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20-05-02: Sprog Discussion
Lydiere catches M'kan upon the beach, and discussion turns immediately towards children - her own, and his.

He was quietly sitting on the beach, upon a rock, actually. Does M'kan note the arriving gold? Nope. He is too busy watching the water splashing on the shoreline. With a soft mmm, he then looks over to the pair, grinning. "Hey, Lyd!"

"Mik!" greets Lydiere with a warm expression, her face flushed with the heat. Striding across the beach, she rolls up the sleeves of her shirt, waving one hand in front of her face. "How're you?" She's quiet, in voice, coming to lean up against the edge of another rock, nearby, using it as a support for her back. "Nice day, isn't it?"

"Nice, definitely." M'kan admits softly, nodding and then looking over, admitting, "You look well." Go figure, he'd mention about health, neh? However, he then adds, "That gold of yours certainly is a beauty." But then he silently will admit Tiregeth's far lovelier.

Lydiere gives herself a wry glance, her grey eyes rolling cheerfully. Dryly, "What, because I've lost weight thanks to spewing my guts up once or twice a day, at least?" She tilts her head into a short nod, adding, "But thank you. I feel well enough, for all of that." Llysereth, who has draped herself out upon the sand, lazily, is given a glance with a flicker of her eyelashes, and a nod, "Thank you. And how's Xaeloth, at the moment?"

"Xaeloth's been trying to spend as much time with Tiregeth when that bronze isn't about." M'kan admits, shaking his head before chuckling a touch. "And J'ey and I got lots of time t'gether... considering things are right as rain over with us..." He sighs. "I have been working on my faults too."

"Ahreluth?" Lydiere queries, her head tilting back so that she can watch M'kan thoughtfully. "Hopefully, he'll go back to Llysereth properly, then. She stopped taking comfort in Zymanth, after all." Her lips part into a warm, slender smile, as she digs her bare toes into the sand. "I'm glad to hear that, too. G'wain and I have been trying to do the same. It's hard getting back to normal, but we're getting there." Hesitating, she adds, "Your faults?"

"Jealous streak comes out now and then.." He admits this but then M'kan chuckles and pondering. "It's hard with flights, it'll be worse when your lovely lady here rises." He makes a face then and then looks up to the ceiling.

Lydiere says, after a pause: "Oh. I see." She allows a brief smile to spread upon her face, another glance ducked back towards Llysereth, whose unconcerned pose suggests she's doing her best to ignore the conversation altogether, if she's picking any of it up from Lydiere. "Worse, how? She's due, soon. Another month or so, unless she gets out of cycle, thanks to my pregnancy. She doesn't like the idea."

"Oh-ho, so you are pregnant?!" M'kan seems to be content about that but then coughs delicately. "Congrats, by the way." He gazes to the gold, "I'll remember to note when she glows the most, I'll make sure to take a long trip with my weyrmate."

Lydiere wrinkles her nose, nodding her head. "'fraid so. Uh--thanks, I guess." She doesn't sound entirely convinced on the topic, although she gives a quick smile. "Good idea. And maybe, if I can convince everyone to do that, Ahreluth'll be the only one that chases, and all those-- potential problems will become impossible." She snorts, turning her gaze out to sea: "Life isn't meant to be simple, I guess."

"WEll, let's hope things won't get any worse of someone else catches her." But M'kan hopes for that to NOT happen. He would be mortified big time.. if Xaeloth caught the gold. Ahem. He won't mention that, of course.

"Absolutely," agrees Lydiere, casting a sly glance towards M'kan, then rapidly turning it away again. She can guess, perhaps. "G'wain's got a jealous streak, too, and he's-- well, he's still young, emotionally. Physically, you and he are the same age, or thereabouts, I think?"

"About the same age, yes." M'kan agrees and then tilts his head, pensively. "I suppose.." but then he notes the look Lydiere gives, his brow quirking upwards and then coughs delicately. "Comes with age.. I suppose..:

"Emotional maturity? Probably, at least to an extent. In some ways. In other ways, I don't think age has a thing to do with maturity." Lydiere wiggles her toes through the sand that covers them, reclining against the rock. "I don't know."

"It all depends on the person, you know." Mik nods then and then chuckles under his breath, shaking his head now. "I won't say much, I had a strong training as a soldier."

Again, Lydiere gives a nod, agreeing with a slight parting of her lips, showing her off-white teeth. "We're all different. I sort of had to grow up-- I was a mother, at eighteen. Others, well, they don't have that impetus." She glances back up, considering M'kan thoughtfully. "Mm."

"I think my aunt was a mother at seventeen." He admits but then nods slowly, "It's understandable you had to grow up, with a child and such." M'kan chuckles softly, shaking his head, "I had so many half-siblings, I did part time with babysitting."

"I'm hoping fatherhood--" begins Lydiere, cutting off after a pause, which leaves her just nodding her head slowly. "I bet that helped, too. Your parents were pretty... expansive breeders, huh? Same as my mother, I suppose. My birth father never managed to sire any more kids than just me, though, so far as I know."

"Considering the flights my father's bronze flew in and the times I watched my mother take.. well, you know." M'kan lifts his shoulders, glancing over, "Fatherhood will cool G'wain's jets?" He offers, curiously, "Or tone him down a bit?"

Lydiere nods her head, ruefully. "Yeah, I get the picture. Mum's had kids by three different fathers." She hesitates, then nods: "Something like that. Might calm him down a little, make him grow up, be more responsible."

"Well, considering he is a wingleader, we know what is capable of, right?" M'kan offers, nodding slowly then, lips twisting int a wry grin, "So he has potential as a father to your child. What does your son think of it?"

Lydiere grins wryly, her head tilting into a slow, cheerful nod. "True enough. I guess we'll just see what happens-- I'll probably have to foster, anyway." She crosses her arms in front of her, fingers resting upon the bare skin of her arm just above the elbow. "Keid's thrilled to pieces. He's wanted a sibling for as long as he can remember. It's nice, I suppose."

"Foster?" But M'kan shakes his head before murmuring, "Why's that?" But he hrms and nods once, leaning back on the rock and stifles a yawn. Pensively, he gazes over, "I bet he is, maybe it'll be a girl... then he can be the protective older brother!"

"Foster." agrees Lydiere, somewhat regretfully. "Because I'm busy, with my work, and G'wain's busy with his, and sure, I work from our weyr most of the time, but I don't know if I have the attention span to watch after a baby, and manage to keep working as well. I guess we'll see." She grins, adding, "That's what Keid's hoping for. A cute little sister."

"Well, I think you could probably find a loving couple here.. so you can see your child often enough?" M'kan then admits, "I won't mind trying to help out, if you desire that? I babysat for younger siblings since I was.. ten or so."

Lydiere's eyebrows raise, her attention caught. "You'd be willing to do that? Oh, that /would/ be great. Perhaps, with your help, it might be possible to avoid fostering..." she trails off, thinking. "I would appreciate that, a lot, I think. Thank you."

"I love children.. I bet J'ey won't mind.. I might have to ask just in case, but I won't mind." M'kan softly intones, nodding, "Diapers are my.. least favored things to change, but I am willing to do it no matter what."

Lydiere allows her shoulders to droop, relaxingly, as she nods her head, smiling warmly. "My earliest days with Keid were absolutely perfect-- I think I'm looking forward to having that, again, without the worry of proper foster parents, and visitation time." She casts her head to the side, adding, "Ask him, when you get a chance. There's no rush-- months to go, yet. Diapers are... not particularly my favourite thing either, I admit. Necessary, but icky."

M'kan's nose wrinkles but then he chuckles under his breath before murmuring, "I won't pass out from smelling them, of course. SO I'll be fine." Nodding once, he then thinks a moment. "You'll get visitation rights." A teasing note in his voice.

"How very kind of you," retorts Lydiere, with a grin. "I'm forever in your debt, for allowing me the potential to visit my own offspring."

M'kan looks ready to tickle Lydiere to death but refrains and shakes his head, "Oh shush you, I'm offering something of a.. favor?" But then he chuckles then and admits, "I'll bring your little munchkin to visit his or her brother, too.."

"And I'm forever thankful for it," responds Lydiere honestly. "But that doesn't mean I won't still /tease/." She draws her hands into her pockets, toes digging down into the sand again, a shift in her body noticeable as she gets more comfortable, leaning upon the edge of her rock. "Oh, good. Keid'd be absolutely horrified, else." Her eyes turn back towards the sea, thoughtfully: "J'ey's got a son of his own, hasn't he? Lymera's kid."

"Yes, he does, but I haven't seen his son, I don't think..." but then he clears his throat, "I've a pair of twins at.... Xanadu..(or was it Igen? Forgot)." He grimaces. "haven't seen the girls before, to be honest." M'kan sighs. "hate flights that end up that way." However, he eyes her and rolls his eyes. "I'll tease back you know."

Lydiere's eyebrows raise: "Twins! Faranth, I'd feel sorry for the mother of your twins. I've twin sibs, and they're awful. Well, they used to be, before they went and grew up." She nods her head, slowly, "I can see why. I was always pretty careful, to make /sure/ that if I was pregnant after a flight, I'd abort. Far better a child to be intentional. M'kan, dear, of course you'll tease back. You always do."

"J'ey has twin sisters, too." M'kan admits, but then shakes his head. "I wasn't there.. to see them born, but then I really don't want to. Their mother is... an odd woman." At this point, he looks over and then he blinks before coughing delicately. "How else can I release the tension that arises?" He sweetly inquires, winking.

"Lots of twins about," murmurs Lydiere. "I suppose, with all that AIVAS technology, it's somewhat safer to have them." Her head is tilted to the side, her eyebrows left slanted towards her hairline. "An odd woman? How so? I think that's slightly sad, that they won't have their father in their life at all, but I can understand, I suppose, too." She winks back, a grin upon her face: "As always, you have a point."

"I do not think I can help her care for the twins, I don't want to leave J'ey." M'kan then softly sighs, shaking his head, "I have my life and she has hers. Her family is there, along with her weyrmate. Why should she demand I take a hand in caring for them when I am here? But I should've.. maybe..I don't like traveling that much."

Lydiere shakes her head, rapidly, correcting herself: "I certainly wouldn't advocate /that/. But the occasional visit, I think, wouldn't go amiss. Keid spends a few months of every turn with his father, but that's different, again." She sighs, quietly, admitting, "It can all get complicated, can't it? Far easy to just leave it, as it is. Let the mother deal with it as she wants to."

"And twins. They say they got my eyes." M'kan sinks down into the sands down, sighing as well. "I don't know, maybe they do.." He mumbles, "You know.." but he trails off, thinking. "WHo knows?"

"'You know', what?" presses Lydiere, sliding down until she sits upon the sand itself, her back pressed against the rock, straight against the water-smoothed side. "I'm sure they're wonderful kids."

"You know... maybe they do have my eyes. But.." he trails off, sighing. "I don't know, I won't know cause it's too late, they're about 2-3 turns I bet." He's only eighteen right now. He was.. what? Fifteen when they were born? M'kan ponders/

"It's never too late. Too late to see them as babies, perhaps, but not too late to see them at all. You don't have to be a father-- just be a visitor, a friend." Lydiere's expression does not jump, although she comments, after a pause, "You were pretty young when they were born, then."

M'kan shrugs then but then he softly admits, "Who knows.." but then trailing off, he ehs. "I hope to see them sometimes.." He admits then, nodding slowly.

Lydiere's lips press into a short smile, her head tilting upwards just for a moment, as if in the faintest of nods. "Good. Although, I suppose, you just have to do whatever feels right, whatever that is."

M'kan's thoughtful but then nods quietly. "I want to be there... for... my loved ones, but the twins, I hardly know... maybe.." He trails off and then rubs his forehead.

"I know. It's a little harder to gague." Lydiere shrugs her shoulders. "I hardly know my father, and I don't suppose I feel it all that much. I had Mum's weyrmate, and then my foster parents, so it all evened out fine. I'm sorry for-- ensuring that this topic got brought up."

"I kinda had a clue about my father, he trained me a bit." M'kan admits, nodding slowly before pondering. However, he then nods slowly. "It's all right, don't worry.. you're a very dear friend, Lyd.. I trust you."

Lydiere tilts her head to the side, nodding. "That'd've been nice, I guess. Sometimes, I regret my father not being in my life, but I had substitutions. As long as there are people who care, it doesn't matter what their actual title is." She goes silent, drawing her head into yet another nod, a half smile pressed into service. "I'm glad. I trust you, too. And-- I'm always more than willing to listen."

NOdding slowly, M'kan then grins half-way before leaning back, yawning but flushing a hint. "Sorry.." He offers, "I just got caught off guard." But then he nods slowly. "The past is but the past, nothing to think about now."

"No need to apologise." Lydiere goes silent, then, and then catches the yawn-- echoing it; yawns really are contagious. "True. Can't change a thing."

After a moment, M'kan absently ponders, and then hrms. "You look like you need to sleep too." He remarks to the goldrider before absently sighing. "I hope the next time Tiregeth rises, Xaeloth'll have a better chance." His expressions seem to be a touch .. sad? No, hopeful? Maybe.

"I haven't been sleeping all that well," Lydiere admits, with a short grimace playing upon her features. "Wasn't, /before/," and it's fairly obvious, what she means, there, "And since I haven't been able to eat much, or anything... It's draining." She crosses her arms across her chest, legs crossed in the sand as she shifts back to get more comfortable against the smooth stone behind her. "I hope so, too, for your sake."

Softly yawns but then M"kan admits, "I have to get back .. to check on my runners. BUt I'll see you later, Lyd.." But he's quickly gone before she can say anything.