DTC, The Tavern, Another Dragon Soul in the Making....

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Ironhide: Bah. 'Mia, y'u wanna git me mah whetstone? 'T's 'n Gerreh's room.

Chromia: *Soft snerk* Y'u left 't th're 'gain, huh?

Ironhide: Ah di'n' do nothin' 'a th' sort. Th't dang Gerreh hauls 't off.

Chromia: Uh-huh... *Chuckles and gets up to go find the whetstone*

Gerard: *sound asleep tucked into his big bed. Laying on his side and facing the wall*

Deepdancer: *laying with her back to him and facing the fireplace*

Chromia: *Moving as silently as she can, will try and locate the whetstone quickly* *moves towards the hearth when she sees it laying there*

Gerard: *soft sigh in his sleep and vanishes more under the covers*

Deepdancer: *seems to be emulating a rock, the edge of her robe is hanging out from under the blankets*

Chromia: *Very carefully tucks the whetstone into her tunic, will head for the door while trying not to make a sound*

sleepers: *sleep*

Tempest: *lifts her head from where she's laying between them and gives the War Lady a sleepy blink*

Chromia: *nods to Tempest in greeting before she slips out the door and carefully closes it behind her*

Tempest: *yawns, flexes fingers, and goes back to sleeping and purring*

Chromia: *heads back to the common room*

Ironhide: *grins knowingly as she looks at her younger sister* Th't's whah Dancer ain't 'n 'er chair.

Chromia: Oh, thrrrrpt... *Chuckles and offers the whetstone*

Ironhide: *takes it and spits on it, then sets to work* Ah'm glad. She's too old t' be settin' up all nahght.

Chromia: *As she moves to sit back down* Ah th'nk Gerreh fancies 'er... *Chuckle*

Ironhide: 'E ain't stupid. *works the notched edge of her weapon carefully*

Chromia: *Snerk* *surprises herself by yawning, blinks*

Ironhide: *look of concern* Y'u bettah 'ave s'more lahms.

Chromia: 'M fahn, 'Hahd...

Ironhide: Y'u ain't neither.

Chromia: Ah am... 'S jes' those slaggin' Primordia beasts wearin' on mah patience, 's all...

Ironhide: Y'u ben peeked b'f're y'u evah went t' Primordia.

Chromia: 'T ain't nothin' t' be worry'n 'bout...

Ironhide: *gives sister a Look* Eat th' slaggin' lahm.

Chromia: *grumbles about worry-warts, but will eat a lime*

Ironhide: *watches her, and then looks around the common room, which is as noisy as ever, though not as hectic with Eruiste busy caring for young Lumen, and the little entings in Heartstone and Chagrin's new home*

Chromia: *Hums something she heard somewhere but can't remember where*

Ratchet: *sleeps by the fire, enfolded in his cloak*

Sideswipe: *face down on a table with his hands in his pockets*

Mack: *being used as a pillow by Den F., is conked out in one of the far corners*

Bonnie: *curled up under a table with her husband, both of them laughing as they look at the fashion book*

Ironhide: *frowns and sniffs for old Lumen*

Old Lumen: *Just walking in the door now*

Ironhide: *relaxes and goes back to work*

Chromia: *Attention going to Ratchet, and then she's moving to get up... Just before her butt meets the floor*

Ironhide: *curses and sets weapon and whetstone down, then goes and scoops her sister up* Ah told y'u...

Chromia: *A bit defensively* Ah jes' got up too fast, 's all.

Old Lumen: *Coming over to see what's going on*

Ironhide: Th't peekiness's worse, Lu.

Old Lumen: *Frowning muchly at Chromia, who is still insisting that she's fine* Should I go wake Ratchet?

Ironhide: *lowers her head and sniffs deeply at her sister's hair*

Chromia: *Going to give you a o.O look now, Ironhide*

Old Lumen: *both brows up with curiosity* 'Hide?

Ironhide: *startles and then lifts her head to stare at her sister with wide eyes*

Chromia: Wh't?

Ironhide: *slowly* Ratchet ain't gonna be able t' fix th's.

Old Lumen: ...

Chromia: ... *Giving her sister a puzzled look*

Ironhide: *listens to her sister too and then slowly shakes her head* Y'u're gonna wahnd up lahk me.

Chromia: ... o_o Y'u're slaggin' me....

Ironhide: Lahk pit Ah am!

Chromia: ... *looking a bit brain-broken now*

Old Lumen: *small frown* But how did that happen?

Ironhide: Ah've no slaggin' ahdea. *frowns and goes to lay Chromia down by Ratchet*

Ratchet: *sleepy sound as he's bumped and pops his head out of his cocoon* ...'Mia?

Chromia: *looking just as brain-broken as before, gives Ratchet a bit of a spooked look*

Old Lumen: Maybe Blackout or Honeyfuggle would know...

Ratchet: *frowns and sits up, his arms going out toward his intended* Know what?

Old Lumen: *As Chromia moves to cling to Ratchet* How Chromia wound up like Ironhide...

Ratchet: *sharp, startled look* What? Chromia's a dragon soul?

Ironhide: Not yet, but she's gonna be. *frowning and thinking of going and storming Blackout's room, except that that would wake up her brother and Deepdancer*

Ratchet: *gently rubbing Chromia's back as he frowns*

Chromia: *Trying to take deep breaths, is just a bit worried*

Old Lumen: *small frown, thinking back* Ironhide, you said she was looking peckish after Blackout helped you...

Ironhide: *starts slightly* Ah know wh't happened.

Old Lumen: *Blink* Huh?

Ratchet: What? What happened?

Chromia: *will peek at her sister*

Ironhide: Ah noticed 't aftah Ah w's changed. We're so close t' twins th't we smelled nearleh th' same.

Ratchet: *tips his head back slightly* So when Blackout aimed for you, however she did it, Chromia caught some of her life too.

Ironhide: *nods, frowning* Onleh 't's jes' a li'l bit 'n 't's gotta grow.

Ratchet: Because Chromia's only level 51. She's not strong enough yet. And that's why it's making her sick.

Ironhide: Yeah.

Chromia: *still a bit brain-broken* *Quietly* 'M Ah still gonna be able t' adventure?

Ironhide: Ah'm gonna ask Blackout 'f she'll do lahk she did f'r me. *protective big sister is protective*

Chromia: *Bites her lip a bit and nods, before ducking her head against Ratchet*

Ironhide: *thinks of something that might get her sister's mind off worrying* So maybeh 't's tahm y'u 'n Ratchet tahed th' knot.

Ratchet: 0_0

Chromia: *startles and blinks a bit, before blushing*

Ratchet: That's up to Chromia. *protective hug*

Chromia: *Quietly, as she ducks her head again* Wanna pr'tect 'im... 'n make 'im 'appeh....

Ironhide: Y'u don' gotta do 't t'nahght, even though Ah know Gerreh w'ldn' yell.

Chromia: *Small nod, is going to focus on taking deep breaths and trying to calm down*

Ironhide: Jes' start y'ur plannin' 'n ever'thin'. *gentle pat pat for sister*

Chromia: *Another nod*

Ratchet: *scowls and mutters about not even having a home for her yet*

Ironhide: *pats him on the shoulder, and then goes to knock a few teeth out of the moonelf that just tried putting her weapon into their pack*

Old Lumen: *To Ratchet* All you really need is someplace for the two of you to sleep at night, and a comfortable bed....

Ratchet: *frowns at him and nods, then turns attention back to the woman in his arms*

Old Lumen: *moving to go get his loot sold*

Chromia: *Taking comfort in listening to Ratchet's heartbeat, though she is wondering to herself whether that will sound different once she's changed*

Ratchet: *softly* Talk to me, 'Mia.

Chromia: *Quietly* 'M scared, Ratchet...

Ratchet: *gently* What are you scared of?

Chromia: *even quieter* Scared'a 'urtin' y'u, 'r losin' y'u...

Ratchet: Why would you hurt me or lose me any more now than you would have before?

Chromia: *hunkering down a bit* Ah'm turnin' int' a dragon soul... don' 'ardleh know nothin' 'bout 'em.... 'Hahd 'n Honeyfuggle're th' onleh 'uns 'eah....

Ratchet: *slight smile as his hand gently circles on her back* The only hurt I've seen they caused to their families was from Honeyfuggle worrying about hurting Randomly and hiding from her. *more gently* Besides. We have Blackout. And unless I'm mistaken her eldest daughter is an unawakened dragon soul too.

Chromia: *taking a few deep breaths, and then she's boggling a bit* Hormah's...

Ratchet: By birth, like Honeyfuggle was. *nods*

Chromia: *A bit floored by this revelation*

Ratchet: *slight grin* Did you think she was just a normal dwarf, with a mother like that?

Chromia: *Small headshake*

Ratchet: *tilts his head and wordlessly invites her to say more*

Chromia: *Quietly* 'N Requiem?

Ratchet: *simply* She's Blackout's daughter. *more quietly* And I've caught her laying in the fireplace more than once.

Chromia: *Very small nod, rests her head against Ratchet's chest again*

Ratchet: *softly* Are you ready to be married?

Chromia: *Quietly* C'n we wait 'til mornin'?

Ratchet: *slight chuckle* Well, that was the idea. I just wondered if you really wanted it.

Chromia: W's plannin' 'n askin' y'u soon anehways...

Ratchet: *bit of a grin that fades* What about a place to live?

Chromia: *moves away enough to give him a slightly puzzled look* Th's 's mah home...

Ratchet: *uncertain look* But what if we're given youngsters? You were there with Ironhide urging Sunstreaker to build a house for Showtime.

Chromia: We c'n always ask f'r 'elp... 'N th're 're always people fahnd'n wagons 'n stuff lahk th't... 'N 'sahds, Sunneh di'n't 'ave anehwh're else t' sleep but th' common room, 'n Thrrpt w's raised 'n 'eah...

Ratchet: *thoughtful glance toward where Wheeljill and her husband are intent on a game of Life with a few other adventurers* WakeJumper tells me they only started sleeping in the orchard lately. So they never had anywhere else while Thrrpt was growing up?

Chromia: *headshake* W's pretteh common sahght t' see Thrrpt runnin' 'round 'eah wh'n she w's li'l...

Ratchet: *nods, and then startles and holds her close as Slag sits up in his bundle of blanket on the bench next to Wheeljack and gives a cranky bellow*

Wheeljack: *Moves to scoop Slag up and deposit the youngster on his lap. He'll also offer the lizardbaby a piece of meat*

Swoop: *issa sleeping babehhat on Bluestreak's head. Doesn't even twitch at her brother's noise*

Ratchet: *looks at the two infants and thinks of how Wheeljack and Bluestreak have never made any attempt to find other lodging* *slow nod*

Chromia: *Quieter* 'N Bitteh used t' sleep neah th' 'earth 'f're 'Hahd 'n Lu 'dopted 'er...

Ratchet: *watching tiny Swoop resting contentedly among her young mother's curls* Will Ironhide and old Lumen still let us sleep in the loft?

Chromia: *Snorts and gives her husband-to-be a Look that clearly asks 'Did you seriously just ask that?'*

Ratchet: *sheepishly* I've known them for less than a year yet, 'Mia.

Chromia: Even knowin' th't Ah'm 'Hahd's sistah... *amused headshake*

Ratchet: Sisters don't live together where I come from.

Chromia: Most sistahs ain't been inseparable since th' youngah 'un kicked th' oldah 'un 'n th' 'ead whahl still 'n th'r mama's belleh...

Ratchet: *chuckles* That... sounds like the right kind of first meeting for you two.

Chromia: We's been frick-n-frack f'r most'a our lahvs, Ratch... She ain't gonna kick me out jes' 'cause Ah'm hitched... 'Sahds, she lahks y'u lahk a brothah.

Ratchet: *sobers as he remembers the first Ironhide he knew, then nods silently. Sits and holds her for a moment, but then stirs and shakes off the gloomy thoughts* We'd better get to bed.

Chromia: *nods and moves to try and get up on her own*

Ratchet: *sudden mischievous grin as he stands and scoops her up*

Chromia: *Startled yelp*

Wheeljack: *looks over, soft chuckle, returns his attention to the game*

Ratchet: *grin widens as he makes sure he has all his things and then carries Chromia toward the door* Pull my cloak around you.

Chromia: A-Alrahght... *Will move to do so, wondering what's gotten into Ratchet all of a sudden*

Ratchet: *brings Chromia across the stable yard, along the stable corridor, pause to greet his dog where she's looking through the door of the stall that Ironhide's horse is in, and then carries Chromia to the base of the ladder* Now if I remember rightly you finally put me down here. *grin*

Chromia: ... *And now she's chuckling softly, remembering the day the two of them met*

Ratchet: *eyes twinkling as he sets her gently on her feet*

Chromia: 'N Ah asked y'u 'f y'u c'ld make 't up th' laddah 'r 'f y'u needed 'elp... 'N also warned ya 'bout th't slaggin' beam... *more chuckle*

Ratchet: That Ironhide still bounces off of. *looks up thoughtfully* Do you need help?

Chromia: Ah th'nk Ah c'n manage... *Is going to try, at least*

Ratchet: Alright. *will go up right behind her, ready to catch her if she needs it*

Chromia: *Manages to make it most of the way up the ladder before things start to spin and she has to hang onto the ladder for a few moments*

Ratchet: *comes up beside her and puts his arm around her waist* *quietly* Tomorrow you're staying in bed.

Chromia: *Quietly* Alrahght... *Doesn't like the idea too much, but won't argue*

Ratchet: *gently guides her the rest of the way up* I made it up the ladder on my own. *picks her up again once they reach the top and then brings her over and tucks her in beside the comfortable huddle of youngsters and babies in the far corner*

Chromia: *Small nod, attention going to Kriti when the teen makes a sleepy, inquisitive sound* *Gently* Go back t' sleep, Bitteh... Everythin's alrahght.

Kriti: *Sleepy smile, before she snuggles up against Raoul again and closes her eyes*

Thrrpt: *is that very soft razz from the covers on the other side of Raoul, though she only half wakes*

Ratchet: *settles down by Chromia and puts his arms around her, the gesture holding no hesitation anymore*

Chromia: *Snuggles close, sighing quietly. Being held by Ratchet brings her a comfort that she hadn't been aware that she was missing in all the time she's been at the tavern*

Ratchet: *gets the covers arranged properly and then closes his eyes with a sigh. Is soon lulled to sleep by Chromia's nearness, the soft chiming of Thrrpt's little swamp fairy, and the lizardbabies' sleep song*

Chromia: *snuggles closer and is soon sleeping deeply*

((Co-written with random_xtras))