Melodrama & Teething

Xanadu Weyr - The Firelizard Theatre
There are many different things to look at here. In the northern part of this field lies a massive fort made out of wood. About 10 feet to the right of the fort, there are wooden sit-toys carved in the likeness of dragons and even painted as such. In the middle of the field are two sets of swings suspended from a wooden beam, held up by two wooden beams on either side. To the left of the swings is a 5 by 6 rectangular box filled not quite to the top with sand from Xanadu Weyr's Beach. To the right of the swings are monkey bars, completely crafted out of wood. In front of you are two seesaws, both made out of wood. Finally, to your near left are two benches underneath a large Lemosian Ironwood tree. You find yourself standing in the Courtyard of The Firelizard.

One would think night isn't exactly the proper time to be on the playground - but then, no one has ever accused N'shen of being proper. Given the fussing from the tiny sprite of a child currently perched in the sandbox, it's pretty apparent why he's out here when there's naught shining down but the stars. The large man has some how managed to fold himself down upon the edge of the box, and appears to be plying his tiny mistress with shovels and spades in an attempt to get her to do something other than grab handfuls of sand and throw them around her with abandon. It's not working, natch.

Night is a time for contemplation, and given the disappointment suffered today in classes, Harmony has sought refuge in the one place one would think would be empty: a playground. Instead, the stars shine down cold upon an occupied place that cause the girl to draw up with a start. Her confection of winter-y garb shines a dull salmon in the dark night beneath the cold winter light of the moons. "Excuse me, I didn't realize anyone was here." A rather spoiled child herself — despite being a teenager — she's come to do what any spoiled girl who's not got her way and that is wallow in her woes. Or was. Now, maybe not so much!

"SQUEEL." That is, to all appearances, the extent of the child's vocabulary right now, and N'shen can be seen wincing as she manages to hit a particularly piercing note. "I should have left you with your grandmother," he mutters to the girl, once more waving a small plastic shovel in her face in an effort to distract her from the pressure on her gums. "Or snagged your mother from sweeps. Someone female to deal with this." Speaking of female: Harmony's voice causes his head to shoot up, green eyes blinking dazedly in the starlight as he tries to focus on the newcomer. "Eh? Yeah, uh… sorry if Alishe's botherin' you. She's, uhm… tetchy." Or something. Finally, the girl grabs at the shovel, promptly stuffing it in her mouth. Leaving her to it, Nash dusts his hands together, still contemplating the young woman. Harmony, that is. Not his daughter.

Sniff. Tell-tale sign of teenaged female drama woe. "She's not bothering me," Harmony says, her light, high voice thick with some emotion. She tucks pink-swathed hands beneath the armpits of her pink-colored jacket. Really, the girl's a vision of confectioner's sugar'd pink. Were it daylight, that is. "You sure she should be eating that?" the baker apprentice's voice is dubious at best when she sees the little one with N'shen eating the shovel. Then further asking: "Isn't it… don't babies have to be sleeping?" You know. In the dark!

Not an eyelash is batted at that sniff. He's a guy. Subtlty is lost on him. "I'm glad - I brought her here to keep her from bothering anyone while she shrieked up a storm. I'd hate to find I did that for nothing." Nash makes no move to remove the baby-slobber coated shovel from the girl's mouth, lips twitching slightly at the question. "It's sturdy enough to take some gumming, and clean enough as she hasn't yet put it to its proper use." Of course, that doesn't answer the question as to whether or not Alishe should actually be gnawing on it - but then, perhaps he's not quite sure of the answer himself. "If only," is added feelingly. "She'll settle down once her mother's home from sweeps, but when she's teething, it's not me she wants to comfort her." Eyes narrowed, he tilts his head at the apprentice. "Can't say as I recognize you - not that that means anything for all I get out and about these days. I'm N'shen, bronze Taozyuth's, and this is Alishe."

"I'm Harmony. Daughter to Ci're and Harlee," Harmony says with all the import of a girl who's the spawn of a brownrider and a crafter. Which, obviously, her mother's instilled into her that it's *important* in some way. That or her mother just spoils her. "My mother's a baker journeyman. I'm still a senior apprentice," the pride that usually fairly drips off the 'senior' in her title is only a dim echo. "But some day I intend to cook for the best of the best in all of Pern." Even her boast is empty and without meat. Look at those woe-begone eyes — a dull grey-green in the night's ambient light — and that semi-sad pucker of her lips. Heartbreaking! If Harmony were a competitive hinter, she'd be racing for a silver right about now. "Your daughter is cute." Pause. "Well met, bronzerider N'shen." Sniff. "When does her mother get off sweeps?"

Subtlty, thy name is certainly not Harmony. And even N'shen can't help but miss all the hints of feminine distress. At least he's wise enough to tuck his chin down to hide the smile that inevitably comes when faced with teenage melodrama. Not that he has room to talk, hah. "A crafter, are you? Good for you. I could never get into crafting - not that I'd have had much of a chance, being snagged up so early for the Sands as I was." With a soft groan, he unfolds himself from the edge of the box, climbing ungracefully to his feet and shaking out those long, long legs of his. Yeah. This is a tall one. "Well, if you want to cook for the best, perhaps you might start with my mother. Thea," he adds, with a lopsided smile. "They don't come much better than her." His eyes twitch downwards towards Alishe at the girl's mention of his daughter, and his grin is more genuine - and broadly proud. "Isn't she? Takes after her mother, thank Faranth. I think Natali'll be done in another hour or so, unless something comes up." Then, his eyes dart back to the apprentice, and he raises one eyebrow. "So, what's got you in a dither then?" Direct. Subtlty, thy name is not N'shen, either.

No, Harmony is as subtle as a ten pound bag of flour dropping on one's head. Compared to N'shen, the teenager with the melodrama is the size of a flea. That is to say, petite. "I," this gets her sniffing again as she sidesteps all the rest of the conversation to launch into her endless tale of woes, "was told today," aww, another sniff, "that I need to work harder than I already am or I may not pass my journeyman's exams! And I am working hard! I'm the best student there *is*!" Ego is not one of Harmony's problems, 'twould seem. "It's just the teachers don't like me. I just know they're out to get me." Raising woeful sad-eyes — this girl is pretty good at evoking emotions via expression and sad eyes — to the bronzerider, "Your mother?" Is that a touch of *real* curiosity in that voice? "You think she'd let me *cook* for her?" Because hey, cooking for the Weyrwoman would get her a one up on her peers!

If it's sympathy she wants, she'd be better off telling N'shen's peaceful lifemate her tale of woe rather than the bronzerider. Still, he kindly doesn't scoff at her, though his eyebrows jump an inch at the suggestion that her instructors are 'out to get her'. "I'm sure it must seem that way - and I'm just as certain they have your best interests in mind. As good as I'm sure you are, there's always room for improvement. They wouldn't be doing their job if they didn't help you realize any untapped potential lurkin' in there." There's a reason that he was tapped to Quasar - though who would have thought D'had's unexpected rugrat would turn into a diplomat? "I'm sure if you asked her politely, Thea would be more than happy to sit for any meal you prepare for her," he adds - just before lunging forward to catch Alishe as she starts to list to the side, tiredness getting the better of crankiness. Reflexes, go!

"They're out to get me," Harmony states, resolute. But she does eye the sky and when N'shen lunges for his little baby girl, she winces. Maybe thinking he won't get her in time. "I just know it but I have an exam tomorrow that I should study for. I make a mean chili. And make lovely soups!" Perhaps her night is looking up given the slow return of exuberant — and spoiled — cast to her features. "Have a good night and good luck with the, uh," she side-longs a glance at the little girl, "teething." And with that, the girl in the confection of pink turns about and heads back into the night. Just perhaps, her run in with the bronzerider giving her a new perspective. Or at least hope! Because, despite her not mentioning it, the look in her eyes surely has stars for the possibility of cooking for Thea. The /Weyrwoman/. Oh yes. Top Chef Harmony here she comes!

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