All Children Are That Way

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 3rd December 2005

Characters: Aivorn, Theyzen
Description: Aivorn and his daughter help Theyzen hang the new stable door
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 9, day 6 of Turn 3

Aivorn was watching the woodcrafter set up new stall door, 'supervising'. The good side of being a master was that he could supervise all he wanted and no one could blame him of loittering. A sound made him turn around. "Daddy, I want to go to ride. Any runner I could take out?" His daughter was standing there, in all her riding gear, including tight boots, trousers, jacket and helmet. "Of course, dear. Take Virtue. She needs exercise. She's recovering from the leg injury, so be easy with her. No long treks, fast galloping and absolutely no cross-country." The young woman nodded. "Okay." "Excuse me, Master Aivorn, but could you lend me a hand for a moment?"
the woodsmith asked as he gently set the door back down to the stall floor. "Sure thing, what's need?" Aivorn asked turning back to Theyzen. "I'll hold the door in place, if you could just help me with the leveler," Theyzen said, holding up a gadget with a glass tube containing liquid and a bubble. "And when it's level, if you could mark on the jam where the holes will need to be drilled, that would be _most_ helpful. Perhaps your daughter could help too?"

"Sure," the father and daughter replied at the same time. The exchanged amused glances. Theyzen smiled. "All right then. If you, miss, could hold this measuring stick straight against the door jam for me, and Master Aivorn if you could mark the holes, I will lift the door into place and level it."

The master beastcrafter and his daughter did as they were told. The woodcrafter, despite his long build, used his lean but powerful muscles to lift the reinforced stable door into place, gently lifting one side and then the other, watching the height by the measuring stick.
His voice betrayed the strain of holding the hefty door steady. "All right, Master Aivorn, please mark it."

"There," Aivorn said curtly and placed the mark. "All right, thank you both," he smiled as he gently set the door down to the stable floor. "I will just drill the holes and then your door will be ready to hang, Master Aivorn."

"Good," the beastcrafter said laconically. "Well, if my help isn't need anymore, I go to take Virtue out," Aishara said. "Was a pleasure to meet you journeyman." Aivorn's eyes followed her when she left to pick up the runner. He sighed, and for the millionth time wondered when she had grown up to so beautiful young woman. Theyzen's eyes also silently followed her as she walked away. Her riding pants were tantalizingly tight. **Shards, you're a married man,** he chided himself as he guiltily cleared his throat and tried not to regret the lack of intimacy between himself and his own wife.
**It's only until she's recovered from the baby,** he told himself as he picked up the hand drill and began quickly boring holes into the door jam.

"Do you have a family, Theyzen?" Aivorn asked almost absently. "A wife and a small son," the woodcrafter replied as he drilled the hole a bit quicker than necessary. It was nice to take his sudden tension out on something inanimate.

"I only have Aishara." "She seems to be a good girl. I'm sure she makes you proud."

"She does, when she doesn't drive nuts with worry. I'm sure all children all like that," Aivorn said with a chuckle. Theyzen smiled tenderly. "I suppose all children are. I've been worrying over my son since I found out Verora was pregnant with him."

"That's good thing, actually. If you didn't worry, you would be indifferent, which would mean you don't care." "Well, I don't think that there was ever any danger that I wouldn't care for him. How can you not care for such a tiny being? They cannot survive without you." He knew that would not last forever, but it made Theyzen feel like raising little Thevan was the most important thing that he could ever do in his life.

"Yes, I know that feeling so well," Aivorn nodded. He decided right then and right there that he liked this young woodsmith.

Last updated on the December 4th 2005

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