Nataquin makes the rounds in the hatching cavern galleries and ends up frustrated, as usual.  Lots of parents and children involved. http://dftaini.livejournal.com/68884.ht ml#cutid1

...part of the investigation and then he startles with a blink. That's the only outward sign that the news got him. One more terse nod and he's out stalking through the weyrling barracks so wrapped up in thought he doesn't notice as youth part the way like Moses and the red sea. Even a dragonet makes an abrupt step aside to get out of his way. There's some angry mumbling and then he is out into the night...

...male and declares the name again rather loudly, "Poopa!" Emilia denies that one too with a sigh and tries to urge her daughter away, a half confused nod turning to the departing Madri, "Fffine Ma'am." T'jano sidesteps Madri as she heads down the stairs he was going up. A long look, pale-eyed and curious, follows the woman before T'jano regains his spot on the stairs and heads back up. Spying R'ish, T'jano...

... To the south is the central bowl, with the lake visible as a glint in the distance. A half mile southeast are the lower caverns and infirmary, while the feeding pens lie to the southwest. T'jano has finally gotten to find Maialeth. He has, no doubt, been looking for the dragon, sometimes finding him, on and off during the night and day. The silver lining behind the cloud of insominia is...

10/22/2008 Logfile from Tejano. T'jano has just emerged from the infirmary and his green, evidently coming to meet him, is also heading in his direciton. Cracking his neck, the short-haired greenrider isn't really watching where he's going. And add to that, a whirl and rush of green wings manifesting out of the snowey skies. T'jano looks up and, for once in his life...

...thread that erupts all too near, Mrrth swings wide as her rider takes a longer look around. The adult green, as the weyrlings she's flying with, are laden, over-laden, with bags of firestone. T'jano holds one already in his hand and has the other propped on his dragon's neck-ridge. The green continues bad-eying clumps of Thread, even when her eyes are assisted by little Yo, whose gold wings glitter...

...way his mother, claims from his father his rather fearless nature. So now son and sire are doing the Farewell Tour. From the lower caverns, where the Aunties and Uncles were bidden farewell, where T'jano was badgered into jugging for the kids, and where Anzan enjoyed yet another of Fort Weyr's bubblies, procured for him by a father's flirt with a lovely kitchen maid (see how that's done, son?), T'jano...

...small plump cheeks and there is a imperceptible shaking of the dark haired woman's head, "who will you be hmmm?" Wondered softly and allowed and causing the baby to gurgle back a sigh. T'jano had to sleep during the day, and he's back now, carrying goodies stolen from the cavern. A roll for him, with some butter stuffed in the middle. A bubbly for Thera. "How are you, both?" Anzan...

Marryn receives two shocks in short order - first, T'jano's green Mrrth calls to him unexpectedly, and then offers to take him to see Thera and the newly born babe. ( Read more... )

...swirls of ocean's-deep, salty and refreshing at the same time. Distinct, utterly, with a voice that almost seems as if it is made of its own accent in drawled alto syllables: < < Merry T'jano wishes that I tell you that your daughter is born. He asks if I should bring you to see her. Thera sleeps. >> The connection lingers, to hear if Marryn might care to respond. < < ...