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A Little Gift

Writers: Eimi, Suzee
Date Posted: 18th September 2012
Series: It takes Time to Love

Characters: Tavia, U'kaiah
Description: U'kaiah has a visitor.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 19 of Turn 6


Tavia

Tavia

Tavia saluted the watch rider as they glided toward the Dragonsfall
Weyrbowl. She had a small bag with a change of clothes and her over
night toiletries strapped to Sawauth. The air was so cold compared to
what she was used to at Dolphin Cove, but then she was dressed for
etween in her flying leathers. Probably the only reason she really
noticed it so much was her continuing evaluation of the possibility of
moving here.

While she was still on the fence about it, she did care about U'kaiah
enough to want to visit him rather than make him come to her. **Please
let Kalamath know we're here and ask if we can visit his in his weyr**

}:_U'kaiah_!:{ Kalamath called a bit more strongly. Sometimes his could
sleep like Thread in the middle of an Interval.

"Huh?" the bronzerider grunted bolting straight up.

}:They're here now.:{ the bronze said a bit more gently. }:Suwauth
looks beautiful today.:{

**Right... Be right there...** U'kaiah ran a hand over his face and
combed his hair back with his fingers as his eyes and mind tried to
adjust to being awake.

They landed on his ledge and she quickly began stripping Sawauth's
straps to hang them on one of the pegs. "Good morning Kalamath," she
said with a big smile as her green settled next to the big bronze. She
reached up to give one of his eye ridges a good scratch before she
turned to walk into the much warmer weyr.

"U'kaiah," she called as she stripped off her helmet, scarf, and
jacket. "Sorry I'm so early. I just couldn't wait."

"I's all right," he slurred, blinking at the site of daylight. "Must be
late in Dolphin Cove." U'kaiah reached out a hand to her, though his
eyelids were still drooping a bit. Despite his exhaustion, he was glad
she was finally there.

"It is,"she smiled. Tavia walked toward him and pulled herself into
his arms for a nice hug. "You look tired," she said before tucking her
head into his shoulder.

"I am," he said, leaning his cheek against her forehead. "One of my
riders went into the infirmary late last night. I was up with his
weyrmate till early this morning." U'kaiah's job did not end with
drills and Threadfall. Every last man or woman in his Wing was his
responsibility, and he took that charge very seriously. Unfortunately,
the timing was usually most inconvenient.

"Well if you need more sleep, go ahead. I can always take Sawauth to
the lake for a bath." She smiled a squeezed him.

"No, I'm up," U'kaiah said, pulling back enough to give her a soft kiss.
"How's Kaiavin?"

"Growing like a weed," she smiled up at him. "Vandor says he's longer
than normal for his age so he'll probably be tall like you."

U'kaiah grinned with paternal pride. Secretly, it had disappointed him
a little that Kaiafel seemed to be average height for his age. It
pleased him to think he might have a son who might be a big man like
himself. "That reminds me. I have something I forgot to bring last
time I saw you. Just a moment."

Turning back to his sleeping area, he rummaged around until he found
what he was looking for. "I bought this for Kaiavin a few sevendays
ago." He walked out, holding up a small one-piece outfit with a bronze
dragon embroidered on the front. "Isn't it cute? The weaver I bought
it from assured me it would fit a newborn." U'kaiah turned it in his
hand to look at it critically once more. "It should do, right? He'd
look great in this!"

"Oh," she exclaimed when she saw the garment. "It's so cute." She took
the bottom edge to see how it would stretch. "hmm," she mused. "I'm
not sure it's big enough." She turned her head this way and that. "I
don't know..."

"Really?" He looked at it again, and held it up against his chest, the
only real measure he had for gauging it's size in relation to his son's.
"She promised me it should fit a three-month old."

She laughed and shook her head. "I think he's too big. He's growing so
fast I'm lucky Ranari has quite the store of sizes of clothes." She
stroked a finger over the embroidery. "It is a very nice piece
though."

"Yeah, well..." he shrugged a shoulder, resigned. U'kaiah wanted so
much to feel like he had _some_ part in his son's life, even from half a
world away. He had tried at least. But really, what could he really
do? "I'm sure someone could use it."

"Wait," she said with a sudden grin. "Mother is a weaver. I'll bet she
can grow it somehow." It was just so cute she couldn't bear not to see
it on her son.

"You can do that?" he asked, having already given up the idea for lost.
U'kaiah knew you could shorten clothes, but lengthen them? It would be
nice if it were possible. At least it wouldn't have been a total
failure on his part.

"I have no idea," she chuckled. "But I'll bet my mother will. I'll
just ask her. Besides it means she will be able to get her hands on
her grandson and she'll never pass up that opportunity." It really had
been a very thoughtful gift. "Thank you U'kaiah" she said going up on
her tip toes to give him a kiss.

Well, at least she seemed pleased. That was enough. "Are you hungry?"
he asked, laying the gift aside on the back of a chair.

"Famished," she replied.

Last updated on the September 24th 2012

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