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Xanadu Weyr - Siebith's Weyrbarn

Covered in rough, weathered wood, aged by the weather and the sun, the irregular grayed clapboards outside of this weyrbarn lend the place has a rustic, masculine charm. White shutters and window boxes overflowing with brightly-hued tangles of flowers on the lower windows and flowering vines twine about the supports for the porch overhang add a feminine touch, softening the stark stone steps leading to it.

The worn stone floor of Siebith's area is just inside the large sliding door. The living area of the weyrbarn has an open, airy layout gives the utilitarian, bachelor-like plain white-washed walls and simple hardwood floors a sense of wide open spaces. A sturdy mahogany-toned table with chairs that somehow manage to match despite their variety accent the earthy, wooden tones of the kitchenette. The same dark reddish hues are in the door at the far side of the barn, as well as in the low-slung coffee table in front of the plush, worn couch. Dusky sea-blue rugs are scattered here and there. Dark golden curtains hang on either side of the many windows and partition off the loft up above, led to by a black wrought iron set of ladder-like stairs. Lilies arranged in glass vases on the tables provide a crisp of white counterpoint to the dark wood tones.

A new addition, the bedroom has walls of the same plain white, but the floors are made of newer wood, still shiny with polish. A four-poster bed of the same red mahogany takes up the most of one wall of the small space, a blue-and-cream linen coverlet spread on the wide mattress. A set of wooden bureaus take up the bulk of the wall opposite while another wall has been painted upon in the very center with a seascape mural, its crisp blue waters and sandy shores. The final wall is graced by a feminine-looking writing desk stacked with papers and bedecked with knick-knacks. Over the bed, a set of stained-glass windows allows golden-brown light mingled with white whorls and blue haze to shine into the room with the rising of the sun, though both panes are able to be unlocked and swung wide to accept lake breezes.

Early morning, just barely light enough to see without the lights on and all is quiet in the weyrbarn. Except for a surreptitious stirring from out in the kitchen area. There's the stealthy sound of the cooling unit being opened and a few ever so soft creaks as cupboard doors open and object set on the counter. "Shhh!" can be heard once or twice. Someone's being industrious from the sound of it as the clank of spoon in bowl rings out, quickly hushed by another "Shh!" Whoever is making the sounds, it isn't Thea. She's still asleep, head buried under the blankets or pillows. Or maybe both.

D'had stretches. Yep, he heard those noises even if he hasn't realize it just yet. It’s a nudge to Thea that comes next, even as he's mid yawn. Do something is what that unsaid comment is. That is until it's said a moment later. "Go check." On those noises that are likely not a burglar, that is unless there are breakfast thieves prowling around Xanadu.

It's a muffled "Mmmmhmm" that Thea answers from underneath those pillows at that nudge and she turns over. It's unlikely that request has made it through all those layers, likely those sounds from the other room haven't penetrated the sleep haze either. The weyrwoman moves all right, but not from the bed. Snuggling closer to him, arms wrap around his waist, legs twine with his - her feet are cold! She's mumbling, "Lovemmmyou too. Gmmgh… t'sleep." Hasn't even opened her eyes and that pillow? Is tugged along with her migration towards Donn and kept firmly over her head.

"You too," D'had mutters, curling an arm around Thea. And he's about forgotten when another clank comes from the kitchen to remind him. "Should get up…" he notes, but then he's not moving yet either.

Thea snuggles in finding just the right spot to be comfortable and sighs contentment. That pillow mutes things just enough that she's able to slur, "Mhhhmmm… " A gentle snore follows that while out in the kitchen there's a female imperiously whispering, "You put an egg in it!" "Nu-huh!" "Yeh-huh!" The cooler opens while the quiet skreeet! of a chair being pushed, an 'uh oh!' then it's probably picked up and carried.

Just how much will toddlers get away with while their parents are oblivious to the fact that they've emerged from their beds. "Thea," D'had mutters after a moment longer, giving her another nudge to try to get her attention. "Who's here?"

What? Didn't they JUST do it last night??? "Mmmhm Babe." Thea's response is more of a groan this time, "T'night, kay? M'SOmm tired." Silly man. Who's here! In the bed? He is. Her fingers pat his back, "You n' me." Yawn. From out in the kitchen there's a splashing pour of some liquid, stirring then a quiet crack-crack-plop. Pause. PLOP! and an "Ooops!" in what can only be twin-stereo. Silence then, "Mommy will be mad." "Nu-huh. Daddy will."

"Kitchen," is the single word response once D'had makes some sort of semi-sense of what her reply was. "That's you." Meaning it's her turn to get up and see what's going on out there. He's not it. It’s too early for frustration.

Thea's head slowly emerges from her blanket burrow, one hand withdrawing to fumble-push the pillow aside. Lifting it to peer owlishly at D'had though a tumble of hair, she blinks a few times. Her response is a half-dismayed, half-amused and still VERY sleepy, "In the kitchen tonight? Well, okay, if you want. The table maybe…" Meanwhile the sounds of Marella scolding Muir drift though her awareness and she sends a stern, "What are you two doing up? Go back to bed!" towards the door before flopping back down to snuggle.

"Ain't up there," D'had replies sleepily. "Down here." Which by now she might have it figured out just what he's been talking about since they (started to) wake up.

They certainly are. Aaaaaaand here they come! Back to bed to a four turn old means in with mommy and daddy, right? Muir makes a v'tol line for D'had's side of the bed, his refuge from feminine dominance as he seeks without a word other than a grunt to climb up. Marella's a little more ladylike in her approach: she uses the rocking chair to help her into the bed, steps daintily over her mother's legs to plop down between the pair and announces proudly, "We made breakfast!" Thankfully, other than a few flour smudges, whatever mess they've made isn't on them.

D'had groans as the sound of feet near the bed. Then again as he's 'attacked' from both sides by toddler one and two. "Morning…" he mutters as he tries to roll over and hide his face without rolling over on one of them.

"Mornin' Daddy!" Brightly cheerful, Marella leans over, seeking daddy's face to give him the first kiss of the day; can't find it to her satisfaction, so tugs on his ear. At least it's a gentle tug while she's trying to pry his face out of the pillow. Muir is muttering something but at least he's trying to lie down on the other side of D'had. Thea is now fully awake. Flatly spoken, "You…made…breakfast." Which really means a sarcastic 'great'. Determinedly cheerful then, "How nice! We'll eat later. Let's go back to sleep." The bed is pat-patted.

D'had grumbles, but he does give in enough to turn his face to let Marella give her kiss and even return one to her cheek before burying himself in the pillow once again. "Yes, sleep." Sleep is good. Now if he could only get back to that.

That kiss satisfies Marella and thus daddy's poor ear is set free. Obediently she snuggles down, allowing mommy to pull the covers up over her. Muir apparently has seen to himself, crawling under the covers when he got into the bed. Silence reigns for several moments, nothing but the peaceful sound of breathing. Until into the void Marella announces, "Muir dropped an egg!" The accused sits bolt upright. "Nu-huh!" "Yeah-huh!"

D'had mutters into that pillow which is probably a good thing considering his choice of words can't be picked up by little ears that way. What a wonderful way to start the morning. With noise, otherwise known as baby chatter. "Is it still on the floor?" That's his only question in that regard.

"Probably." Thea answers for both of them, sits up with a sigh and pushes her pillow over to further insulate the sleep-deprived Weyrsecond from the noise sure to continue. She rises reluctantly, looping an arm alternately around each twin and drags them from the bed with her. At four turns old they're too heavy for her to carry both together. "Come on. Let's go see what you made…" Her voice fades as the door shuts out the muted sounds of cleaning and cooking (and arguing from the twins). Later when D'had awakes and makes it out there, what greets him is the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed klah, redfruit muffins, bacon and eggs. And it's blessedly silent because there's his family curled up together on the couch - sound asleep.

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