Who Aignes, F'inn, K'zre
What F'inn, K'zre and Aignes run into each other in the LC and make plans for future family introductions.
When Summer-Autumn - Month 8 of Turn 2722
Where Living Caverns, Fort Weyr

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Fort Weyr - Living Caverns
This cavern, having been created by bubbles in the volcanic flow of this extinct volcano, has a breathtaking ceiling — a vast dome that arches high above the heads of the weyrfolk that scurry around beneath it. A hollow echo can be heard from loud enough noises, and the chatterings of various firelizards are consequently multiplied into a chaotic babble. All in all, the living cavern is a loud place.

Tables are scattered around the room, apparently in no particular order. Over to one side near the kitchens, two medium sized serving tables are constantly spread with snacks, klah, and other goodies. The tables look worn, yet perfectly fitted to the atmosphere of the caverns. In the 'corners' of the cavern, smaller two and four place tables are set up for more private talks or just a less chaotic atmosphere in which to eat.


It's dinner time and Aignes technically has dinner. Some mashed tubers and some roasted wherry make up possibly the beigest plate imaginable, but she's not touched much of it yet. The food's been set to the side in favor of a glass of water and currently the greenrider's attention is on a blank page in front of her as she tap-tap-taps her pen. Judging by the flowers on the letterhead, that's probably not an official message that she's in the process of drafting. At least hopefully not.

Beige food is better than no food? Even if she's not touching it. K'zre won't criticize. Probably. He's apparently got his own problems, says the scowl on his face. A plate in one hand, and a bronzerider on the other, fingers pinched to F'inn's tunic as though he might escape, he's marching them toward a table with little concern over where it's located. That it happens to be Aignes's table is a happy coincidence, as he plucks both himself and his plate down before even recognizing she's there. "People don't just slap others for no reason," he insists, in a tone that suggests it is not the first time he's said it. "Which means something happened." And K'zre? K'zre wants to know what that thing is. It is only as he turns to scowl at the rest of the table that he recognizes they are not alone. A frown, a narrowing of his eyes, and a murmured, "Oh," will have to serve as his apology, though he does manage a decent, "Hello Aignes," after a second or two of thought.

F'inn looks more then a little flustered and annoyed and.. well.. okay, he's a little bit amused. "I haven't done anything," he repeats for what has to be the hundredth time. "I mean… Maybe her dreams? I'm sure there are some very interesting dreams about me going around." Arrogant? Well, maybe a little. He's a good looking man and he damned well knows it. Course, it's not helping that he finds K'zre's 'snit' adorable. Fortunately, he keeps himself from grinning to blatantly (while K'zre is looking, at least). He does, however, toss a cheeky wink to Aignes as they come upon her table. "Evening Aignes. Um… Dinner? Or are you wallpapering the living cavern?"

Aignes and food are existing in the same location for the time being so its certainly an improvement. She looks up from her paper not entirely surprised to see her clutchmates there although K'zre's statement does earn a raised eyebrow and F'inn's not too convincing rebuttal. "It'd have to be some dream to make a stranger slap the weyrsecond. Or maybe she wasn't a stranger?" She'll just not help at all with that little weyrmate-drama. There's an eyeroll for the wallpaper comment. "Evening. And no. It's about time I send my mother a letter. If I miss another monthly family dinner, she might end up gathering up a search party." Although right now, it looks like she's been doing about as much writing as she's done dinner-eating.

"Dreams." K'zre is not amused and isn't shy about showing it. "Why would she be dreaming about you?" But his head is turned and his eyes are elsewhere when that grinning comes, otherwise random women may not be the only ones slapping F'inn. "Exactly my theory," he agrees, seconding Aignes's hypothesis. A scowl, and he shoots some serious side-eye at the unfortunate Weyrsecond before turning to regard Aignes once more. "How are you feeling?" From anyone else, the question might sound politely concerned. From K'zre, it comes across more like a matter of clinical curiosity. He's a healer, after all. And she's sort-of his patient. "You haven't told her yet?" he surmises, glancing once at the blank paper before averting his gaze to his own plate.

"Have you seen me?" F'inn can't help it, he's amused and he just can't take it seriously, at all. And really? He /has/ filled out exceptionally well. It's Aignes' addition to the 'discussion' that has him raising his hands in a shrug, the laughter clear in his eyes. "I cannot be held responsible for something I haven't done in turns." There are currently only TWO people in the cavern he has so much as touched since impression. He does, however, wink at K'zre at the side-eye, his brows rising and falling in a playful twitch as he settles his hip against the table in a rakish lean. "Not good if she's eating that," he points out with a tilt of his head toward the plate O' blandness. "You should tell her. My mother is losing her mind with excitement. She wants to have us all out to her cottage for dinner as soon as possible."

If only popcorn had been on the cavern's menu today, Aignes would happily stomach some while watching a F'inn-slappening. Especially with the smug grinning and the laughing. Her eyebrows raise up when F'inn tries to play it off some more. "So you are responsible?" But then Kez has his clinical questions and she straightens up. "I'm fine." It's the automatic, polite response, although she has some side-eye of her own for F'inn as he calls out her bland-o-meal. She shifts awkwardly in her seat at the mention of the letter. "I'm trying. But I know she'll have questions." Questions she'd rather never discuss, let alone through mail where it'd be written down possibly for forever.

"Yes. I have." Seen F'inn. In fact, Kez is seeing a rather lot of him right now, what with the suspicious side-eyeing going on. But while Aignes might read guilt in the grinning of his weyrmate, K'zre apparently does not. Likely because he's made no connection between smuggery and admission of fault. But what he /does/ do, is seize on that simple statement of his fellow greenrider's, a finger pointed at Aignes while his gaze turns to F'inn. "Exactly!" What exactly? "But he won't tell me," he adds, for Aignes's benefit even if he's still scowling at the bronzerider. But even K'zre's ire must take a back-seat to discussions of health, the healer's composure returned as he slides a glance at first the plate, and then the greenrider again. "She's not eating it," he points out. "Though perhaps she intends to. Do you?" he wonders outright of Aignes. "Intend to eat it?" As for difficult letters about uncomfortable subjects, well… "I find it best to be straight forward in the explanation." Of course, he would. "I could help you write it out, if you'd like?" WARNING - DO NOT ACCEPT! No mother needs to read what K'zre would write the matter.

"She knows you are a dragonrider, Aignes. Surely she knows how flights happen? And I mean, at least its not some stranger? There's someone readily avialable to be slapped." Slapping just doesn't bother him. He's firmly of the opinion that women are just balls of crazy wrapped in pretty packages. "And no, I am not responsible," he allows. "Or rather, I am responsible," is admitted. "For /declining/ her offer," is added pointedly to his weyrmate. He does, however, give a firm shake of his head at the thought of explanations. "Tell her as little as possible," he suggests. "Whatever she is thinking is not going to be made better or worse with details. A mom is going to believe what she is going to believe." Period. In the wake of the words, he settles into a more comfortable lean on the table, reaching over K'zre to snag the roll from his plate.

"I certainly didn't claim a plate just to throw it away…" Although Aignes will give her tubers about as much side-eye as Kez was giving F'inn. Another thing at the table not completely trusted. "The minehold is a long way from any Weyr," she'll point out, despite the fact that they mine firestone which pretty much exclusively goes to the Weyrs. "What she thinks she knows about flights…" She winces at the thought of what might run through her mother's mind when the topic is brought up. "And you are a stranger. To her. I may just leave as 'I'm currently unable to attend due to medical grounding. Czarduinath and I are both fine and look forward to visiting again in a few months.' Along with my sincere regrets… Some things are best delivered in person."

K'zre is still not amused — nor convinced, scowling at his weyrmate in turn. Stealing his roll? Definitely not helping! But the greenrider will allow, gaze studying F'inn with all that clinical intensity previously leveled upon Aignes, until he seems to decide he either takes him at his word or will cede the attempt at truth until they are alone again. "I could write you something official, if you'd like," he offers Aignes, his attention turning to his own plate. It is not nearly as bland as Aignes's and boasts a colorful array of fruits and veggies along with a meager portion of herdbeast. It is this which he cuts into carefully as he considers the conversation. "If it might help." Writing a doctor's note for the woman his weyrmate knocked up is the least he can do, right?

F'inn tears a chunk off the roll, popping it in his mouth and chewing a bit before shrugging. "Just be honest," he points out. "She's not going to appreciate thinking you were evasive or deliberately vague." At least, his mother would be livid over that. It is the mention of going between in a few months that has him lowering the roll and leveling a look on Aignes. "Is that a good idea? That doesn't sound like a good idea."

Aignes actually manages a laugh at K'zre's offer to help. "A healer's note? That certainly wouldn't have her go wild with worst case possibilities." Because F'inn's theory about balls of crazy? That certainly would be held true by Aignes' mother half a continent away wondering about medical condition of her child when presented with documentation from an actual healer. As for the good idea part, she shrugs. "The risk of miscarriage greatly reduces after the first trimester. Inri was the one that actually suggested it." Considering the weyrwoman has successfully had two children, it's a suggestion she's willing to consider. "I'd probably be more conservative and give at least an extra month." Conservative might as well be Aignes' middle name.

"It was just an offer," murmurs K'zre, looking somewhat slighted by the laugh. Taking a bite of his dinner, he settles for chewing as an excuse for silence, briefly scowling at his plate (and not his weyrmate, for once) as Aignes and F'inn debate over Between travel. It is only once he's swallowed that he'll chime in, a glance spared for the pair before he adds, "She's right," in a confident tone. "Between is generally considered safe in the second and third trimester, though you may find it somewhat awkward as the baby grows." Scaling that dragon with a giant baby-belly might not be so fun. "And be careful when you fly — use your straps even for short trips, as your center of gravity may shift," says the man who has never, and will never, be pregnant. A frown, and considers, "Just don't wait too long, or she'll see the reason before you can explain it."

F'inn doesn't like the thought of Aignes going Between at all. So much so that his lips press in a thinline, his nostrils flairing as he entertains the thought of grounding her and Czarduinath until after the baby is born. And while the thought it is there, glittering in angry eyes, he pushes it down with a slowly inhaled breath. K'zre's reassurance serving to calm his rising ire. "We could alway have riders sent out to bring her here, instead." Pushing off the table, he slips onto the bench next to K'zre, offering over the remainder of the roll as he does so. "Thank you," he murmurs in quiet tones. Still, he doesn't like the thought of betweening, nor the thought that he has absolutely no say in whether it happens, or not.

"And it was a very nice offer," Aignes will concede and try to at least make some peace there. She didn't mean much by the laugh, just the image of the reaction such a note would get was unavoidable. The mention of sending riders to fetch her gets a headshake. "No. I'll go to her for this one trip. And you both will come with me?" There's a glance to both of her clutchsiblings. While she doesn't want to admit it, a little bit of emotional support is very much needed for that. While F'inn might be frowning, she does give a small shrug. "Even if we could send riders to fetch my mother, I will need to make at least a few trips somewhere warm come winter. Czarduinath may be a small green, but she's long since outgrown the weyrling pools. She'll need a few baths when the water here is frozen."

K'zre has little (read: no) experience with concerned mama's, so perhaps he can be forgiven for not thinking it through. F'inn can explain it to him later. For now, he'll munch through his meal as efficiently as possible, though he nudges the roll back over to his weyrmate's side. "Come… with you?" For a moment K'zre's expression is blank — entirely devoid of emotion as he sits and gapes at Aignes. "I don't understand. If a note would frighten her, do you really think bringing me is a good idea?" He's clearly not thinking of introductions. Which is probably why he can be so casual about it, confused rather than concerned. Even if F'inn is, for entirely different reasons. K'zre's hand steals beneath the table, finding his weyrmate's leg to offer further reassurance when he again insists that, "It's fine. It's safe," in answer to all of that upset he can see simmering beneath the surface.

F'inn glances at K'zre at Aignes' request/invitation, the reassurance met with a quiet exhale and a squeeze of the hand on his leg. Lacing their fingers, he studies his weyrmate for another long moment before looking back at Aignes and nodding. "We'd love to accompany you, Aignes." He has no intention of making her face that alone, it wouldn't be fair. "I'm sure K'zre can answer any questions your mother might have." Which may, or may not be frightening. "Hopefully it will reassure her to know that you have an extended family here to support you, as well."

Aignes eyes widen at the thought of introducing Kez as healer first off and shakes her head. "Nooooo… I was thinking of introducing you as clutchmates first, so they're not surprised when it's not just Czarduinath appearing and then after dinner we can…" She waves her hand. They know. And at that point it may very well be an elephant in the room. AWKWARD FAMILY DINNER TIME. Speaking of dinner, she does finally pick up her fork although it's mostly to just poke at the tubers instead of eating it. "And besides, I still need to meet your mother, F'inn. And N'sir and R'sner." One thing is for sure, this kid will have plenty of family.

"Oh." K'zre will just let Aignes decide how, and when, she introduces people. He's likely glad for the excuse not to worry about it, too. Fingers laced with F'inn's, the rest of his dinner is a slow process of eating through veggies and fruits, the rest of the herdbeast ignored since he's not able to cut it. This is fine. He's practically a vegetarian most of the time. "They've probably gone cold," he points out, for Aignes's tuber-prodding. And while meeting Aignes's mother does not worry him in the slightest (mostly because he's no idea the awkwardness awaiting him) the mention of F'inn's mother, his own father, and his father's weyrmate, have him looking a little stressed. "Everyone? Do they all… not at one time, right?" So much family!

F'inn nearly chokes in response to K'zre leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Can you imagine that? N'sir would be weeping, out of joy, but still weeping. R'sner would be scowling because N'sir is weeping, my mother would be weeping, because she can't not weep when someone else is weeping… Tears, everywhere, punctuated with scowls and wide eyed look from the rest of us. No, I think we should wait to get them /all/ together until the baby is here to distract them." That's right, F'inn, use the baby as a living shield! Way to parent. "But," he adds with a sigh. "We need to go, I have to pick up those reports from my office," he reminds K'zre as he pushes to his feet. "Let us know when," is directed to Aignes as he does his level best to herd K'zre out of the living cavern without getting slapped, again.


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