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Awwwww! Adrenaline! I know what you mean, I get pumped like that sometimes when a long-awaited fic chapter appears, but for just snippets? Really? *blushes*
I wish I had a big update to do. You know, I do have most of a tiny story done, that I wrote one night in the yurt when Kes and Shara’s big reunion was escaping me. It’s basically a faithful transcript of some events I’d just witnessed with Farmbaby and Brother-in-Law (and Farmsister), but it seemed like a golden opportunity to give L’ulo L’ampar a cameo.
Here, have a tiny story to make up for the sleep deprivation, because I don’t know where else to put this. Lost Kings continuity, but post-Endor.
Poe was loudly counting, quite fluently, all in Iberican except for five in Basic for some reason, but it was all in the right order. Kes came darting out of one of the aisles of the garden and ran down another, and Shara could tell from Kes’s gait that it wasn’t any matter of urgency, so she didn’t worry. L’ulo frowned. “What is he–” he said, but gave up on making it a real question.
“Ready or not here I come!” Poe shrieked, having reached twenty in mostly the correct order, and Kes crouched behind a row of tall flowering plants, glancing over at Shara with a conspiratorial expression of glee.
“Hide and seek, L'ulo,” Shara said. Apparently he’d never heard of the game as such, so she explained it to him, while in the garden, Poe hunted assiduously, looking under low-hanging plants and diligently scouting through every aisle. He looked up at Shara after a moment, apparently at a loss. Shara shrugged, but cut her eyes toward Kes’s hiding spot. Poe didn’t understand. “Hey,” Kes hissed, with pretty much no sincerity, “don’t give it away!”
Poe’s head whipped around, tracking his father’s voice by sound. Normally, when Shara played this with him, she had to occasionally say things out loud, like “I hope Poe doesn’t find me!” because he really wasn’t very good at hide-and-seek. But, he was barely three, so his lack of skill wasn’t really surprising.
“I found you!” Poe shrieked, rounding the corner into the aisle where Kes was crouching.
“Maybe you found me,” Kes said, “but you didn’t catch me!” and he took off running, with much arm-flailing and not a great deal of speed.
“That’s the scariest motherfucker in the Pathfinders, I’ll have you know,” Shara said to L'ulo, indicating Kes, since Poe was more or less out of earshot.
“Terrifying,” L'ulo agreed, watching Kes’s ungraceful antics.
Kes made much of skidding around the corner, and ran up the lawn a little ways toward a freestanding flowering bush, with Poe hot on his heels. He ran around the bush, and Poe followed him, shrieking with laughter. Around and around they went, Kes carefully modulating his speed to keep just ahead of his son’s grasping reach, but then suddenly Kes took a couple of big steps so that he was now closer to the back of Poe than Poe was to the back of him, and with that, he was now chasing the boy instead of being chased by him.
“Oh no! I’m gonna get you!” Kes howled. Poe screamed, shrill and delighted, and veered off to sprint across the lawn.
“He’s actually getting kind of fast,” Shara said.
Kes ran after him, roaring, and Poe screamed even shriller as Kes lunged and caught him around the middle with both hands. He collapsed down onto the ground, rolling over with the child tucked in his arms. “Oh no I got you!”
“I was supposed to be chasing you, Papa!” Poe said indignantly.
“Why, so you were,” Kes said, staring at him and pretending to be aghast. “What have I done?” He scrambled to his feet and took off running into the aisles of the garden again, and Poe leapt up and scrambled after him.
The two of them disappeared into the foliage, but their passage was trackable by the shrieking, both from Poe and, somewhat hoarser and less sincerely, from Kes. Someone had caught someone, and Shara was pretty sure Poe was earning his nightly bath.
“I only ever knew hide-and-seek as a thing you did for military tactics,” L’ulo mused. “I had no idea it was a thing humans did with their young.”
“Kids are terrible at it,” Shara said. “It’s hilarious.”
“Some adult humans have issues with object permanence,” L’ulo pointed out. “So I’m not surprised it’s something their young struggle with.”
Shara laughed and threw a little fruit at him from the bowl next to her elbow that she’d collected with Poe earlier. (He’d picked out all the sweet ones and eaten them, but had left her the tart ones, which were lighter-colored.) “Hey now,” she said.
“I’m not judging,” L’ulo said, fending off the fruit, managing to catch it, and returning fire. Shara let it sail past her into the ground cover. The handful of chanticlos that promoted themselves to free-range daily out of what was supposed to be their enclosure would surely find it, just as they found all the windfalls around the bushes. “Duros young actually go through a larval phase, so.”
“Humans almost do,” Shara said, as Poe reappeared out the end of an aisle, flushed and tousled and screaming. “He was cute then, don’t get me wrong, but he’s more fun now.”
“Mama!” Poe shrieked. “Save me from the monster!”
“I think you’re being summoned,” L’ulo said. “I’ll go get us another round of drinks.”
“Oh, good idea,” Shara said, pushing to her feet. “Kes is probably going to be pretty thirsty once I’ve defeated him.”
Kes roared and came lurching out of the end of the garden aisle, and Shara theatrically rolled her shoulders, tipping her head from side to side and bouncing on her toes like a warming-up fighter in the Huttese pits.
“I’m coming, baby,” she yelled, and Poe screamed with delight and met her about halfway. She was going to need a bath, too, but what good was retirement if you couldn’t wrestle with your husband in a pile of dusty straw for the amusement of your toddler?
Awwwww! Adrenaline! I know what you mean, I get pumped like that sometimes when a long-awaited fic chapter appears, but for just snippets? Really? *blushes*
I wish I had a big update to do. You know, I do have most of a tiny story done, that I wrote one night in the yurt when Kes and Shara’s big reunion was escaping me. It’s basically a faithful transcript of some events I’d just witnessed with Farmbaby and Brother-in-Law (and Farmsister), but it seemed like a golden opportunity to give L’ulo L’ampar a cameo.
Here, have a tiny story to make up for the sleep deprivation, because I don’t know where else to put this. Lost Kings continuity, but post-Endor.
Poe was loudly counting, quite fluently, all in Iberican except for five in Basic for some reason, but it was all in the right order. Kes came darting out of one of the aisles of the garden and ran down another, and Shara could tell from Kes’s gait that it wasn’t any matter of urgency, so she didn’t worry. L’ulo frowned. “What is he–” he said, but gave up on making it a real question.
“Ready or not here I come!” Poe shrieked, having reached twenty in mostly the correct order, and Kes crouched behind a row of tall flowering plants, glancing over at Shara with a conspiratorial expression of glee.
“Hide and seek, L'ulo,” Shara said. Apparently he’d never heard of the game as such, so she explained it to him, while in the garden, Poe hunted assiduously, looking under low-hanging plants and diligently scouting through every aisle. He looked up at Shara after a moment, apparently at a loss. Shara shrugged, but cut her eyes toward Kes’s hiding spot. Poe didn’t understand. “Hey,” Kes hissed, with pretty much no sincerity, “don’t give it away!”
Poe’s head whipped around, tracking his father’s voice by sound. Normally, when Shara played this with him, she had to occasionally say things out loud, like “I hope Poe doesn’t find me!” because he really wasn’t very good at hide-and-seek. But, he was barely three, so his lack of skill wasn’t really surprising.
“I found you!” Poe shrieked, rounding the corner into the aisle where Kes was crouching.
“Maybe you found me,” Kes said, “but you didn’t catch me!” and he took off running, with much arm-flailing and not a great deal of speed.
“That’s the scariest motherfucker in the Pathfinders, I’ll have you know,” Shara said to L'ulo, indicating Kes, since Poe was more or less out of earshot.
“Terrifying,” L'ulo agreed, watching Kes’s ungraceful antics.
Kes made much of skidding around the corner, and ran up the lawn a little ways toward a freestanding flowering bush, with Poe hot on his heels. He ran around the bush, and Poe followed him, shrieking with laughter. Around and around they went, Kes carefully modulating his speed to keep just ahead of his son’s grasping reach, but then suddenly Kes took a couple of big steps so that he was now closer to the back of Poe than Poe was to the back of him, and with that, he was now chasing the boy instead of being chased by him.
“Oh no! I’m gonna get you!” Kes howled. Poe screamed, shrill and delighted, and veered off to sprint across the lawn.
“He’s actually getting kind of fast,” Shara said.
Kes ran after him, roaring, and Poe screamed even shriller as Kes lunged and caught him around the middle with both hands. He collapsed down onto the ground, rolling over with the child tucked in his arms. “Oh no I got you!”
“I was supposed to be chasing you, Papa!” Poe said indignantly.
“Why, so you were,” Kes said, staring at him and pretending to be aghast. “What have I done?” He scrambled to his feet and took off running into the aisles of the garden again, and Poe leapt up and scrambled after him.
The two of them disappeared into the foliage, but their passage was trackable by the shrieking, both from Poe and, somewhat hoarser and less sincerely, from Kes. Someone had caught someone, and Shara was pretty sure Poe was earning his nightly bath.
“I only ever knew hide-and-seek as a thing you did for military tactics,” L’ulo mused. “I had no idea it was a thing humans did with their young.”
“Kids are terrible at it,” Shara said. “It’s hilarious.”
“Some adult humans have issues with object permanence,” L’ulo pointed out. “So I’m not surprised it’s something their young struggle with.”
Shara laughed and threw a little fruit at him from the bowl next to her elbow that she’d collected with Poe earlier. (He’d picked out all the sweet ones and eaten them, but had left her the tart ones, which were lighter-colored.) “Hey now,” she said.
“I’m not judging,” L’ulo said, fending off the fruit, managing to catch it, and returning fire. Shara let it sail past her into the ground cover. The handful of chanticlos that promoted themselves to free-range daily out of what was supposed to be their enclosure would surely find it, just as they found all the windfalls around the bushes. “Duros young actually go through a larval phase, so.”
“Humans almost do,” Shara said, as Poe reappeared out the end of an aisle, flushed and tousled and screaming. “He was cute then, don’t get me wrong, but he’s more fun now.”
“Mama!” Poe shrieked. “Save me from the monster!”
“I think you’re being summoned,” L’ulo said. “I’ll go get us another round of drinks.”
“Oh, good idea,” Shara said, pushing to her feet. “Kes is probably going to be pretty thirsty once I’ve defeated him.”
Kes roared and came lurching out of the end of the garden aisle, and Shara theatrically rolled her shoulders, tipping her head from side to side and bouncing on her toes like a warming-up fighter in the Huttese pits.
“I’m coming, baby,” she yelled, and Poe screamed with delight and met her about halfway. She was going to need a bath, too, but what good was retirement if you couldn’t wrestle with your husband in a pile of dusty straw for the amusement of your toddler?
