Sleeping Like A Baby

Xanadu Weyr - Dragon's Rest Farm

In contrast to the gigantic barn is the smaller homestead. The structure is a small two-level cottage, complete with a covered porch that sweeps around the exterior. The wooden slats of the house seem freshly painted, as if this old place has been brought back to life by careful hands. A chair-swing sways beneath the shade of the porch, moving with the slightest breeze off the sea. Inside, the quaint space has been decked out with the comforts one might expect. Fluffy rugs cover hardwood floors, and finely carved furniture dominates most of the spaces. A few things here and there seem older, heirlooms that now have a new place to call home.

Everything within the cottage is comfortable, rather than elaborate. Though it may have once been empty, there is now a warm, welcoming feel to the place. Many large windows and sliding doors look out upon both the training field and across the road, a view of the beach and the sea beyond. Even on the hottest days, these can be opened to let in air and leave the rooms cool and comfortable. Set back a ways from many of the other Weyrbarns along the roadway, there is plenty of room for those who need a bit of space and privacy. There is plenty of space, leaving room to grow, to learn, to expand, and most of all… it is a warm, safe place to come home to when the day's tasks are done.

Skyler's awake.

So is Soriana.

These things probably have something to do with each other, but given how much sleep she's been getting lately, logic and consequence are not exactly Soriana's strong suits.

Neither is getting sleep.

Oh, she's gotten some. Here and there, in scattered fragments. When Skyler's sleeping. When it's Ka'el's turn to go figure out why he's crying, after the sound of it wakes up both of them.

During the day, sometimes… because while Skyler spends a lot of time sleeping, he hasn't really figured out yet that he's supposed to do it at night.

There's… a lot he hasn't figured out yet. He's figured out how to eat. That's what he wants about a third of the time, which means Soriana gets woken back up again.

The rest of his digestion works too. That's another third of the time.

This is one of the remaining third. The ones where he's not hungry, he hasn't filled a diaper, but he's still got something to say.

Skyler hasn't figured out how to actually say things yet; another of the things he's got to learn.

He already knows that if he makes noise, he gets held.

Smart kid.

He's being held now, cradled in Soriana's arms as she takes him through the house. She's not really sure where she's going, but it doesn't much matter. Skyler likes moving. He doesn't watch the scenery go by, but that's because he's busy watching faces. Mom's. Dad's. It doesn't really matter which. Whoever's holding him.

This time, it's mom.

She pauses by the window, looking out at the night. The shadowy shapes of the coast. The stars, reflected on the lake.

The world. Her Weyr.

She looks down to Skyler.

Her son.

"You know," she says quietly, "I never figured on kids." Her tone's conversational, though there's nobody here to listen except Skyler.

He hasn't learned words yet, but she talks to him anyway.

"Still haven't got a clue, really." Soriana laughs, and Skyler echoes the expression, a gurgle and a smile. "But you know… maybe it's not so bad."

Skyler doesn't actually know. He's just a baby. He hasn't figured much of anything out yet.

He will.

So will Soriana.

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