Post by Nai-ru on Sept 22, 2007 16:08:17 GMT -5
A few days after the end of the Weyrling lessons, just before Depth Flew, Theo had suddenly 'decided' to go off by herself with Lykath (and Nanny). It was simply a matter of pride. There were some things a woman should do on her own.
Screw Healers!
(Remember, this was our Weyrwoman.)
'Sides, if it killed her...
...
...well....
...uh....
Oh, come on, she'd trained Sonya and Death to take over, so there really wasn't a problem... Not like anyone'd miss her too much... Certainly not C'rin, who'd probably laugh hysterically (and, she hoped, in doing so would stumble around enough to fall from a very great height and land on his head on stone).
Anyway.
She had returned three months later waving around a baby with huge violet eyes, a shock of incredibly black hair, and a name that was technically Teydrin (her mother had, in the end, had to acknowledge the father in the name) but functionally 'my little Squishy.'
Oh, she knew she'd have to give her over to a foster mother eventually, but for now she had decided to enjoy things. By shoving baby Teydrin in the faces of random people as they passed, cooing, and talking fondly about 'her little Squishy.'
As a mother, Theo was very strange.
Ah, well.
Whenever this happened, Teydrin stared expressionlessly at the unfortunate victim of her mother's enthusiasm, with a look in her eye that clearly announced that she did not know or care who the shard this random person was.
Teydrin did not cry.
Teydrin did not babble.
Teydrin did not smile.
Teydrin did not even gurgle fondly and then spit up all over your best shirt.
What Teydrin did was stare at you with such an appearance of seriousness that you either laughed nervously or ran away screaming... though the running away bit may have had something to do with the fact that Theo was shoving Teydrin in your face and screeching.
During all this, Lykath snored, sleeping upside-down on her ledge next to Mith (who cooed as much as Theo), and Nanny, who had been aptly named, scolded and violently attacked those people who thought that the face-shoving was an invitation to get too close to the baby.
Occasionally, someone would get around Theo and Nanny, coo at the thing, and tickle Teydrin's cute little baby feet. This person would be kicked in the eye for their trouble, while Teydrin excuded not caring.
Let the psychoticness begin.
Screw Healers!
(Remember, this was our Weyrwoman.)
'Sides, if it killed her...
...
...well....
...uh....
Oh, come on, she'd trained Sonya and Death to take over, so there really wasn't a problem... Not like anyone'd miss her too much... Certainly not C'rin, who'd probably laugh hysterically (and, she hoped, in doing so would stumble around enough to fall from a very great height and land on his head on stone).
Anyway.
She had returned three months later waving around a baby with huge violet eyes, a shock of incredibly black hair, and a name that was technically Teydrin (her mother had, in the end, had to acknowledge the father in the name) but functionally 'my little Squishy.'
Oh, she knew she'd have to give her over to a foster mother eventually, but for now she had decided to enjoy things. By shoving baby Teydrin in the faces of random people as they passed, cooing, and talking fondly about 'her little Squishy.'
As a mother, Theo was very strange.
Ah, well.
Whenever this happened, Teydrin stared expressionlessly at the unfortunate victim of her mother's enthusiasm, with a look in her eye that clearly announced that she did not know or care who the shard this random person was.
Teydrin did not cry.
Teydrin did not babble.
Teydrin did not smile.
Teydrin did not even gurgle fondly and then spit up all over your best shirt.
What Teydrin did was stare at you with such an appearance of seriousness that you either laughed nervously or ran away screaming... though the running away bit may have had something to do with the fact that Theo was shoving Teydrin in your face and screeching.
During all this, Lykath snored, sleeping upside-down on her ledge next to Mith (who cooed as much as Theo), and Nanny, who had been aptly named, scolded and violently attacked those people who thought that the face-shoving was an invitation to get too close to the baby.
Occasionally, someone would get around Theo and Nanny, coo at the thing, and tickle Teydrin's cute little baby feet. This person would be kicked in the eye for their trouble, while Teydrin excuded not caring.
Let the psychoticness begin.