dens_tf_den | DTC, the Tavern, Miracle Healing

Chromia: *bringing more blankets into the room with the intention of divvying them up amongst the cot, bedroll, and bed*

Kriti: *curled up under her cloak and a couple of blankets, is also snuggled against Mama, Sludge, and Snarl*

Blackout: *sitting in the chair by the bed as she frowns intently at Ironhide, who is looking back equally intently. There is a feeling of in the air like happens during a heavy thunderstorm*

Ratchet: *frowning and watching, though he gives Chromia an absent smile of greeting*

Old Mira: *also watching and tending the fire so her boots can dry*

Blackout: *slow nod* I can do it now. But you'll have to start over again.

Ironhide: No... big... loss.

Chromia: ... Do wh't now?

Old Mira: *eyeing Blackout nervously. It's only recently that she's been informed just why the woman feels so powerful*

Ratchet: *quietly* She's going to heal Ironhide. It's got something to do with why she's been adventuring as her for the past couple months.

Blackout: *shifts slightly as the feeling of pressure in the room increases*

Chromia: ... *moving to sit next to Ratchet, showing a rare moment of uncertainty*

Ratchet: *puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes gently, but doesn't look away from what's happening*

Blackout: The younglings will have to move.

Old Mira: *moves to try and gently wake Kriti*

Sludge: *chirp? Peek*

Snarl: *Grumble as Bigger Sissy moves to rub at her eyes sleepily*

Kriti: *sooo not awake, but she's trying!*

Ironide: *turns her head to look toward her children* Pick... 'm... up.

Old Mira: *clicks her tongue a bit and gently scoops Sludge and Snarl up, cuddling the two lizardbabies close*

Kriti: *just about took a header off the bed*

Sludge: Sissy! *unhappy cheeping*

Kriti: *Blinking owlishly in the tangle of cloak and blankets that stopped her from getting hurt* Bhuh?

Blackout: She's alright, Ironhide. Are you ready?

Ratchet: *frown deepens as he watches, the hand on Chromia's shoulder tightening slightly*

Old Mira: *moves to bring Sludge and Snarl over to the chair by the fire*

Chromia: *biting her lower lip a bit as she watches*

Kriti: *Moving to scoot closer to the fire, her eyes wary as she watches Blackout*

Ironhide: *determination showing in her battered face* Hit meh b'fore... Gerard...'r... Lu... git... back.

Blackout: *nod. Then takes a deep breath and tenses before what looks like a bolt of lightening flies from her body to Ironhide's*

Ratchet: *surprised shout as Sludge cheeps with terror*

Old Mira: *Dwarvish curse!*

Snarl: *Unhappy cheepings!*

Chromia: *Yelps and clings to Ratchet as Kriti soundlessly hunkers down as small as she can get*

Blackout: *breaths deeply, and then pushes herself up out of the chair to silently leave the room*

Ironhide: *blankets are smoking*

Chromia: *moving to get to her feet, is worried about her sister*

Ratchet: *steps over and pours water on the smoking blankets, then puts a hand to Ironhide's neck. Exclamation of surprise and then searches the redhead's face with his eyes*

Chromia: *Fretting and fussing, will unintentionally shoulder Ratchet aside to check on her sister*

Ironhide: *face is now unmarked, and her eyes are closed lightly as she sleeps. Her skin, should Chromia touch it, will now rival Flashpoint's on a good day*

Chromia: *Soft sound of amazement*

Sludge: *just realized she's wet where she peed on Aunty. This makes her cry twice as loudly*

Ironhide: *draws brows together in a frown and turns her face toward the sound, then opens her eyes and looks toward it quizzically* What'd y'u do t' mah babehs?

Ratchet: *blink... blink*

Old Mira: *Soothing sounds as she moves to set Snarl on the bed so she can clean Sludge up*

Kriti: *Staying silent and still*

Ironhide: *makes Ratchet gape by sitting up and gathering her little son into her arms* Shhhh, shhh, babeh. Mama's gotch'u. Shhhh. *rubs Snarl's back as she cuddles him*

Anna: *standing in the doorway and staring in silence*

Chromia: *wibbling a bit and then she's moving to cling to Ratchet and rest her head on his shoulder. Ratchet, your shirt might be getting a bit wet now...*

Ratchet: *hugs her close, though he's frowning again as he watches Ironhide*

Ironhide: *croons to Snarl, and then looks around* Wh're's mah... Kriti? C'mere. *holds out a hand to her eldest*

Kriti: *hesitantly edges closer to the bed*

Ironhide: *grins, and then kicks the covers off and gets off the bed, not caring that she's only wearing a shirt and smallclothes. Heads over but stops and hunkers at the right distance to let the skittish teen decide to come to her*

Old Mira: *dressing Sludge in a clean baby dress now, will bring her over to Ironhide*

Ironhide: *takes Sludge too* Thanks, Mira. *grins at her sister in law, and then looks back to Kriti* Darlin'?

Kriti: *quiet sound, and then she's clinging to you, Ironhide*

Ironhide: *goes from hunker to her knees as she croons and cuddles her three babies close. Feel how warm she is, Kriti?*

Sludge: *chirp* Sludge liiiiiiiiike!

Snarl: *Happy cheeps, snuggaMama*

Ironhide: *rocks slightly and kisses Kriti's hair* Yeah.... Shhh. Ah'm 'ere. Shhh.

Kriti: *clinging and crying silently with relief that Mama is okay*

Ratchet: *clears his throat as he watches, and then looks toward the door as he catches the familiar thump of dwarf boots*

Old Lumen: *coming in to see what Anna was talking about with her story of Blackout blowing something up... and boggling a bit when he sees where Ironhide is*

Old Mira: We had a bit of a miracle happen, Lu...

Ironhide: *looks up, her grin broadening as she sees her best friend* Lu.... *on her feet, with all three younglings in her arms, and then she's over and scooping the sturdy dwarf up too*

Ratchet: *mouth has fallen open again*

Old Lumen: *Surprised and pleased curse as he's scooped up*

Ironhide: *kiss! Laugh! Hugggg*

Sludge: *snugga Mama and Daddy!*

Kriti: *Clinging to Mama*

Snarl: *happy cheeping, can has warm, can has family!*

Ironhide: *big grin for Old Lumen* Ah c'n fahnly sleep someplace more comf'rt'ble.

Old Lumen: *Chuckles* The sooner we can move all our blankets back out to the loft, the better.

Ratchet: *dryly* These are a little charred. Like the front of Ironhide's shirt.

Ironhide: *sniffs and tucks her chin to look down* Well lookit th't.

Sludge: *trying to use the new lizardbaby door!*

Snarl: *Cheeps and tries to do like Sissy*

Ironhide: *starts laughing and sets Old Lumen down to try and stop the babies without dropping Kriti* Y'u lil' goobers. C'mere.

Sludge: *keeps trying!*

Snarl: *Happily cheeping and exploring!*

Kriti: *scooting around to cling to Mama's back*

Old Lumen: *laughing at lizardbaby antics*

Old Mira: *looking at her brother like he's insane*

Ironhide: *gets babies back in her arms and turns back* Wh're's m' clothes? Mah babehs cain't sleep in th's thing.

Ratchet: Well, what you were wearing when you went against the troll is gone. It was soaked in blood.

Ironhide: Slag, th't w's a good tunic. Wh're's mah trunk?

Chromia: *Going to go get some of her clothes now, kthx!*

Kriti: *Small shiver at the memory*

Sludge: *showing Mama her little green doll baby now! And then cheeping laughter as she watches Bubby's dress land on the floor*

Snarl: *Issa streaker!* :3

Ironhide: *laughing! And then notices Mathew peeking inside with a little golden creature on his shoulder and quirks a brow* Who're y'u?

Old Lumen: *Chuckles* That's Gerard's grandson, Mathew. And the Morncat on his shoulder is Tempest.

Tempest: *chirps and bows her head in greeting, then moves her ears quizzically* Hrrrt?

Ironhide: *was just about to greet in return, but now she's blinking* Nah, Blackout fixed ever'th'n.

Snarl: *Happy chirp!*

Tempest: *exchanges a glance with Mathew, and then the young man's withdrawing from the doorway*

Ironhide: *frowns after them* Blackout's fine. She's just sleepin' it off. *looks down at Old Lumen then* Ah'm gettin' drafty here.

Chromia: *Back with a change of clothes*

Ironhide: *perks* Thanks, 'Mia. *offers babies to Old Lumen* Y'u're gonna have to get down, Kriti, darlin'. 'n Ratchet, y'u get outta here.

Ratchet: *amused* You're standing in the door.

Ironhide: Thrrrpt! *steps aside*

Kriti: *Reluctantly gets down*

Old Lumen: *Chuckles, can has bebehs*

Chromia: *Will give the clothes, and also hug her sister*

Ironhide: *returns the hug as Ratchet quits the room and closes the door behind him, being careful of the new strength that she knows she has* *quiet and apologetic concern* Y'u're lookin' a li'l peeky, 'Mia.

Chromia: *Quietly* Ah'll be alrahght...

Ironhide: *another gentle squish, and then lets her sister go to reach for the hem of her shirt with intention to slip it over her head* Y'u got s'me wrappin's?

Chromia: *nods and holds the wrappings up* Ah always keep a spare set f'r 'mergencies, 'Hahde.

Ironhide: *applying wrappings* Ah do too. Y'all better not've lost mah chest.

Old Lumen: *helping Sludge dance on his lap, while Snarl tries to hide in his beard*

Chromia: 'T's safe 'n sound, 'Hahde.

Ironhide: Good. Th'n mah spare clothes're safe. *wrapped, now on with the new undershirt and the tunic and leggings*

Sludge: *dance dance dance. Happy little fat baby*

Snarl: *Peeks out of Daddy's beard to chirp at Mama*

Ironhide: *chuckles at her son* Not so snarly anehmore? *clothes on, puts an arm around Kriti's shoulders*

Kriti: *Cling to Mama again*

Snarl: *Cheep!*

Old Lumen: *Chuckles* He has his moments...

Gerard: *surprised by closed door. Knocks gently, then chuckles as Slag growls at it from where the husky infant is cuddled in the crook of his free arm*

Ironhide: *looks toward the door with wary surprise* Somethin' just growled out there.

Old Lumen: It's prolly Slag...

Ironhide: Wh't's Slag? *frowning and listening*

Old Mira: One of Wheeljack's scaly kids... *chuckles as she moves to open the door* You're decent, right, Ironhide?

Ironhide: Decent? Me? *snrk* Wh'n'd 'Jack git kids?

Kriti: *Quietly* Blackout gave him Slag and Swoop...

Old Mira: *Gives Ironhide an amused look* You know what I meant. *will open the door now*

Gerard: *grins at Mira* Is it alright for us to come IN!

Ironhide: *pounce a brother and hug!*

Gerard: What on Earth.... Ironhide??? But.... How?

Chromia: Le's jes' call 't noth'n short 'f a miracle, 'n leave 't 't th't...

Gerard: *will get salty drops all over his spectacles as he hugs his younger sister* Thank the Highest King.

Ironhide: *laughs* Amen. But y'u gotta thank Blackout, too. *Sets Gerard down and looks for Kriti, but then notices Slag and grins* Now Ah remember. Ah told Blackout t' give 'im those eggs.

Slag: *issa growly*

Kriti: *is going to be clinging to you for quite awhile, Ironhide*

Chromia: *moving to sit down on Ratchet's bedroll for a moment*

Snarl: *Growls at Slag*

Slag: *blinks, then puffs himself up a little and growls louder*

Gerard: *offers Slag a dried sausage*

Slag: *forgets the growly*

Sludge: *sees dried sausage! Holds out little fat hand appealingly* Sludge like!

Snarl: *Cheeps and looks cute! Hungry lizardbaby, feed plz?*

Old Lumen: *Chuckles and tries to remove Snarl from his beard with one hand*

Gerard: *distracted by hungry babies. Smiles happily as he brings out more of the little ones' favorite treats* Who wants a sausage, then?

Ironhide: Me. *snags one and sticks it in her mouth*

Gerard: *chuckles at that and then looks to his niece and nephew*

Snarl: *Hopeful cheep*

Kriti: *peeking from behind Mama*

Gerard: *gives a sausage to Snarl, and then one to Sludge* There you are. Would you like a bonbon, Kriti?

Ironhide: *blinks* Y'u ben feedin' Kriti candy?

Kriti: *holds her hand out*

Gerard: *puts two of the gilded chocolates and a twist of fruitcake into it* There you are, sweetheart.

Ironhide: Is that gold? *boggle*

Kriti: *offers Mama one of the chocolates*

Ironhide: *recollects herself and shakes her head* No thanks, darlin'. I'd ratha 'ave th's. *holds up the sausage, but then scrutinizes the candy again*

Kriti: *small nod, will hide behind you again, Ironhide. Intends to share the chocolate with Bluestreak*

Gerard: Yes, it's gold. I'm afraid the shop was out of the usual chocolate bonbons when I went to replenish my stores.

Ironhide: *shakes head slowly and looks over at Chromia with a grin* Y'u're givin' golden candy t' begger younglin's.

Chromia: *chuckles* Doof...

Gerard: *draws himself up to his full height* I resemble that remark.

Ironhide: *laughing now*

Old Lumen: *Snorts and shakes his head, though he is grinning*

Kriti: *peeks from behind Mama again*

Ironhide: *sobers as she remembers something* Gerry, y'u gotta go on stayin' here. Y'u're too old t' sleep 'n th' loft.

Gerard: *looks around and shrugs* *mildly* You mean I'm too citified? *gentle teasing grin*

Chromia: *Snerks*

Ironhide: *Hugs brother again* Wh'tevah, ya ol' coot.

Mathew: *back* Blackout's sleeping. Ratchet says she's going to be alright.

Tempest: Mrrrr.

Kriti: *Small nod, snuggles Mama*

Chromia: Wh't's wrong wit' Blackout?

Ironhide: *mirth changes to seriousness* She gave me part'a 'er lahfe.

Gerard: ...Part of her life?? *surprised and blinking with concern*

Chromia: *sitting a bit straighter now, concerned*

Ironhide: Yeah. *looks over at Chromia* *quietly* She knew Ah didn' 'ave too maneh years left, th' way Ah w's. 'N she figures she owes me f'r savin' 'er lahfe wh'n Hormah w's born. So she did wh't she c'ld t' 'eal me 'n gimme 'notha chance.

Ratchet: *in the door* So that's why you're warmer, and stronger, than you were before you were hurt.

Chromia: Y'u're sure she'll be alrahght? *concerned*

Ironhide: She is. *slight shrug even as she nods to Ratchet*

Gerard: *thoughtful expression* So... does this mean that you're a dragon now, Ironhide?

Chromia: *Attention on her sister now*

Old Lumen: *raised brow*

Ironhide: *bites her lip, and then nods, her brows raising slightly*

Ratchet: o.0

Kriti: *quietly* Like Honeyfuggle?

Ironhide: *reaches back and puts an arm around her daughter* Not quite. Ah'm th' same kind Blackout is, 'n she's Outworlder.

Kriti: *Small nod, snuggles. She knows Honeyfuggle and Blackout are good dragons, so she's not scared that Mama's the same kind of dragon as Blackout*

Snarl: *finishes his sausage, happy cheep!*

Old Lumen: *soft snort* Silly kid...

Sludge: ^_^ *still nomming, but reaches with her free hand to grab Bubby's tail*

Slag: *growls at Snarl*

Snarl: *cheeps at Sissy for the tail-grabbing, then he's hissing at Slag*

Gerard: Now now, Slag. That's not a very nice thing to say.

Ironhide: *grinning again as she looks at her babies, then reaches* G'me one'a th'm dollbabehs, Lu.

Old Lumen: *Snorts and offers the hissing lizardbaby to Ironhide*

Ironhide: *takes the temperamental little guy and snuzzles him despite his hissing* Yeah... y'u're so precious. Mah big boy.

Slag: *gets removed from the room and returned to his father due to vituperation*

Ironhide: *silent snigger fit at that, though she doesn't raise her head from Snarl*

Snarl: *Still hissing as he watches Slag get removed from the room*

Chromia: *Headshake* 'E's full'a 'tude....

Ironhide: Jes' lahk 'is Aunty. *eyes twinkle as she looks up*

Chromia: *Razz*

Ratchet: *chuckles as he walks over to his bed roll and starts compacting it for packing* So we're moving out?

Ironhide: *looks around for stuff she'd need to pack, then shrugs and decides she's got Kriti and Snarl* Yup.

Old Lumen: *scoops up Sludge as Old Mira moves to get all the baby clothes packed up* *with a slightly mischevious twinkle in his eye* What're the odds of you re-introducing yourself to that beam, 'Hide?

Ironhide: .... >_> Thrrpt.

Old Lumen: *Chuckle*

Sludge: *delighted by the funny sound* *takes sausage butt from mouth* Thrrpth!

Ironhide: *laughs, and then checks on Snarl* Thanks, Mira.

Snarl: *gonna try burrowing into Mama's shirt again!*

Old Mira: No problem... *has a stack of baby dresses that she can barely see over*

Ironhide: *takes a hand from Kriti to put Snarl into her tunic, though she's blinking at that heap of little white garments* Th't's all ours?

Old Lumen: Bluestreak's been busy... *chuckles*

Ironhide: W'r gonna need another chest. *grins and buckles her belt, then pats the lump in her tunic and puts her arm around Kriti again*

Ratchet: *stands, bedroll under one arm and physician's bag in the other* I'm ready.

Chromia: *getting the blankets that she brought out of her box gathered up*

Mathew: *getting Aunt Ironhide's blankets. He figures that some of them at least will be reparable. And besides, he can tell quite clearly that they all need to hang out in the chilly autumn sun for awhile because of the wetness*

Tempest: *busy helping, her wings spread for balance as she uses her hands*

Old Lumen: *moving to tuck Sludge into his tunic so she'll be just that much warmer during the move to the loft of the barn* I think Bluestreak was working on some new baby clothes for Sludge and Snarl...

Ironhide: *blinks again, her eyes showing a bit of dismay* More clothes?

Old Lumen: Winter clothes... They won't like the cold too much.

Ironhide: Right. *protective hand on the little lump in her tunic as she watches Sludge squirm and giggle* Blue's a good gal. *grin* Wait. She's ours too, ain't she? Ah adopted 'er.

Chromia: Yup. *small grin as she finishes folding up blankets*

Ratchet: Well, you claimed her, anyway. There weren't any papers signed.

Ironhide: *grins* Ah gotta big family.

Mathew: *stops with his armload of covers and furs* Yeah, you do. Though I don't think most of them want to admit it. *laughs and goes to hang stuff up*

Ironhide: Thrrpt. *dismayed then* D' mah cloak get burned?

Old Lumen: *Carefully stooping to pick up the cloak* Nope. Snarl and Sludge were playing on it though... *chuckles*

Ironhide: *relieved. Takes the last gift from her father and drapes it around her shoulders, being sure to cover Kriti in the process* Thank th' Starsinger.

Kriti: *quiet sound of contentment*

Chromia: *Moving to hold the door open with her foot* C'mon.... *just glad Ironhide's okay now*

Ironhide: *grins and goes through, equally happy to be well, and to be here with most of the people she loves most*

Showtime: *snuggled against Sunstreaker in the main tavern, startles when she sees Ironhide*

Sunstreaker: Boss! :D *starts to get up, but then has to sit again due to a surfeit of a certain heated beer*

Wheeljill: *waves as they come into the common room, then resumes laughing at her Name brother, who has an upset baby chomped onto his hand*

Wheeljack: >.o *Trying to soothe Slag's ire and get the little one to let go of his hand*

Desinex: *looks up from where she's snuggled close to Hound* *small smile*

Deepdancer: *looks up from where she's sewing with Heartstone and Bluestreak and smiles slightly*

Bluestreak: *mouth falls open and then she's rambling her surprise as Swoop peeps softly from the pile of lace and ribbons in her lap*

Young Lumen: *Is that startled and pleased whoop from up in the rafters*

Eruiste: *laughing as she hugs her husband around the neck*

Tracks: *pleased and confused smile from where he's buying a plate of boiled bacon and cabbage at the bar*

Ironhide: *just grinning as she heads for the door*

Showtime: *moving to see if she can help with anything*

Mathew: *grins at the elf woman* I'm good. Thanks.

Showtime: *small nod, goes to make sure her husband doesn't drink more than he should*

Sunstreaker: *already kinda did that*

Old Lumen: *Amused as he watches the various reactions*

Sideswipe: *yelps as he meets Ironhide on his way in at the same time she's going out* It wasn't me! *runs!*

Ironhide: *nearly busts a gut as she doubles over and slaps her thighs* Nuth'n's changed.

Chromia: *Snorts* Th'ngs'll settle down f'r a few days, till th' snows 'it, th'n th'y'll be crawlin' up th' walls... 'gain.

Ironhide: *snerks and wipes her eyes, then returns her arm to Kriti's shoulders and makes her way around the tavern toward the stable yard* Be good t' be back under th' barn roof snug 'n warm 'n listnin' t' th' wind howl.

hens: *run to meet them, and then stop and cock their heads and make little 'queeee' sounds as they sense the difference in Ironhide*

Kriti: *Clucks her tongue a bit and continues to hide against Ironhide*

Ironhide: *chuckles at the biddies* Ah don't got nothin' for y'u, silly critters. Git outta mah road.

hens: *move as she approaches, but are all busy looking at her with one eye and then the other*

Denthe: *pauses from leaving her dead things in a stall in the barn* ... *raised brow* Okay then...

Ironhide: *grins at the pale necromancer, and then chuckles at Trailblazer and Springer's exclamations from the stable* Hey, Den. Y'u louts quit gapin', y'u're gonna catch a bug.

Kriti: *peeking at louts* Dorks.

Springer: *Fumbling to try and hide the pipe he's not supposed to have*

Trailbreaker: *snuffing the dried corn silk in his own pipe behind his back* What the slag happened???

Ratchet: *gruffly* A miracle, obviously.

Chromia: *Giving Springer an earful that includes the phrase "Wh't w'ld 'Cee say 'f she caught ya doin' th't, ya knucklehead?"*

Springer: *admonished, will let Chromia confiscate this pipe. Won't tell her about the other pipe he's got in his inner coat pocket*

Trailbreaker: *forgets his questions in favor of turning and bolting through the stable and out the back way*

Ironhide: *is laughing again* Nope, nuthin's changed.

Chromia: *Huffs and breaks the pipe in her hand, is miffed* Th'se dummehs... 'f Ah've told 'em once, Ah've told 'em a thousand tahms...

Ironhide: T's onleh cornsilk, 'Mia. *straightens up and squeezes Kriti gently*

Chromia: 'T's still a bad 'abit t' g'et int'.

Ironhide: *chuckles and gently shoves Springer aside so she can go in, then heads for the ladder*

Ratchet: *looks at the broken pipe* ...Chromia, that's jade.

Chromia: *blink blink, doesn't quite get the significance*

Springer: *Will mourn the loss of a good pipe, at least while Chromia and the others are still down on this level. He's still got the other one just like it that he got out of a stash of loot in that one vault place*

Ratchet: *takes the pieces and looks at them* I think I can put it back together. See how it's carved?

Chromia: *soft "Hrmph"* Still th'nk 't's a bad 'abit...

Ratchet: *puts the pieces into his belt bag* It's worth a couple thousand gold.

Springer: Really? *Perked up at that*

Mathew: *boggles*

Tempest: *looking at Springer. Amused kitty is amused*

Chromia: *Gaping now*

Springer: *Low whistle* Wow...

Ratchet: *heads inside without returning the broken pipe pieces to Springer* That should buy a good chest for the baby clothes.

Chromia: *Small headshake, moves to follow Old Lumen up the ladder*

Springer: *realizes Ratchet's not gonna give him his pipe back, moves to follow the healer*

Old Mira: *Acks and cusses Springer out for nearly running her over*

Ironhide: *from above* Springer y'u dumbaft. Watch where y'u're goin'.

Springer: *Sheepish* Sorry! *hurries after Ratchet*

Old Mira: *Calls Springer something unprintable*

Ironhide: *is that thud from above* Slag....

Old Lumen: *laughing as Snarl cheeps worriedly*

Sludge: *sleepily* Sludge Mama find post!

Ironhide: *goes and settles in the old nest as she rubs her forehead* T's good t' be home.

Chromia: *moving to put blankets within easy reach*

Kriti: *Quiet sigh as she snuggles close to Mama*

Old Lumen: No kidding... *chuckles as Old Mira finally makes it up to the loft*

Ratchet: *spreading out his bedroll next to where Ironhide's sitting, grins at her as she pokes it* I know. We don't really need it up here. *helps Chromia a little, then kisses her on the cheek and heads for the ladder, intent on going to see what he can do with the broken pipe*

Chromia: *Soft chuckle, moves to settle on the bedroll with the intention of having a bit of a nap before she goes out to try and bag dinner*

Snarl: *Sleepy sleep time* *curls up against Mama, makes happy sleeping sounds*

Old Mira: *getting herself situated with a couple of blankets*

Old Lumen: *situates himself next to Ironhide so Sludge is between them*

Ironhide: *chuckles* Y'all're so sure 't's nap tahme.

Kriti: *Quietly* It is.

Ironhide: Ah jes' got up. *grinning*

Old Lumen: *Shoves Ironhide over*

Ironhide: Ack! *flail*

Old Lumen: Now we're even. *Chuckles*

Kriti: *snuggles close to Ironhide* *Quietly* Rest...

Ironhide: *chuckles and settles the cloak over herself, Lumen, Kriti, and the babies* Alright, alright. If y'all insist.

Snarl: *Sleeeep*

Old Lumen: *Chuckles and gets comfortable*

Kriti: *contented sigh, conks out*

Sludge: *soft seeep seeep sounds*

Ironhide: *grins, silently thanks her Maker, and then closes her eyes and settles to sleep*

((co-written with

random_xtras))