DTC, Flower Dragons, Blue Dragons, and a New Dragonsoul

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Snarl: *cuddling his lovie and crooning happily. Is snuggled with Bubby and Sissy and Other Sissy near the fire. Happeh lizardbebeh*

Flashpoint: *on her third day straight of no sleep... but oddly enough, doesn't seem the least bit tired...* *is sitting near the babies' basket and keeping watch over them*

Raoul: *massive yawn, and then spits out a bug. Sits forward as he realizes bug is a tiny dragon critter with bug wings* Huh...

Kriti: *blink blink blink, leans forward to try and carefully pick up the critter*

Raoul: *watches as the tiny dragon bug wraps its tail around Kriti's finger and lifts its head to focus pinprick eyes on her* ...

Kriti: *soft little trill of greeting to the dragon bug. Hello. I mean you no harm*

dragon bug: *shake shake ruffle buggy wings, peep*

Raoul: *snerk*

Sludge: *peepinsleep*

Kriti: *small smile, moves to return to where she was sitting and snuggling Raoul* I've never seen a creature like this before....

Raoul: *slight head shake and looks over at Flashpoint. Has she?*

Kriti: I'll go ask her... *snuzzle, moves to get up and approach the War Master* Aunty, have you seen a creature like this before? *will show Flashpoint the dragon bug*

Flashpoint: *raised brow as she studies the tiny creature* C'n't rahghtleh say... Mebbeh Anna'd know wh't 't 's...

dragon bug: *noms on Kriti's finger. Tiny teeth don't even sting*

Kriti: *small nod, will move to bring the dragon bug to the barkeep*

Anna: *laughing because Jazz just slapped Wheeljack's snake in the face for parroting something rude*

Kriti: Anna, have you ever seen anything like this? *holds up her hand so the older woman can see the tiny creature*

Anna: *stops laughing and gets her 'eek, bug!' face* Nope.

Jazz: *leans over to peer at the little finger nommer, then winces and goes pale as she puts a hand to her chest* Urg...

Kriti: Huh... *small frown* It seems friendly enough....

Anna: Does it have a stinger?

Kriti: No... It looks like a dragon, but with insect wings.... I think it has teeth, but... *slight shrug. She can't feel if it's biting her or not*

Anna: *eyes it, and then does a quick grab to keep Jazz from falling over as the woman passes out* Idiot.

Kriti: *turns to holler for Magnus*

dragon bug: *flies up and buzzes over Kriti's head, making upset small sounds*

Anna: *acks and hides her hair*

Magnus: *coming over from turning the drakeling that's on the spit* Oh, darn... *moves to carefully lift Jazz* *to Anna* Does she still have the room, or do I need to pass the hat around again?

Anna: She's still got the room. What's she doing out of it? I thought somebody had healed her.

Magnus: She's stubborn. *said fondly* Pushes herself too far when she should be taking it easy... *now who does that sound like?*

Anna: *eyes him* Match made in heaven. Get her out of here. Little Anna, bring hot water to the room he goes to.

Little Anna: *looks over from giving Wheeljack his snake, then hops and bucks a bit as she goes to get the water*

Magnus: *razz* *will bring Jazz back to the room she's got, and carefully tuck her into the bedding that's on the cot*

Jazz: *quiet murmur and wince. Is still pale*

Magnus: *will gently smooth her forehead* Easy, Jazz... You're safe....

Jazz: *gives him a bleary look* Think... I derped...

Magnus: Kind of... *gently* You need to rest, so you can heal...

Jazz: Slaggin' borin' in here all alone. *grimaces, and then turns her head as a burst of excited talking comes from the common room*

little Anna: *scoots in, her eyes big under her horn*

Magnus: *raised brows* Did something happen, Annie?

little Anna: Dead guy's all better! *slops water and eeks, then offers it*

Magnus: *blink blinks as he accepts the container* Dead guy? All better, how?

little Anna: Um. 'Mia knows. *grin*

Magnus: ... I'll bug her later... *turns his attention to helping Jazz feel better*

little Anna: *scoots*

Jazz: *quizzical look as he turns back to the cot*

Magnus: Apparently, Chromia knows something related to the skeleton soldier that follows her around sometimes...

Jazz: *slight shudder, and then a soft whine of pain* Ugh... that guy gives me the creeps.

Magnus: *gentle shoulder patpat of sympathy* I'm just glad he doesn't try to follow Tracks around.... *moves to holler for Ratchet from the doorway*

Ratchet: Not now, Magnus. *sounds a little shaky*

Magnus: *frown* But I don't have any painkiller herbs to give to Jazz....

Chromia: *lobs a pouch at Magnus' head without looking*

Ratchet: Wait, she's awake? *heads toward the hall despite himself, a tall, red-haired brawny guy shadowing him*

Magnus: *after he catches the pouch Chromia lobbed at his head* Yeah... She was over by the bar...

Ratchet: *grumbles a cuss* What was she thinking?

gIronhide: 'Let's see if someone will pity me and buy me free drinks'.

Ratchet: *pauses and looks at brother*

gIronhide: Er... just a guess.

Ratchet: ... *turns back to Magnus*

Magnus: *soft chuckle* You never got to meet the last Jazz I knew... He was just as stubborn.... *moves to let Ratchet into the room, giving the red-haired guy a wary look. I don't know you, so I will watch you for now*

gIronhide: *offers Magnus his hand* Ironhide.

Magnus: *blink blink blink, hesitant handshake* Magnus.

gIronhide: I'm Ratchet and Chromia's brother.

Magnus: Then you're also the brother of my boss...

gIronhide: *brows up slightly* Ironhide?

Magnus: *headshake* Flashpoint. She's their sister...

gIronhide: *brightens* There's a Flashpoint here?

Magnus: *nods* She was sitting next to the fireplace with most of the babies earlier...

gIronhide: I met a Flashpoint once, out on the Northern Reaches. *glances over toward Ratchet as he becomes aware of the quiet scolding the man is delivering* *brow quirk*

Magnus: *glances into the room* *soft chuckle*

Jazz: *apologetic... and making no promises*

Magnus: *too amused at this, turns his attention back to gIronhide, before pointing to the dark-haired woman sitting on the hearth* That's my boss... She and her husband had a kid not too long ago... So she's not out adventuring the way she used to... Not till Rose is older, or she can find someone to babysit....

gIronhide: *blinks, and then turns and strides toward the hearth after excusing himself with absent courtliness to Magnus*

Sludge: *issa sleep giggler*

Snarl: *issa bitty growl. Sees you, strange person! Will squish Sludge slightly as he moves to protect her*

Flashpoint: *looks over to see who's got Snarl all growly* *raised brow*

gIronhide: *slows and stops as he hears the growling* *gruffly* I mean you no harm.

Raoul: *studies him*

Flashpoint: *slight quirk of a grin* Snarl's jes' pr'tect'n Sludge, Skahfahr, 'n Rose... But Ah w'ldn't trah 'n pet 'im... 'Is teeth're li'l, but th'y still 'urt 'f th'y sink 'nt' y'u....

gIronhide: *gravely, as he looks at the babies* I'll remember that.

Flashpoint: *reaches to get her daughter out of the basket with the intention of feeding the little girl*

Rose: *just starting to wake up. Is hungry, mommy!* *is soon eating happily*

gIronhide: *quietly* Have you ever adventured beyond the edge of the Northern Reaches?

Flashpoint: Long tahm ago, yeah.... *looks up and quirks another grin... one that she might have given a fellow fighter when they took on some orcs in that region* Ah gotta 'pologahz... Nevah did ask y'u f'r y'ur name....

gIronhide: *looks down, and then raises his head and meets her eyes* It's Ironhide.

Raoul: *eyebrows!*

Flashpoint: ... *soft snerk* 'Ve y'u metcher Name Sistah yet?

gIronhide: No. I understand she's sleeping now, after remorting?

Flashpoint: *small nod, lips thinning for a moment with worry* Yeah... 'Hahd's a Dragonsoul... Th're're a few 'f 'em 'round 'eah....

gIronhide: *surprise on his face* Of dragon blood? An Ironhide?

Flashpoint: *headshake* Changed bah a powerful dragon aftah 'n 'ncident 'nvolv'n trolls....

gIronhide: Changed? *uneasy frown* Against her will? *looks around for Chromia*

Slag: *walks up behind the new guy and latches onto his leg* Grrrrr.

gIronhide: *looks down* ...

Flashpoint: *quietly* W's th' onleh way f'r 'Hahd t' stay. 'Er spirit wanted t' stay, but 'er bodeh c'ldn't keep 'er 'lahve...

gIronhide: *looks quickly back to Flashpoint* A dragon showed mercy? *very surprised*

Flashpoint: *nod* Blackout ain't lahk otha dragons...

Wheeljack: *coming over to get Slag* Aww, I think he likes you! *grins behind his mask*

gIronhide: *to Wheeljack* I suspected as much. It was the lack of mangling. *looks at the robust infant* ...What is he?

Wheeljack: Lizardfolk of some sort... Haven't run into any that look like him though.... *chuckles and moves to offer Slag some roasted drakeling meat* C'mon, kiddo....

little Anna: Primordia. *grins as she trots by*

Wheeljack: Ah... *chuckles* Thanks, Annie. *eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles*

gIronhide: *also nods his thanks to the little girl, though he can see she's already moved on and is watching a game over at a far table* *turns back to Flashpoint* What do you mean?

Flashpoint: F'r 'un th'ng, Blackout's Outworlder...

gIronhide: *slight worried look* They can be powerful and tricky.

Raoul: *snorts, then snaps his fingers at Snarl before wiggling them enticingly*

Snarl: *sees wiggly fingers, excited hiss, will scramble out of the basket and move to try and get the fingers! Is still holding his lovie*

gIronhide: *startled expression as he sees what the lizard baby is gripping* *quietly* My finger...

Flashpoint: *looks* *blink blink blink* ... Y'u mean y'u w're th' skeleton th't w's follow'n Denthe 'n 'Mia 'round?!

gIronhide: It was my body, yes. *looks back to her* All I remember of the time is being locked in a small box.

Raoul: *eyebrow as he finger wiggles*

Flashpoint: *cringes*

Snarl: *pounce on the fingers!*

Raoul: *grins at Snarl and picks him up for cuddles, then shows him the pair of little shorts that he shed earlier*

Snarl: Thrrrpt. *huff and cuddles his lovie*

Raoul: *makes the chirping sound that he uses to call to Kriti, his dark eyes searching for her among the crowd*

gIronhide: *watching the boy with sympathy*

Kriti: *moves to head back over to the chair, curiosity on her face*

Raoul: *shows her the shorts and nods to the baby they're supposed to be on*

Kriti: *snerks and proceeds to dress Snarl, who hisses and growls in protest*

gIronhide: *grin widens a little* Whose son is that?

Flashpoint: Y'ur Name Sistah 'n 'er 'usband's. *grins*

gIronhide: *chuckles* His Uncle Ratchet used to have the same opinion of clothing.

Raoul: 0_0 XD

Kriti: *cracks up*

Flashpoint: *snerks, and then her attention's going to the door*

gIronhide: *also turns, to see what Flashpoint is looking at*

Old Lumen: *tromping in, is clad in all his armor and looks a frightening sight*

Flashpoint: *slightly disappointed look, but will nod towards the Dwarven Berzerker* Th't's Sludge 'n Snarl's Pa....

gIronhide: *turns and goes to grab Old Lumen's arm and grip it strongly* You're my brother.

Old Lumen: *startles and gives gIronhide a bewildered look*

gIronhide: *gruffly, though his eyes are twinkling amusement at having startled the sturdy dwarf* My name is Ironhide.

Old Lumen: *bushy brows up, but moves to grip the other man's arm firmly* You're my brother. Name's Old Lumen.

gIronhide: *grins the first full grin he's given since being restored* I think your son's claimed me already.

Old Lumen: *puzzled expression is a go till he sees the missing finger on gIronhide's hand... and then he's laughing heartily* Good luck getting that finger back....

gIronhide: *glances over at the baby, who is arguing with his shorts without letting go the lovie* ...I wouldn't dream of trying.

Old Lumen: *more laugh, attention going to Kriti when she makes a soft trill*

gIronhide: *looks that way too, and then grins* A flower dragon.

Kriti: *looks up, surprise clear in her dark eyes*

gIronhide: I haven't seen that kind before, but it's still a flower dragon. *watches the little critter stick its nose in Raoul's mug* They like wine.

Kriti: *small nod, is watching you, gIronhide... At least until Flashpoint gets a quick look* *slight frown*

gIronhide: I've never seen one this far north. *glances at Old Lumen*

Old Lumen: Kriti is my daughter... and Raoul is her husband.

gIronhide: *now has a smile for the tiny infiltrator*

Old Lumen: Just watch your gold for right now... *chuckles* Once she knows you're family, she won't try to pickpocket you...

Kriti: *very slight nod as she hears that... Which means your gold is safe, gIronhide...*

Flashpoint: *trying to see if Tracks is on his way in or not*

gIronhide: *suddenly rueful* If I had any she'd be welcome to it.

Old Lumen: *patpat* I'm sure you'll get some soon enough... *moves to herd gIronhide over to the bar*

Anna: *frowns at Old Lumen from where she was scolding her bratty little wyvern* Did you bathe in the horse trough again?

Old Lumen: I got knocked into a pond in Primordia.

Anna: ... *sniff* Horse trough. Now.

Old Lumen: *grumps, but goes after leaving enough gold for gIronhide to get food and something to drink*

Tracks: *is washing his face in the trough as the dwarf comes over*

Old Lumen: *getting his armor off, and grousing quietly*

Tracks: Whatever is troubling you now, Lumen? *glances up through the water*

Old Lumen: Anna sent me out here to clean up... *would rather take a bath inside*

Tracks: *good face wipe on a white towel, and then looks at Old Lumen critically* ...You're already wet.

Old Lumen: I fell in a pond.

Tracks: *lifts a brow* Which area?

Old Lumen: Primordia.

Tracks: Ah... remember the sparkle bug.

Old Lumen: ... *small nod, moves to get cleaned up, though he'll glance towards the barn every now and then*

Tracks: Is something else wrong? *finishes drying his face and then sniffs at himself and decides that he's alright. Was only picking green barley today*

Old Lumen: I'm just worried about 'Hide....

Tracks: *blinks* Oh, she went to sleep in Honeyfuggle's time warp room. She was off to the Nexus this morning.

Old Lumen: Ah... *snerks softly* Well, there's another Ironhide here now...

Tracks: Yes, I saw him go inside. *stoops to pick up the basket containing his share of the barley he picked today, and then waves and heads inside with it*

Flashpoint: *perks up when she sees Tracks, grin*

Tracks: *grins back and holds up the basket* My day's wages for easy work.

Flashpoint: *slight headtilt* Wh't kahnd'a grain 's th't?

Tracks: Barley, of course. Rye's no good as a vegetable.

Flashpoint: *chuckles, and moves to scoot over so Tracks can join her at the hearth*

Tracks: *settles next to his wife and kisses her gently on the cheek, then smooths his finger over the rounded cheek of his baby daughter* Do you feel like a salad, darling?

Flashpoint: *nods* Th't sounds good.... *blinks a bit as she feels, or thinks she feels, a slight draft from the fireplace. The feeling's gone as quickly as it came, at least...*

Tracks: *looks at her* What is it?

Flashpoint: *slight shrug* Felt lahk a breeze....

Tracks: *wary scowl as he puts the basket down and gets up to look up the chimney past the roasting meat*

chimney: *doesn't look any different than it normally does*

Tracks: *trying his darndest to sense any lurking wraiths or other nasty invisible things*

Rose: *soft sound. Something's different about the milk now...*

Flashpoint: *surprises herself by yawning hard enough that her jaw pops* Oww....

Kriti: *scooting closer to Raoul now, kthx*

Tracks: *startled glance at wife, and then leans closer to peer at her eyes* My word...

Flashpoint: *sleepy, puzzled expression is a go*

Tracks: *softly, as he pulls a little pocket mirror out of his pouch* Look at your eyes.

Flashpoint: *looks, and then she's making a startled sound*

Tracks: But Blackout hasn't...?

Flashpoint: *frowning slightly as she thinks* *hesitantly* Th's must be th't 'legend' th't Beauregard mentioned 'un tahm....

Tracks: Legend? *frowns as he puts away the mirror*

Flashpoint: *nod* 'Parentleh, s'me 'f th' women 'n our famileh tend t' 'ave odd... 'quirks'...

Tracks: *quietly* Darling... you're a Dragonsoul. There's no mistaking that light.

Flashpoint: *bites her lower lip a bit, looking to where Rose is trying to decide if she wants more milk or not*

Tracks: *calls to Kriti and asks her to carry the basket, then gently scoops up his wife and daughter* Chromia, will you mind the babies?

Chromia: *nods as she moves to park her butt on the hearth while Kriti hesitantly moves to grab the basket of barley*

Tracks: *thanks them, and then turns to carry Flashpoint and Rose out to the caravan*

Kriti: *following and looking very uneasy*

Ironhide: *outside in the tavern yard, laughing and joking with Heartstone and Gerard. Eyes are dancing... and she's wearing low level armor*

Flashpoint: *deep breaths, hiding her face against her husband's shoulder*

Rose: *decides that she's still hungry, will nom milk*

Kriti: *fidgets as she follows Tracks*

Ironhide: *stops short and stares at sister* ...Flash?

Flashpoint: *small nod*

Ironhide: D' y'u know wh't 'appened t' y'u?

Flashpoint: *quietly* Ah've changed... *sounds just a bit scared*

Ironhide: *deep breath* *quietly* Gold... Y'ur a gold.

Flashpoint: *soft sound of surprise*

Tracks: *eyes widen* A... but the golden dragons are nearly extinct.

Kriti: *quietly* Mama's telling the truth...

Tracks: *looks at his wife and daughter, and then closes his eyes* My word...

Gerard: This is wonderful! They're not as rare as we'd feared! :D

Flashpoint: *quietly* Wh't're th' odds 'f Rose be'n 'un wh'n she's oldah?

Kriti: *slight shrug* It could happen.... She could also wind up not being one....

Ironhide: *nods, and then looks at Kriti and grins* *quietly* Yeah. Th' blood ain't 's strong 's 't 's 'n Kriteh.

Gerard: Kriti? *looks at the girl and pushes his glasses up his nose*

Kriti: *small nod, will offer Uncle Gerard the basket of barley for the moment... giving Flashpoint wide berth*

Ironhide: *gently* Kriteh, golds 'n coppahs w're friends.

Kriti: *quietly* Yeah, but she's still more powerful, and bigger, than I am....

Gerard: *slight, gentle smile as he slings the basket over his arm and puts his free hand on Kriti's shoulder* And coppers always were wild, quick, and wily little things.

Ironhide: Y'u ain't scared 'o me, Kriteh. *slight frown*

Kriti: *quietly, to Ironhide* I'm your daughter... That helps me fight down the urge to be very submissive....

Ironhide: *concerned look and gentle hand, then a sound of surprise as she sees the flower dragon wrapped around Kriti's finger*

Kriti: Uncle said it's a flower dragon... *will hold her hand out so the little thing can visit Mama*

Ironhide: *gently touches the little being* S'e drunk?

Kriti: *quieter, while trying not to giggle* Uncle also said they like wine...

Ironhide: *slight grin as she feels the soft brush of pinpoint size teeth rasping against her sword calluses* Wh't're y'u gonna do wit' 'im?

Kriti: I think I'll make him a pouch to ride in when I go out... Anna doesn't seem to like him too much... *trying to encourage the miniscule dragon to go to Mama, wants to show what type of dragon she herself is*

flower dragon: *winds up on Ironhide's palm and looking around with slight confusion as he tries to figure out how it happened*

Ironhide: *gently touches the little back* Make sure y'u'll fit 'n the courtyahrd.

Kriti: *small nod, moves to a clear spot after making sure it's big enough for her to change... and moments later, there's a blue dragon that isn't much bigger than the wagon that Tracks and his family call home*

Gerard: *softly* That explains her fears.

Ironhide: *blinks* Y'u smell 'n feel coppah.

Kriti: *quietly, her voice deepened by the increase in size and lung capacity* There was one somewhere in one side of my lineage somewhere along the line....

Ironhide: *can feel her daughter clearly now* Babeh, y'u're nearleh pure dragon...

Kriti: *small nod, will return to her preferred form now*

Ironhide: *offers hugs, her eyes shining*

Tracks: *smiling at his niece*

Kriti: *going to cling to Mama now... and try not to cry* *softly* Aunt Mira's coming...

Ironhide: Ah smell 'er. *slight grin*

Flashpoint: *quietly* Ah c'n too, kahnda....

Ironhide: It'll be easieh aftah y'ur first sleep.

Gerard: *suddenly and thoughtfully as he looks at Rose* Does anyone else remember the legends about dragon milk?

Ironhide: *blink blink* o.O?

Kriti: *blank look*

Flashpoint: *small headshake. She didn't really get to hear a lot of dragon lore growing up...*

Tracks: *worried* No... Father didn't approve of dragon lore. What about dragon milk?

Gerard: *pokes his glasses up* Well, according to the legends, a child nursed on dragon's milk will either grow up to be a dragon, or show unusual strength and resilience.

Ironhide: *glances at Rose*

Tracks: *looks at his wife*

Flashpoint: .... *also glances at Rose, who has decided that her tummy's full, and has fallen asleep snuggled against Mamachest, which is nice and warm*

Gerard: *softly* They also become immortal and nearly invincible.

Flashpoint: ... o_o

Ironhide: Makes sense. 'T's sharin' lahf.

Kriti: *small nod of agreement*

Flashpoint: *also nods, will rest her head on Tracks' shoulder again*

Tracks: *very softly* Are you alright with that, darling?

Flashpoint: *very softly* Ah feel sorreh f'r aneh gah who'll trah t' win 'er 'fections wh'n she's oldah....

Kriti: *quiet gigglefit*

Tracks: *bit of a chuckle* Yes, I have no doubt she'll be just like her mother.

Flashpoint: *soft, rotten chuckle, followed by a tired sigh*

Ironhide: Put 'er ta bed, Tracks.

Tracks: *sniff* Oh, thank you, Ironhide. I had no idea what to do. *turns and carries wife out of the yard and toward home*

Ironhide: *snigger fit*

Gerard: *chuckles, and then remembers the barley and brings it*

Kriti: *watches Uncle Gerard go*

Ironhide: *puts the Kriti over her shoulder and heads for the stable yard. Wants to push her husband under in the horse trough*


Inside


Magnus: *just finished haggling with someone, will bring Jazz a bowl of broth and some bread to eat it with*

Ratchet: *finishes caring for Jazz, and then promises to strap her down if she gets up again before he's given her permission. Glances over to Magnus* Better soak that bread. I don't want her draining her strength.

Magnus: *small nod, will set to work on getting the bread soaked with the broth. Will move to sit down near enough that when he scoops up a spoonful of the resulting mush and offers it to Jazz, it won't be much of a stretch for her to eat*

Jazz: *moving her head restlessly despite the herbs she's been given* Never... never hadta lay down so long before...

Magnus: *soothingly* You'll be alright though.... *will try again to feed Jazz*

Jazz: *eyes the mush* ... 0_0 What the slag?

Magnus: Bread soaked in broth... It's pretty good, actually... *silly little grin*

Jazz: *turns those dark eyes to him* ...Prove it.

Magnus: *slight shoulder shrug, will have a bite without hesitation*

Jazz: *watches him narrowly*

Magnus: *isn't the sort of stinker who would drug food... That's more Ratchet and Deepdancer's specialty* *offers another bite to Jazz after he finishes what's in his mouth*

Jazz: *actually has no idea of drugged food. It's still just hard for her to believe that parts of dead things are good fuel* *wary bite, and blinks*

mush: *flavorful in a very pleasant way*

Jazz: *squints one eye slightly at the strange new flavour, but eats it up* Huh... guess that ain't bad. *sudden wistful look as she hears a roar of laughter from the common room*

Magnus: *soothingly* You'll be well soon enough... Just gotta listen to Ratchet and do what he says... *quieter* And be glad it's not Deepdancer who tended to ya... >.>;; *offers another bite of bread/broth mush*

Jazz: *sighs and eyes the spoonful* Yeah, I know Ratchet knows what he's doin'. Jes'... I hate it so quiet 'n still. *eats listlessly*

Magnus: *understanding and sympathy in his tone* I know what you mean...

Jazz: *surprised brow quirk* Really? The Magnus I knew was never happier 'n when he was shut up in 'is office with paperwork.

Magnus: *wrinkles his nose* If I wanted that kind of life, I would've stayed home.

Jazz: Heh. 'Course, he was prob'ly a lot older'n you.

Magnus: My father's been trying for about as long as Thrrpt's been alive to get me to come home and 'take up my responsibilities' as one of Orion's ministers... My responsibilities are here, and my duty is to my commander.

Jazz: Slag right. *winces, and then shuts her eyes for a moment*

Magnus: *worried* Jazz?

Jazz: S'okay... jes... kinda dizzy.

Magnus: *more worried now* Maybe you should rest....

Jazz: *tiny sound of discomfort*

Magnus: I'll go get Ratchet. *moves to do so*

Jazz: *very quiet whine at the thought of being left all alone when she feels like this. Is confused and upset by the strangeness of her body's reactions*

Magnus: *bellows from the doorway, before moving to return to Jazz's side*

Ratchet: *comes walking in a few moments later, clear signs of ale all over the front of his robe* You bellowed? *sour look*

Magnus: *in any other situation, he'd be grinning an unrepentant grin at you, Ratchet. As it is, he's got that one line on his forehead that only appears when he's really worried* She's dizzy.....

Ratchet: She overtired herself, and put stress on her injuries. Dizziness is nothing compared to what could have happened.

Magnus: *biting his lower lip a bit and trying to keep from clenching his hands into fists* *deep breaths*

Ratchet: *gentle hand on Jazz's forehead* She's fretting, even in her sleep. *frown*

Magnus: *moves to reach for Jazz's hand* *quietly* She doesn't like being isolated.....

Ratchet: *considers for a moment, his frown deepening, then looks over* Do you think you could keep the yahoos off her if she were on the hearth?

Magnus: *nods* I outrank most of them....

Ratchet: That doesn't keep people from being stepped on at night by drunks. *slight, wry, mouth twist*

Magnus: Then I'll get the ones I outrank to clear out.

Ratchet: ...I know no one stepped on Deepdancer when she was resting on the hearth. But she's... *brow quirk. Can't think of a nice way to say it*

Magnus: Scary?

Ratchet: Hrrrm. Lift her. Carefully.

Magnus: *moves to do so. Is far better suited to this than any of the other louts in his squadron*

Ratchet: *grabs the bedding and heads out of the room* Chromia, can you donate a wolf skin or something to put on this pallet? *spreads out his own quilted sleeping mat, which he'd put on the cot to make it softer*

Chromia: *nods and sends one of her louts to go get one of the blankets from the stockpile she, Ironhide, Old Lumen, Kriti, and Thrrpt have built up*

Springer: *soon back with that curly-haired two headed mountain goat that tried giving Chromia an oopsie down the mountain awhile back*

Chromia: *checks to see how soft the fur is* *nods as she feels the very soft texture. Will offer the blanket to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *thanks her with a smile and spreads it over the mat, then grabs the sheepskin pillow that is so comfortable to lay your head on when you're not feeling good and puts it down before moving out of Magnus' way*

Jazz: *soft groan as she sleeps*

Magnus: *soft reassurances as he moves to gently lay Jazz on the blanket-covered mat*

Ratchet: Good. Now lay down beside her and get some rest yourself.

Magnus: *looks a bit scandalized now*

Chromia: *reach. WHAP*

Magnus: *PWNED*

Ratchet: I have it on good authority that there is nothing wrong with helping a sick friend keep warm. *looks at a pickled and drowsy Den F as she comes and leans on him* ...Or one that's just cold.

Chromia: *snickering*

Ratchet: ...Free bath after you got drunk?

Den F.: *bleary blink, slow nod*

Chromia: Didja see aneh toad bebehs?

Den F.: Nnnnoooppe.... *wobble*

Ratchet: *lifts the drunken woman into his arms and looks around, then turns to his wife* I'll go tuck her in with Trailbreaker, Bumblebee, and the others. You get Magnus into bed. *walks toward the comfortable group settling down in the corner with a good book*

Den F.: *groggy mumblings*

Chromia: *manages to get Magnus to lay down after a well-placed kick to the kneecaps*

Jazz: *startles slightly at the thump of foot to knees, then groans softly*

Magnus: *soft groan as his head aches from catching a cuff upside it*

Jazz: *bleary peek as she thinks she hears an echo* Wha...?

Magnus: *quiet* Chromia hits hard....

Jazz: Ah... *turns her face toward his warmth and drops back to sleep*

Magnus: *soft sigh, closes his eyes*

Ratchet: *back over by wife* Bumblebee wonders if you'd like to borrow an illustrated 'Boot to the Head' sometime.

Chromia: *blink blink* *snerk* Sure....

Ratchet: *as he checks his patient a last time* What is that anyway?

Chromia: Baicalleh, a boot t' th' 'ead 's 'zactleh wh't 't sounds lahk.

Ratchet: *looks up* ...How do you illustrate that, and why would you want to borrow it? *yes, he's actually missed hearing the old legend*

Chromia: Ah ain't sure 'ow t' illustrate 't, but Ah wanna read th' legend.

Ratchet: Legend?

Chromia: *nod* Th' storeh th't th' gahs w're laughin' 'bout so 'ahd th' otha day.

louts in corner: *laughing that hard again today!*

Ratchet: Ah. *looks over toward the group, and then offers his arm to Chromia* Lets go join the Ironhides, the Lumens, the Wheel Js, and Eruiste for supper.

Chromia: *nods and moves to take her husband's arm*

Ratchet: *will lead his lady over and join the rest of the family in introducing his long lost brother to the joys of roast drakeling, rough sourdough rye bread, and lots of ale*

((co-written with random_xtras))