Fort Weyr - Th'ero and Velokraeth's Weyr
This weyr is opulent and almost as large as one of the ground weyrs and the ledge outside can easily fit two large dragons. The broad shelf ties in directly to the stairs leading down to the bowl below and over to the administration complex, making it easily accessible from both levels and the other end of the ledge curves around as it meets the stone wall of the Weyr and then turns inwards. Carved and smoothed by time, the covered wallow offers more ample space for the residing dragon and one more should a companion be welcomed in. Sheltered by the worst of the elements, it's a perfect hideaway from winter cold and the slight lip allows for large blackets to be draped over it without sliding downwards.The stone floor is smooth, having been worn down over the Turns. Toward the back of the dragon area, there is a wall with a small entranceway leading into a tiny alcove and nook, where several chests, supplies and pegs to hold the straps rest. Beyond this is a narrow hallway, hidden and secreted from view by a grey hued rug, but allows a secondary and private access to the main living area.
Accessible from the ledge outside, two large wooden double doors lead into the wide and spacious living area. Raised like a natural formed dias, a tiny foyer opens up just steps past those doors, gradually and subtly inclining down into the rough semicircular shape of the room. Along the same wall of the doors but further in is a large stone hearth and in front of it lies a very large and well woven rug. Placed on top is a low, dark wood table and behind it is a long, deep cushioned and equally dark leather couch. Thick pillows rest at each end and there is a matching chair to go with the set though it rests to the side and facing back towards the doors. Shelves have been carved into the wall, little recessed pockets that allow for a variety of items to be placed, though most commonly used for glow baskets. The smoothed wall curves at the right handed side, extending out to create a semi-partition, an illusion that the room is in fact made of two pieces.
Tucked away in this hollow is the kitchenette, visible either from approaching it as one walks towards the back of the weyr or through the mock arch window carved at shoulder height into the rock wall extension. There are ample cabinets and counter space, all made with good stone though they are worn a bit by age. Almost directly across from the kitchenette, where the wall slopes and turns to form a natural hallway, another entrance has been carved into the stone. It is a spare room, converted into a modest and cramped personal office and contains little more than a stout and well aged, well cared for wooden desk and a bookshelf crammed with a variety of reading material.
Following the hallway back deeper in the weyr, another entrance opens to the left and one directly ahead with both covered by a thin hanging rug that can be tied back if privacy is required. The left side opens up to the bathroom, large enough for two people. There is a large basin tub carved of the same stone of the wall it was hollowed from and one of the few to have actual plumbing to allow hot and cold water to be poured in directly. The rest of the necessities are tucked away beyond and recessed a bit. A large vanity and mirror takes up most of one of the walls, the countertop made of a lighter stone and the wash basin of a neutral porcelain.
The last entrance set at the end of the hallway leads into a bedroom of a slightly more modest size. Pushed against the far wall, the bed is low and large enough to comfortably fit two grown adults. It's piled with pillows and cushions near the dark wooden headboard and a thick blanket rests overtop, with more furs and spare blankets folded and resting on top of an old and worn chest at the foot of the bed. A dresser has been set to the right of the entrance and across from it a full length mirror rests. Like the living area, shelves have been carved into the stone, as well as more of the small recessed alcoves that hold more glow baskets. No decoration or tapestries hang here, leaving the bedroom rather sombre and neutral for color, save for the dark green vine like plant from a high shelf just below the low ceiling and has been trained to grow along it and then down either side of the wall.

Early spring means warmth in the air but it also brings rain with it. Today is no exception and what started as a few sprinkling drops has now turned into a deluge and sends most folk fleeing for the comforts of the indoors. Th'ero is just one of the many and he's soaked to the bone. So are Elladyr and Aranthi who're tucked under his arms and giggling madly for the 'new game'. Kyzen sloshes his way in beside his father, pushing irritably at his hair which is now plastered to his head and face. "Couldn't dinner wait? Stupid rain. Now I'm cold and there's no food here," he grumbles irritably, while Th'ero just smirks. "You want to go back out there and to the caverns? Be my guest." When Kyzen doesn't budge, Th'ero looks victorious. Ha! Knew it. "Go and change, Kyzen. Your mother will be back soon. And you two," He sets the twins down. "Will stay put while I stoke the fire." Yeah right. It takes but minutes for the weyr to erupt in chaos, with Kyzen rooting around the kitchenette and helping himself to anything he can find, Aranthi finding and cornering a hissing Boo under the bed half dressed and Th'ero chasing a now naked Elladyr around as the toddler boy refuses to cooperate. Welcome home, Kimmila?

Kimmila is…home? She even brought dinner, but, uh, she only expected it to be her and Th'ero so there's not a lot at /all/ in that tray she carries, the metal cover wet from her own trek up the stairs. "Uh." Hi? She's home?

Poor Kimmila. Th'ero needs to be better with his warnings. Only he can't really apologize right now as he's still trying to pin down and dress an unwilling Elladyr who is now shrieking at the top of his lungs as Th'ero holds him to the couch. Aranthi is determined to get a not-impressed Boo out to cuddle and it's Kyzen who all but pounces his mother. "FOOD!" he exclaims gleefully and immediately begins to dance around her and try to paw at the covered tray. "Whatcha bring?"

Kimmila lifts the covered tray in an instinctive and protective 'MINE' gesture. "Not for you!" she laughs. "What are you … all… doing here? Elladyr! Obey your father! Aranthi, if you get scratched it's your own fault." Then back to Kyzen, and she sighs. "Here." She'll just hand it over.
Kyzen just pouts and scowls up at Kimmila when she instinctively pulls the tray away. "Not fair!" he grouses and then smirks… much like his father. "Uncle Tlazio is late with his Crafting and cousin is ill again so Aunt asked father if he'd mind and he promised there'd be dinner." But there wasn't! Woe. His eyes light up though and he's quick to snatch that tray away and go right to the table with it. Only to whine, "I don't LIKE this!" moments later. Oh boy. Elladyr just quits with his fussing to give Kimmila a look. What? He's two Turns! But it's enough that Th'ero can at least get the bottom half of the toddler dressed. Aranthi just ignores everyone.

Kimmila follows after Kyzen, swiping a big ol' bite from the plate. "Great," she says cheerfully, "more for us!" Reverse psychology, anyone? She reaches for another bite. "Why don't you go rescue Boo from your sister?" As for Elladyr…diversion was a success, she'd say.

Kyzen's pout just grows into a scowl and his brows furrow in stubbornness. "Guess I'll just starve then," he grumbles morosely. Do you want him to starve, Kimmila? "No." he continues to grump, arms folding across his chest now and looking much like a grumpy little version of Th'ero. "If Boo bites her it's Aranthi's fault for being stupid." There's a sigh from the couch and it comes from Th'ero. "Kyzen that's not nice to say of your sister. She's two and doesn't know better. And you mom was kind enough to bring some food from the caverns," Not enough of it! "And what Cook makes is what we eat. You know that and that we don't waste. So eat it. I'll have to send for more, I think…" Or one of them isn't eating. Elladyr is curious now too of the food, watching Kimmila take a bite and pointing with a finger. "Mmm?" It's made in a sort of cute, 'hmm' like sound and Th'ero just exhales again. "Elladyr. Use words. Food." He's promptly answered by: "Mmm?" Th'ero gives up and places the toddler in his lap while trying to also snare a forkful of something to feed him. Just then Aranthi returns. "No Boo…" she mumbles sadly and goes on to babble about the bed and Boo not wanting to play.

Kimmila grins crookedly at Kyzen and reaches out to try and ruffle his hair. He /does/ look like his father. Especially that scowl. "Guess you will just starve then," she says, sitting down and taking another little bite. Reaching out, she tries to scoop Aranthi up into her lap and offer the little girl some food as well, in small, easy to grasp bites.

Kyzen tries to duck away from his mother's ruffling but doesn't quite succeed and his attempt to look 'Not Pleased' starts to waver after awhile when he realizes no one is going to fall for his trickery. Moping and moody, he'll start to pick at his share of the food. Th'ero seems to be allowing most of it to go to their children. He figures he'll treat Kimmila to dinner once Tlazio comes by to collect the brood. Aranthi makes a happy sound when she's scooped up and offered food and while Th'ero's continued attempts to get Elladyr to speak rather than make the now frustrating 'hmm' sound, Aranthi is pleased to make up for her brother's slack and parrot the words happily until she's gently shushed. "Harper's say it's normal." Th'ero grumbles under his breath to Kimmila, while keeping their second son occupied with some food and eyeing Kyzen sharply. "Quit playing with it and eat it, Kyzen!" he growls and earns a poke of the tongue from the boy. Nyah.

Kimmila is nodding to Th'ero, but Kyzen's tongue sticking out at his father is enough, and Kimmila reaches over to remove the boy's food. "No dinner for you tonight young man. Not with that attitude and you do not treat your father that way."

Well that does it. Th'ero's about to protest as he's too tired to really care about the sass he's getting from Kyzen but Kyzen bursts into a fit of angry little boy tantrum tears as he takes matters of protesting into his own hands. Literally. He'll attempt to bat and smack Kimmila's hands away. RAWR HIS FOOD! "Not fair, not fair! I'm hungry!" And his wailing starts to make Aranthi and Elladyr edgy too and the latter of which starts to sniffle. "Hush," Th'ero tries to soothe them and silently hope that Tlazio comes soon.

Kimmila sets Aranthi down and rises, scooping Kyzen up into her arms. She'll sling him over her shoulder if she has to, and march him into the bedroom to remove him from the twins. "Kyzenviro Norwyld," she says firmly. Uh oh, full name time. "What has gotten /into/ you tonight?"

Th'ero is quick to gather Aranthi up but also give Kimmila a 'Faranth please don't leave me here alone!' sort of pleading look but there's no choice in the matter. At least the twins are content to focus on eating and Elladyr finally starts using his words. Too much. Now Th'ero will have the pleasure of trying to shut him up to save his sanity. Kyzen meanwhile puts up a good 'fight'. He'll writhe until he's slung over Kimmila's shoulder and then she'll get a few good smacks to her back (which really don't hurt) and he'll even try hauling on her tunic as he cries. Once he's set down, he'll scrub at his eyes and hiccup between teary breaths. Yeah, he knows he's in trouble now! They NEVER call him Kyzenviro, let alone with Norwyld tacked on there. "Not fair!" What's got into him is that he's tired, was dragged out into the rain, soaked through, made to change and is now super hungry but so tired that everything is just turning him into a broody, grumpy brat.

Kimmila sits down on the floor and looks up at him, head tilted a bit. "What's not fair?"

"I don't want that food!" Kyzen explains again with a fresh burst of frustrated tears and anger lacing his voice. He sniffles and exhales, "I'm hungry and father said there'd be food and then you say I can't have it!" It's quiet from the living room, so Th'ero must be handling the twins okay.

Kimmila nods her head a little bit. "But that's the food we've got right now. So you have a choice. You can eat that food, quietly and nicely, or you can go hungry tonight."

Kyzen's answer is a long time coming as he's as stubborn as both his parents combined. Eventually though, he'll nod his head and pout. "I'll be good." he mumbles, just as Th'ero's voice can be heard calling. "Wingmate? Everything alright? Tlazio is here. Is Kyzen ready?"

Kimmila smiles, opening her arms to offer him a hug, comfort, praise…something to show him she loves him and is proud of him. "Yup!" she calls, opening the door for their son. "He's going to need some food though…here or at home. Hey, Tlazio," she greets her brother.

Kyzen will hug his mother (and probably wipe his face on her tunic!) and his tears have stopped and so has his crying. With the door open, he'll walk out to the main room and as promised he's well behaved and quiet. Th'ero and Tlazio have begun to round up and properly dress the twins and Tlazio offers a welcoming grin to his sister. "Hey, Kimm! Mind getting their bags ready?" Both Th'ero and Kimmila want their quiet time, right?

Kimmila shakes her head, "Won't mind at all," she says, hastening to get their things. And yet…she's not in a hurry to kick them out. At least she doesn't appear to be, spending quiet moments with each child, especially Kyzen.

While Tlazio takes the bags, he'll wait patiently for Kimmila to have a few quiet moments with each of her children and Th'ero too will say his goodbyes. Kyzen seems subdued but also tired and it's a wonder if the boy doesn't fall asleep where he stands. He'll give his farewells though and when it comes time to leave, dutifully follow Tlazio and his younger twin siblings out the door and back into the rain, leaving Th'ero and Kimmila to reclaim their evening in peace and quiet and to enjoy a normal dinner.