Point of view is the diminutive, dark-haired woman's.
The middle-aged, sable-haired man lifts the toddler up to his feet, keeping a steadying hand on him. To the toddler, his mouth covered in sticky honey, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..give momma a biiiiig kiss.." The diminutive, dark-haired woman hastily edges away. The svelte, whip-haired man waves dismissively, nose upturned. The toddler grins, smacking his lips as he reaches towards you, almost giggling in the middle-aged, sable-haired man's grasp. Back over his shoulder, the middle-aged, sable-haired man exclaims, in bendune: "..enjoy, Spar!" The svelte, whip-haired man says to you, in bendune: "Oh, that's going to be _so_ nice, I can tell." The svelte, whip-haired man grins, looking between the honey-smeared child and you. The svelte, whip-haired man chuckles, then waves as he turns to head out. The svelte, whip-haired man leaves a low adobe building. His brows lifting, the middle-aged, sable-haired man asks you, in bendune: "..what, don' wanna biiiiig sloppy kiss from such a cute lil thing?" To the toddler, you say, in bendune: "Mmmm, Tahn.... I think your father would prefer a nice big hug. I've had plenty of kisses from you today, hate to be selfish about it...." The toddler drops his hands, looking with some amount of confusion from you to the middle-aged, sable-haired man and back. The middle-aged, sable-haired man purses his lips thoughtfully, staring at the ceiling for a moment. The middle-aged, sable-haired man grabs his aba, and sweeps it around the toddler as he wraps his arms around him, and lifts him from the floor in a grunting, playful hug. To the toddler, you ask, in bendune: "Who haven't you seen for a while? Who'd you rather kiss?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man casts a dagger-eyed glance over the toddler's shoulder at you. The diminutive, dark-haired woman smiles blandly at the middle-aged, sable-haired man. The middle-aged, sable-haired man sets the toddler back down, his aba now lightly smeared with a helping of honey and grit. The diminutive, dark-haired woman laughs. To the toddler, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..Ooo, look what mommy gets ta clean.." You say, in bendune: "Oh, dirty tricks, dirty tricks..." The diminutive, dark-haired woman shakes her head sadly. The middle-aged, sable-haired man nods gravely. Leaning back, you say, in bendune: "Hmmm." The middle-aged, sable-haired man extends a hand to you, his eyes twinkling faintly beneath his age-wrinkled brow. The diminutive, dark-haired woman eyes the middle-aged, sable-haired man contemplatively. The diminutive, dark-haired woman sets her still somewhat sticky hand in the middle-aged, sable-haired man's own and allows herself to be pulled to her feet. Leaning close enough to brush his lips against your neck, the middle-aged, sable-haired man whispers to you: "..hmm, honey kisses, huh?" Nuzzling at his cheek, avoiding the sticky smear of honey, you whisper to the middle-aged, sable-haired man, "Mmmm hmm." The toddler takes this moment to lean closer to you as well, and smacks a sudden honey-lipped kiss along her neck, opposite the middle-aged, sable-haired man. The diminutive, dark-haired woman eyes the baby ruefully, ruffling his hair. With a sly wink at the toddler, quietly, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..that's m'boy." Gravely, you say, in bendune: "Thank you, Tahn." To the toddler, you say, in bendune: "I can tell you are going to grow up with a much sweeter and less vengeful personality than your evil sire." The toddler gives you a big smile, and the middle-aged, sable-haired man moves him around to situated a little between himself and you. Giving your earlobe a tease with his teeth, the middle-aged, sable-haired man whispers to you: "..mmhmm.. doncha like my dark side, darlin'..?" Leaning up to return the little tease, you whisper to the middle-aged, sable-haired man, "Mmmm, did I say that?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man lightly swirls a half-empty jug of wine in his hand, that arm curled around the toddler, and his other curled around you. Eying the child, you say, in bendune: "Perhaps a dip in the pool for a certain small person would be a good idea." The middle-aged, sable-haired man squirms ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth being near-helplessly tugged upwards. The middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "Mmm.." The middle-aged, sable-haired man straightens up a bit, and nods. To the toddler, the middle-aged, sable-haired man exclaims, in bendune: "..onwards, m'boy!" The diminutive, dark-haired woman brushes futilely at the smears of sand and grit on the middle-aged, sable-haired man's aba, shaking her head. The middle-aged, sable-haired man begins ushering you out, his hand half around your waist. The middle-aged, sable-haired man leaves a low adobe building. You step out to... Farmiyet Court at the Blue Jug [NES] A small building, marked with a blue jug, backs against the western wall. The middle-aged, sable-haired man is standing here. The rotund, raven-haired man sits on a low wall, carving. 125/125 88/106 169/183 I am standing. The middle-aged, sable-haired man walks north. You follow the middle-aged, sable-haired man, and walk north. Sparse sands blow across your path. Farmiyet Court at the Khaviyeti Pavilion [NESW] A large pavilion with white, billowy walls occupies the northwest corner. The middle-aged, sable-haired man is standing here. A dark-haired woman makes her way along, hawking lanterns. The lean, jet-haired boy skulks around here. The slim, raven-haired man stands, tossing sticks back and forth with the boy. A demure, dark-haired girl sits in the shade, watching the juggling. Three buka sticks whirl through the air as the thin, olive-skinned boy juggles. The middle-aged, sable-haired man asks the slim, raven-haired man, in bendune: "Ta enjoy tha bloody tlyrashi.. what else?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man walks north. You follow the middle-aged, sable-haired man, and walk north. Sparse sands blow across your path. West End of a Trellis Lined Arbor [ESU] A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat. A leafy purple-green horta vine winds around the trellis. A round pool of interminable depth occupies the heart of the arbor. The middle-aged, sable-haired man is standing here. The diminutive, dark-haired woman chuckles quietly, glancing back. The middle-aged, sable-haired man slips up across the arbor, working his way around to the northeastern side, relatively more protected from the storm. To the toddler, you say, in bendune: "Well, now, what have we here? A pool." The middle-aged, sable-haired man sets the toddler on his feet near the edge of that corner of the pool. The diminutive, dark-haired woman follows along with the middle-aged, sable-haired man, eying the child amusedly as he giggles and wraps honey smeared hands firmly around his neck. The middle-aged, sable-haired man stops holding a small toddler. To the toddler, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..yep! an' it's coooooool, too.." The diminutive, dark-haired woman's lips quirk, struggling to maintain a straight face. The middle-aged, sable-haired man reaches a finger to his neck, and casts you a sort of helplessly taken-in look. Serenely, you say to the middle-aged, sable-haired man, in bendune: "Little sand and honey never hurt anyone, I s'pose. And you were just going on the other day about how much you liked sand..." Blinking slowly, the middle-aged, sable-haired man asks, in bendune: "..i did, huh?" The diminutive, dark-haired woman nods firmly. To the toddler, as he begins working him out of his shirt, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..c'mon, off with this -messss-.." The middle-aged, sable-haired man wrinkles his nose at the toddler. Stifling a little mirth, you say, in bendune: "Just wait till I teach him how to skin." The middle-aged, sable-haired man says to you, in bendune: "..y'know, we should prolly get a lil tub for this kinna thing. Mebbe." The middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "Ooo.." The middle-aged, sable-haired man nods his head. With a wink, you say to the middle-aged, sable-haired man, in bendune: "Maybe a large tub, that way we could wash you too." The middle-aged, sable-haired man says to you, in bendune: "..then i'll laugh at all tha ickyness aaaaaall over ya again." You ask the middle-aged, sable-haired man, in bendune: "What, you won't let me come snuggle with you?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man tilts his head slightly, a half uncomfortable smile drifting across his features as he glances from the toddler to you and back. The middle-aged, sable-haired man says to you, in bendune: "..mm..maybe after a goooood bath. I might hafta be present ta ensure it goes properly.." Quietly, glancing at the toddler as he teeters at the edge of the pool, you say to the middle-aged, sable-haired man, in bendune: "Mmm, purely to supervise, I'm sure." The middle-aged, sable-haired man nods gravely. The middle-aged, sable-haired man says to you, in bendune: "..hafta meet my strict requirements'n all." The diminutive, dark-haired woman turns to the child, a little trace of color drifting over her cheeks as she glances back at the middle-aged, sable-haired man. Hastily, you ask, in bendune: "Well, now. Shall we see about washing my Lord of Honey here?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man seems to be paying the half-naked toddler less and less attention as he pays you more. As he begins to follow your gaze, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says to you, in bendune: "..mmm...ah..oh." The middle-aged, sable-haired man nods briefly. The middle-aged, sable-haired man tugs off his boots and begins rolling his pants up. The middle-aged, sable-haired man stops using a new supple, dark-leather boots. The middle-aged, sable-haired man eyes you, then the pool, a little too speculatively. Face still a little flushed as she stoops towards the toddler, you say, in bendune: "Mmm hmm." The middle-aged, sable-haired man settles down on the edge of the pool, letting his feet dangle in, watching you and the toddler with a little quirked smile and dancing eyes. The middle-aged, sable-haired man drops a small toddler. The diminutive, dark-haired woman stoops down, coaxing the toddler to sit as she removes the rest of his thoroughly honey coated clothing. To the toddler, you say, in bendune: "Well, now, hmmm." The middle-aged, sable-haired man momentarily tries to roll up the loose sleeves of his aba, then gives a grunt and merely sweeps it from his shoulders. The middle-aged, sable-haired man stops using a blue and white hooded aba. The middle-aged, sable-haired man folds over the aba, and lays it aside. Dusting futilely at her hands, the diminutive, dark-haired woman steps back to survey the middle-aged, sable-haired man and the child. The middle-aged, sable-haired man grins up at you. To the toddler, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..c'mere, nekkid boy." Gingerly, the diminutive, dark-haired woman slips out of her duster, trying to avoid getting any honey on it, before setting it aside to pick up the toddler as he leans over to splash at the water rather enthusiastically, sending a good deal of it the middle-aged, sable-haired man's way. You stop using a long leather duster. The middle-aged, sable-haired man sputters briefly, blinking some water from his eyes. Absently, you say, in bendune: "Ah, yes, get your father clean too, good idea." The middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..hey! Mrm..gotcher momma in ya, i see.." The diminutive, dark-haired woman swings the toddler up in the air, both giggling a little, before she hands him to the middle-aged, sable-haired man. The middle-aged, sable-haired man dips a hand in the water, and uses it to briefly wash his face. The middle-aged, sable-haired man glances up at you, one eye squinted closed with water, and reaches to take the toddler. The middle-aged, sable-haired man picks up a small toddler. Handing the child over, the diminutive, dark-haired woman kneels beside the pool, dipping her hands in to clean them off. The middle-aged, sable-haired man starts to set the toddler in the pool, his feet jerking up instinctively at the touch. The middle-aged, sable-haired man casts the toddler a grin, then the toddler begins to kick, splashing a nice little spray about. Closing his eyes and ducking his head away, the middle-aged, sable-haired man lowers the toddler fully into the pool, up to about his chest. The diminutive, dark-haired woman puts up an arm to ward out an arc of water as it comes her way. The middle-aged, sable-haired man wrinkles his nose faintly as he slides further over the edge of the pool, reaching down with a toe until he finds the sloping bottom. The middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..ah, there." The middle-aged, sable-haired man moves the toddler in a bit, until he's just able to stand on his own. Hovering close and a little protectively at the pool's edge, the diminutive, dark-haired woman grins a little, watching the child. The middle-aged, sable-haired man whispers something to the little toddler, who gives a giggle as he looks at you. You say, in bendune: "Get him good and clean, Kal...." The middle-aged, sable-haired man nods gravely, the weight of it lost with a bemused quirk of his lips. You say, in bendune: "I'm serious, or we'll have honey all over everything." As he douses the toddler's head with water, at which the toddler squeals, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..doncha worry, got it covered.." Alarmed, you exclaim, in bendune: "Don't drown him, either!" Despite a few antics, the middle-aged, sable-haired man does -seem- to keep a protective hand firmly on the toddler, as he playfully ruffles the toddler's wet hair. The middle-aged, sable-haired man dips a hand into the water, and cups a little handful up. The late, red sun descends toward the western horizon. Somewhat reassured, the diminutive dark-haired woman settles beside the pool and begins to clean the worst of the smears of honey off her neck and arms. The middle-aged, sable-haired man slowly lifts the hand towards you, tilts his head, then lifts it higher, a few drops falling free into your hair and along your neck. The middle-aged, sable-haired man humms a lively little nondescript tune, and wraps his feet around the toddler, freeing a hand to scrub at his fingers. A muffled giggle escapes the diminutive, dark-haired woman as she flicks a finger at the water's surface, sending a quick little splash in the middle-aged, sable-haired man's direction. The middle-aged, sable-haired man mrrmmpphs vaguely, ducking his face away from the splash. Giving the toddler a wink, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..it's momma's fault, she's bein'..-naughty-." The toddler thinks a moment, looking from you to the middle-aged, sable-haired man and back, then gives a giggle. To the toddler, you say, in bendune: "Nothing of the sort! Carry on and finish cleaning your father." The middle-aged, sable-haired man snickers almost imperceptibly, while wiping at the toddler's now marginally grimy mouth. The diminutive, dark-haired woman gestures imperiously, winking at the toddler His brows lifting, the middle-aged, sable-haired man asks, in bendune: "..uh..oh! How we gonna get them clothes on, while avoidin' this sand, i wonder..?" You say, in bendune: "Hrm, we could just carry him up and change him in the caverns...." The middle-aged, sable-haired man gives a semi-loud, thoughtful mrmm, as he finishes cleaning the toddler of, at least, the most obvious honey and grit. To the toddler, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..Oohh..yeah, she's kinna smart like that, i guess." Modestly, you say, in bendune: "She tries." The middle-aged, sable-haired man nods his head. To the toddler, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..might mean ya hafta stay nekkid a bit, 'til ya get proper dried-off like, y'know.." The middle-aged, sable-haired man whispers something to the toddler, who giggles and gurgles something like: "..freedom..!" The diminutive, dark-haired woman laughs quietly. Straightening up slightly, and giving a nod, the middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..alright, i think Mommy's ready ta carry yer wet lil behind.." The diminutive, dark-haired woman reaches over for the thoroughly wet toddler. The middle-aged, sable-haired man gives a smile, and swings the toddler up from the water, and into your arms. The middle-aged, sable-haired man gives you a small toddler. To the toddler, you ask, in bendune: "Niiiiice and clean, eh, my sweet?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man swings his feet up out of the water, laying back on his back. The middle-aged, sable-haired man flicks his feet back and forth a few times, spraying a very light mist of droplets about. The middle-aged, sable-haired man reaches for his boots. Wrapping an arm around the toddler and resting him on her hip, you ask, in bendune: "Mmmm, you're sure -you're thoroughly clean now too?" The middle-aged, sable-haired man dumps out a little sand from them, then gives a grunt as he tugs them back on. The middle-aged, sable-haired man slips his feet into a new supple, dark-leather boots. The giant crimson sun sets low in the west. Jihae, the red moon, rises up into the sky. Lirathu, the white moon, slowly rises in the southeast. The middle-aged, sable-haired man gathers his honied aba from the ground, and rises to his feet. The middle-aged, sable-haired man moves back to you, and gives your neck a little nuzzle and nip, then leads them both off towards the stairs. You smile at him. The middle-aged, sable-haired man says, in bendune: "..less get you two properly taken care'a."