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[layonhands]

♬ Dare You To Move - Switchfoot

WHO || Myri, Vi, THEIR BABIES, Risa, Solace, Various visitors and famiree and wellwishers
WHAT ||THE BABIES ARE COMING
WHERE ||Dragon's Light Wing, the Castle
WHEN ||June 15th (Vi) and June 28th (Myri)
HOW || Actionspam

[ Vi's baby comes first, the labor pangs beginning around 9pm on the 14th, while she's alone, watching TV.

Myri's wake her up in the middle of the night, at 4am, on June 28th.  ]

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[witchwoman]

The little girl seems fascinated by him, making some babbling noises that are just nonsense- or at least are only nonsense to Myri. Meanwhile, Myri can't help but laugh at his antics.

"Certainly not a rumor. She's quite real." And from the way Myri beams down at her daughter, quite loved on top of it. "Thank you for the gift, Doctor. You didn't have to." But she does appreciate it.

[bowtimeandspace]

(idk what you roll to speak baby, but I rolled a 19 without modifiers so i'm not going to overly worry idk)

"Oh s'that so?" he says, but it isn't Myri that he's talking to. Still though, when she speaks he looks up to her, that grin still there.

"Yes well she says she'd prefer a dragon but it'll do."

[witchwoman]

Myri looks curiously at the Doctor, blinking as she processes what he's saying.

"Sorry, it sounds like you're saying she... told you that..."

[bowtimeandspace]

“Well she did,” he explains—Or more just says as though she should already know that.

“I speak baby.” Duh.

[witchwoman]

She blinks, wondering if she's mishearing him again.

"You... Really?" She doesn't doubt him, honestly. She just has never heard of that again.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Really really!" He pauses a moment, frowning. "Is that weird? People usually say I'm weird. Never really know why."

[witchwoman]

"Well, it's...not normal." She says, shaking her head. "But I've learned that there's plenty in this world that's not normal. And a good deal of it can be wonderful. So... You can understand her? Is she happy?" The genuine concern that Myri has is quite evident. She wants desperately to know that her daughter feels happy and loved.

[bowtimeandspace]

"I suppose that depends on your definition of normal," he suggests. "You know there are planets out there where everyone has purple skin and talks with their toes."

He was probably going somewhere with that.

Her question has him frowning, shocked that she'd even ask.

"Happy? Course she's happy! She's with her Mum! Mum's are great, you know."

[witchwoman]

"Not really, no. I didn't really have one- not that I knew of, anyway." She feels a bit odd saying as much, but it's true. And she's learning to come to terms with the fact that she doesn't have any experience with family before she arrived in this world.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Well they are," he confirms. "You are. And you, you know you're going to be spectacular at all of this. And even if you're not sure about it? Then she is. Because she looks at you and you're her entire world. Not much better than that, is there?"

[witchwoman]

She looks down at her daughter, smiling as the Doctor's words wash over her.

"Thank you." She says, pulling her gaze back up to him. "I think I needed to hear that."

[bowtimeandspace]

"Then I'm glad I said it," he tells her with a touch of a smile and a slight nudge against her shoulder.

"Anything else you need to hear? Because I'm really quite good at talking. Sometimes it's actually quite hard to shut me up once I've got going."

[witchwoman]

"Nothing comes to mind, but I wouldn't mind a bit of company." She's had her fair share of visitors, but more are always welcome. Myri prefers to surround herself with people. She's spent more than enough time ton her own by now.

"Tell me, how have you been?"

[bowtimeandspace]

"What me?" he asks, seemingly surprised that she'd ask at all. But then he has a tendency hide behind his walls.

"Oh I'm alright. I'm always alright." He isn't even quite sure if he's lying or not now. He has Amy here and that's wonderful, but she doesn't really know him, she doesn't know any of what they've done. He misses his ship, misses the starts, the sky seems so far away now.

[witchwoman]

"Are you sure?" Myri, as it happens, is an empath, so she can tell that things aren't entirely alright. She doesn't want to push too much, but she can sense that sadness, that longing.

"I don't mean to be rude. You've always been so kind to me. But it's just- sometimes you look so sad, even while you're smiling."

[bowtimeandspace]

"Not rude," he says, glancing down a little with a half smile that attempts to cover any other emotion that might slip itself free. Trouble is of course, that's doing exactly what she's talking about.

"I'm just old," he explains, or rather uses as an excuse. He doesn't quite class it as a lie. "And sometimes old people look sad."

[witchwoman]

"Old? Why you hardly look older than I do." She knows that looks can be deceiving there, but he doesn't look very old at all.

"I can feel it, you know." She admits after a quiet moment. "What you're feeling. I can't always control it, especially when it's strong. And it usually is with you."

[bowtimeandspace]

That revelation brings a slight frown to his face, and he glances down and aside.

"I'm sorry," he says. Not because of her ability, but because he knows how he feels most of the time, despite what appearances might seem to show. He wouldn't wish those feelings on anybody.

"And yes, well, I moisturise. But no, I'm old. About thirteen hundred, or thereabouts. It's a bit fuzzy."

[witchwoman]

"That's... quite old." She says, blinking. Older than anyone she's met here, she thinks.

"How is it you look so young? Even elves look older than you when they're not even half as old." Maybe. She's no elf expert, honestly.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Do I look young?" he asks, and looks as though he seems maybe surprised by that. For a man with his life span though, maybe it is, and that's without considering the way he lives it.

"Well I didn't used to. I've had quite a few different faces. Not sure why I picked this one. Never really know why I do. But when I was young I thought I was all grown up, all grey hair and grumpy. But you grow out of it."

[witchwoman]

"Picked..?" She looks all the more confused by him, the more he keeps talking. "I'm afraid I don't understand at all."

[bowtimeandspace]

"That's okay, I don't think you're supposed to," he tells her, as if it's responding to something much bigger. In a way, maybe he is. People always think they're supposed to understand, after all. Maybe that's where they all go wrong.

"It's called regeneration," he tells her, starting again, or at least in part. "Sort of a trick my people have. If they're about to die. A way of cheating it. We can change instead. Or could, I'm all out of chances now."

[witchwoman]

"Oh, that's... interesting. Sort of like a resurrection, but specific to your people." At least those are terms she can think of it in, even if it's not entirely accurate.

"What happened to cause you to be out of chances for it?"

[bowtimeandspace]

"I have a habit of getting into trouble," he tells her. Understatement of the century right there. "Sort of better at that than I am most things really. And one thing leads to another, and, well, hello."

[witchwoman]

"Used them all up, then?" She's taking a guess, but it seems the logical conclusion.