Vignette: Turnover 21
What: Paddy's got a special family occasion to celebrate this turn.
High noon and Fort was cold. P'draig was realizing that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to get used to Ista's heat if he was feeling the cold at Fort on Turnover. It kind of made him a little bit sad to think that he might be losing his resistance to extreme cold.
Born and raised at the Reaches. Impressed at Fort. Most of his career until the last few turns at Fort ... but things change.
Another change was unfolding before his eyes and P'draig started clapping with the harpers who were saluting his baby brother.
His looming, tree of a baby brother who was /blushing/ with pleasure at the knot the Masterharper had just hung on his shoulder.
"Papa?" That was Jaivery tugging on his pants leg and Paddy bent to swing the young boy up where he could see his uncle and surrogate father get his Master's knot at last. He grinned downward as Vrys leaned in to hug him briefly, looking very very proud of her weyrmate. His mother's smile was a quiet, serene thing, but he knew she was happy too. The rest of the family were all there too, everyone but Milani who was seeing to preparations up at the Reaches. They'd be going there for a little while and then he was taking Remi and Vrys back to Telgar before heading home.
Home.
Home to Ista and Mic, Palia, Lanea, Dylan and others, waiting to roast up yummy things over a bonfire on the beach, drenched in late afternoon sunshine.
<< It'll be good! >> Jekzith floated bubbles brightly through his rider's head.
Sure will, P'draig agreed without even needing to put it into words as he held out his hand, Jaivery shuffled over onto one hip, so he could shake Giremi's, pull him in for a fond one-shouldered hug.
"Congratulations, little brother. Happy turnover."
High noon and Fort was cold. P'draig was realizing that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to get used to Ista's heat if he was feeling the cold at Fort on Turnover. It kind of made him a little bit sad to think that he might be losing his resistance to extreme cold.
Born and raised at the Reaches. Impressed at Fort. Most of his career until the last few turns at Fort ... but things change.
Another change was unfolding before his eyes and P'draig started clapping with the harpers who were saluting his baby brother.
His looming, tree of a baby brother who was /blushing/ with pleasure at the knot the Masterharper had just hung on his shoulder.
"Papa?" That was Jaivery tugging on his pants leg and Paddy bent to swing the young boy up where he could see his uncle and surrogate father get his Master's knot at last. He grinned downward as Vrys leaned in to hug him briefly, looking very very proud of her weyrmate. His mother's smile was a quiet, serene thing, but he knew she was happy too. The rest of the family were all there too, everyone but Milani who was seeing to preparations up at the Reaches. They'd be going there for a little while and then he was taking Remi and Vrys back to Telgar before heading home.
Home.
Home to Ista and Mic, Palia, Lanea, Dylan and others, waiting to roast up yummy things over a bonfire on the beach, drenched in late afternoon sunshine.
<< It'll be good! >> Jekzith floated bubbles brightly through his rider's head.
Sure will, P'draig agreed without even needing to put it into words as he held out his hand, Jaivery shuffled over onto one hip, so he could shake Giremi's, pull him in for a fond one-shouldered hug.
"Congratulations, little brother. Happy turnover."