks a bit at Sunstreaker before moving to see if there's anything else that needs to go to the hut*
Sunstreaker: *sees the dwarf heading that way* I couldn't carry all the bed stuff. *turns and goes into the hut, then looks around in awe*
Old Lumen: *heading back to the hut after getting the last of the furs, is followed by Showtime and the rest of the babies*
Sunstreaker: *busy fixing up the bed as they come in, and arguing with Boots about it* You want to be part of the bed, you slaggin' yahoo?
Boots: *nose nose sniff sniff, explore*
Thrrpt: *grins and greets Old Lumen in her usual manner*
Old Lumen: *snerks and moves to help get the bed ready for sleeping in*
Boots: *abandon ship, he's being ganged up on! Sits on the other three legged stool and watches the bed making over his shoulder*
Showtime: *once the bed's made, she's moving to hip-check Sunstreaker so he gets the hint that it's time for sleeps*
Sunstreaker: Ack. Lemme get the kids. *going to gank the two Thrrpt's got* Thanks, Lumen. *gives the dwarf a slightly sad and sheepish look, wondering if this will make the older adventurer think he's even more of an idiot*
Old Lumen: *patpats Sunstreaker's shoulder* Once the weather warms up, some of the other villagers will probably bug you to fix their firepits too.
Sunstreaker: *surprised blink* You're not just saying that to be nice?
Old Lumen: We only had to add the gating around this one, Sunny.
Sunstreaker: *looks at his firepit. Doesn't know that his design is unique, and very sturdy and practical*
Showtime: *chuckle* Well, considering how well it heats the entire hut, I can see why.....
Old Lumen: *gives the firepit a good, solid thump* There're stonemasons back home who would be jealous of this.
firepit: *doesn't so much as quiver at the thump*
Sunstreaker: *and now he's genuinely happy, and feeling proud for being able to care for his family so well* Sweet. Oh. We better get these guys all tucked in. *uncertain look for Old Lumen and Thrrpt. Should he be hospitable and offer goodies? Even though his wife wants to go to bed?*
Thrrpt: Thrrpt! *runs out, giggling silently*
Old Lumen: *will thump you on the back now, Sunstreaker* Get some rest.
Sunstreaker: *grins* Okay. Thanks again, Lumen.
Old Lumen: *nods and heads out, closing the door behind him*
Sunstreaker: *looks around, then looks down at the rush mat by the bed box* Hey... I made that too.
Showtime: *nods, grinning as she kicks off her boots and lays back on the bed*
Sunstreaker: And no rats. *outside clothes off and on the floor. Tunic follows*
Showtime: *has the babies tucked in, will lift the blankets so Sunstreaker can get comfortable under them*
Sunstreaker: *hops a bit while removing boots, but then climbs over the low wall of the bed and settles on the comfortable, crackling mattress* Heyyyyy...
Showtime: *shucks her outer layers of clothes, will climb under the blankets in her boonies and snuggle her family*
Sunstreaker: *drowsily, as he turns his head and glances over at the cat purring on the stool by the fire* This is nice.
Showtime: *sleepily* Mhmm.... *content*
Sunstreaker: *will lay and watch the firelight dance on the many windows as his family sleeps. Tells God thank You as he does*
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