It's a... what? {Zi'axe} //Pre-Gather

[twitchie]

Deep breath.
In.
Zi'axe took in a breath, letting his eyes flutter.
Out.
He exhaled, forcing his aching body to relax.
He arched his back, growling as something popped, and he rubbed one of his coarse hands under his left shoulderblade.

The bronzerider was sitting in the grass, glad for the darkness of the on coming dusk.
This day was almost over.

His eyes were closed, and he seemed quite peaceful.
But that would change in a matter of moments.

Light footfalls could be heard behind Zi'axe, and with a mutter of a curse, the man turned to glance.

There was a girl, well, a lady. She was nothing special, an ordinary women of normal looks. Her hair was straight, flat. Her eyes were round, almost dull.
In her arms was a child.
This child was not like her caretaker.
Her little head was covered in thick black hair, her chubby body relaxed as she slept.

The maiden stared at Zi'axe, and Zi'axe simplely stared back.

With a groan, Zi'axe stood, trying to hide his scowl. And he searched his mind, his memory to recall who this stranger was.
But without much luck, all he could find was this girl was simplely a girl. She couldn't mean anything to him. Right?

Without a chance to finish his thought, the girl thrust out the child, holding it at Zi'axe's chest, a gesture that Zi'axe knew but tried to ignore. She wanted him to take the child.

Lip quivering as he hid a snarl, he took the child, holding it like he wasn't quite sure about this.

"Keep your babe, scum."
She hissed, and turned on her heels and left.

Zi'axe stiffened, arms outstretched with the child sort of dangling.
He blinked several times, really unsure of what to do.

The little girl's face contorted into a wrinkled face of fussiness. Her screaming could be heard loud and clear.

"God Damn.."
He spat, wiggling the child, brows furrowed in dislike and confusion.
He was a Knight. A dragonrider. Not a babysitter.

Chewing his lip, and toning out the wails, he tried to recall the night he lost it.
But more than half of it was a blur, nothing more than a dream really.

"...Be quiet? Um... Er... Good babe? ..Sleep and shut up?..?"

This did not look as though it was going very well.

[Wish]

She just wanted out for a bit, not long, just a little while. Eiko was always scrutinized, always watch, or at least that's how it seemed to be to her. Sighing, she relaxed her shoulders as her body made it over the invisible, yet well known, borders or the Main Camp. She had purposefully left Nimarath alone to sleep, sneaking out from among the other weyrlings where she tended to spend the night instead of in the "Obsidian" or "Sub-Queen Row" as many rebels called it. The hallway of makeshift weyrs were the Lieutenants and Noita slept were secluded like Eiko would normally appreciate yes, but the girl didn't want her peers to alienate her any more than they already were.

Could you blame her for it? Eiko didn't think so. Then again, it was Eiko's opinion and that surely didn't matter to many. Twisting a Locke of platinum blonde hair around her index finger like a a child wrapping ribbon about a pole to play with, the Weyrling set off in a random direction. She wasn't running away, she could never leave Nimarath as much as she sometimes would try to make herself believe. However, the first night the Bay Weyr born girl had come here, she had felt claustrophobic despite the open air and structures that the rebels had to make do with.

She had run out that night, slipping past the guard with only a slight bit of unease as to what lay ahead. She just had to get out, and she had of course come back a candlemark or two later. It had become a routine thing now. The coming of night and Nimarath's sleep heralded a new opportunity to be free of her cage and the eyes of her "people" as many of the Knights had tried to tell her. Eiko didn't see them as hers, she was barely hers. If that even made sense. Finally stopping at a tree and breathing in a slow, calming breath to steal away her worries and exhale them away from her, Eiko widened her eyes at a figure walking toward her.

Quickly darting behind the tree the Weyrling watched, transfixed by the sight of a young woman holding a child and going in the opposite direction. Waiting there still out of curiosity and yet fear of being seen, Eiko stood frozen in her spot. Soon, the woman came back....but without the child. Unable to keep her feels at bay any longer, Eiko waited only a second after the woman passed over a hill and then crept in the direction she had been going before.

She was certain there had been a baby with the woman....there just had to, and now it was somewhere alone.

[twitchie]

Zi'axe hated this. The dumb little tot wouldn't hush.
'Please... be quiet?"
Domi only screamed.
"Damn.. this is embaressing..."
He growled.
Seriously? I mean, really?? This was crazy! Him? A daddy?!
Glancing around, Zi'axe hoped no one was around. How degrading...
With difficulty, he managed to lay the child in a basket.
"Ha. Me a father my as-"
He froze, as Domi quieted. Tomorrow the little booger went where it should have gone. In the Queen's part of the Weyr.
Wiping his brow, Zi'axe sank to the ground. Gees. Things go from bad to worse like wildfire here...

[Wish]

Eiko had stuck herself behind a tree, thankful that her small build was easily hidden. From her placement she could just barely make out a figure, a male figure, and he was holding something away from him. It had to be the child! However, she wasn't sure why the child was outside here with him. Curiosity clawed at her gut, and fear topped it off. She couldn't leave it...she couldn't. Her feet started to move backwards to escape. But I can't!

Her feet stopped, and tentatively she brought the right one forward. It seemed to stick to the place she planted it in, and even that small thud and crackle of leaves sounded loud. Faranth, her own heartbeat sounded as great as a Gold's wingbeats! Taking in a calming breath, the girl let her hair down from its half-up position, allowing the long waves to conceal the majority of her features as her eyes stared out as ice blue specs in the darkness. That was one bad thing about being so pale and fair, Eiko thought to herself, I glow in the moonlight because I'm so white.

Gimacing at the revelation, Eiko forgot momentarily about keeping quiet, and with a sudden misplacement of her foot in a tree-root's grasp, the weyrling was soon sent toppling over and down the hill toward the man and child. Finally stopping, the girl picked herself up, noting the scratches and bruises would appear later, if not that very night. However, it was somewhat to her benefit. Her hair was messed, her face gritted with dirt and smudges, her clothes slightly ragged and torn from the crumbled fall. Picking up a hand, Eiko gave it a slight movement at the wrist.

"Uh..................hi."