[Open] Worried Mama Lark

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark, Any of her CR that experienced Calibrations
WHERE: Wherever her people can be found
WHAT: Mom's hovering in worry guys
WHEN: June 11th-18th
WARNINGS: There may be motherly behaviors and lectures

A month. More or less a month (definitely less in some cases), where the people she cared about had been out of touch. Again. And when Lark had come back, she'd started to hear horrid things of people having been trapped. It was horrid.

Which is why people were going to have to deal with this now. Without announcement even. There's Lark, showing up at the door. In one hand a light scarf. In the other, a covered container with wafting hints of savory scent.

And the look on her face? It says she's not going to walk away easily. That and the dog that has gone to lay down across the doorway, tail thumping excitedly.

"How are you doing?"

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[mutedsuspicions]

Lerith had been heading back to the hotel from a walk, trying to get to know the city better after being literally holed up for a month. A month. He found Haven faster than he got out of that place.

The moment he sees Lark and Little Bear, he brightens and starts over to her. He's not sure about her expression and stops with an uncertain one of his own on his face. Was she upset with him?

He hunches down a little with the uncertainty and then types on the device for Jon's voice to answer her. 'Miss Lark it is good to see you. After being trapped for a month I wanted to get more outside time. Are you... mad? At me for some reason?'

[stitch_witch]

Upset? Oh dear boy, no. Just worried.

“I am not made. I have made you some lunch, and a gift. I was so worried about you. What happened?”

Oh there is so much concern on her face. Her poor friend, so hurt. And she couldn’t protect him.

[mutedsuspicions]

'I wasn't sure with your expression,' and he gestured to his face, pointing and circling his finger around it. 'Did you bring enough lunch for both of us? I can try to tell you about it while we eat?'

There was a lot to tell, so better to do it over good food at least. With Little Bear!

He looks to the scarf held out and points to it. 'Gift?'

[stitch_witch]

"I brought enough for us to enjoy it. We can make ourselves a little picknic. And yes..."

She holds out the softly green colored scarf to him.

"I wove it for you."

[mutedsuspicions]

Lerith brightens as she confirms that it's a gift for him. Quickly his tattered orange one was pulled off - showing off that his metal collar is gone and leaving white nasty scarring on his throat bare - before pulling the green one around to cover it back up. The elf is grinning and rubs a section against his cheek.

'So soft! First the sweater now this. You are very talented, Miss Lark!'

He then moves in to give her a hug, with a little squeeze. A way for him to say thank you without actually using his words. Once he pulls back, he types once more. 'Where would you like to have our... picnic? Is that what you called it?'

[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis wasn't sure why he was getting a visit. It was weird and fortunately the shield had gone out. But then again maybe Gladio locked himself out or something and it was in that vein that Noct hurried to the door. "Don't know why you forgot your key..how many times have I reminded you?"

This was then a surprise as he opened the door, and found Lark standing there with food.

"Oh..hey."

[stitch_witch]

Ah, there he was. Lark smiled at the young man, offering him a respectful nod.

“I have brought some soup. Are you doing well? I was so worried when I realized you weren’t in Sh’Ka and I couldn’t reach anyone.”

[fatedsacrifice]

"I'm fine.."

And then he realizes he should let her in, so he takes a step or two back.

"Uh ya..sorry.."

Though he's really not sure what he's apologizing for here.

[stitch_witch]

That's helpful. She steps in, and Little Bear's tail thumps the floor because he wants in too.

"Dont' apologize. I worried and I just wanted to be sure you were alright."

[in_extremis]

Bad. Which wasn't a rare occurrence, just more unavoidable than Tony preferred, apparently much like the people around him which he had really been hoping to see a lot less of now that they weren't crammed into a bunker. That was on him, really, for assuming no one would have any reason to make the trip out to the forge, and leaving the heavy door open for the breeze to carry in the scent of the enthusiastic burst of flowers crowding their way around the factories. Without it, the air in the forge was dense and hot, and Tony already felt nauseous enough.

He raised his eyebrows and came to an abrupt stop as the movement caught his eye, the box he was hauling around rattling as it settled and he processed what to do with this information. Step one was easy: "Fine, always," but after that he stuttered, and then continued like he hadn't already answered, "What--Me?" He dropped the box of parts and tools that he had been busily gathering, not leaving him much more inviting, streaked with sweat and grease that only sharpened how pale he was, but freed his hands to welcome Lark, "You're the one that's been out here--" Tony wasn't exactly sure how few people Lark had been relying on since the rest of them had been sealed away, with the fluctuation in their numbers, but he did know most of them were down in those rooms. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" he concluded, drawing closer with concern.

[stitch_witch]

“Yes, something happened Tony,” she said, offering an exaggerated sigh. The man is just so unable to understand concern expressed for him, isn’t he? “You were missing for a month, trapped I presume, with the others. Do you have any clue how worried I was for you? Come here, clean your hands, and have some soup. I made it for you.”

[in_extremis]

"We were fine, everything was fine," Tony was already waving off again before Lark was even finished, sauntering closer to better inspect her, what she was carrying, and the dog who Tony cocked his head at and had him slowing his step slightly. He'd hardly had to bother, though, because he was stopping as Lark just told him what it was she had, rolling his eyes with as much theatrics as her sigh, though he did start to self-consciously wipe a hand on his shirt. "Make yourself comfortable," he instructed, starting to wave the other hand to invite Lark to help herself to the forge as he backtracked toward the bathroom, then aborting as he tried to offer, "Take a sea--..." There still wasn't much in here to lounge around on. Tony cleared his throat and raised a finger to promise he would only be a second as he slipped into the bathroom.

Over the sound of the water through the open door, he could call, "I thought maybe you were gone. None of us had our phones. I thought..." Even with just the mirror to look into, though, he didn't really want to say any more. The water stopped, followed by a thunk as Tony lifted the mirror from the wall to leave it tucked beside the sink instead, on the floor. He was smiling when he came back out, enough to say, "I'm glad you aren't. Is that fucked up? I mean, I'm sorry you're here..."

[stitch_witch]

They were fine, huh? Everything was fine, huh? Oh she does not believe it. Still, he goes off to do what he is going to do and she finds a clean area to put down her container of warm soup. Then she pulls out bowls too and makes a noise at Little Bear. The dog goes to lay by the door, which is important. He knows how to act at forges.

"I thought you were all suffering. I was scared for you, Tony. And I know that you, you're prone to undervaluing yourself, so I was afraid you were hurt for everyone else. It seemed your way."

[small_compromise]

"Lark!" If there had been anything traumatic to experience, it certainly doesn't seem to have affected the young clone as she greets the woman brightly. "And Little Bear! I've missed you both! It seems like forever!"

Since Lark appears to have her hands full, she'll settle for hugging the dog first. Oh, right-

"I'm doing great! It's so good to be able to go outside again!" Omega pauses. "You weren't caught in that awful place, were you? No, I would've remembered seeing you."

[stitch_witch]

Ah but she is bright and cheerful. And more than anything, the eager energy of the girl was met by Little Bear bounding up to his feet so that she could hug him. He is the best dog, and likes all of his new friends here.

“Yes, I imagine it would be,” Lark noted softly. “And no, I was one of the few free of it. I was in Sh’Ka at the time, gathering plants for dyes. But I worried greatly for you all. Are you hungry? I prepared lunch for us.”

Feeding the girl is of course something she intended to do. And try and not touch too much on it being ‘awful’. Other adults might need to talk through it, but the girl should be allowed to let it go until she was ready to talk.

[small_compromise]

Omega gives Little Bear some extra head scratches on top of a big hug. "Oh, I'm so glad. And at least you weren't alone, were you?" Not with Little Bear around, thankfully!

"Oh! That smells wonderful-" she says, loosening her arms from around the dog so she can scoot over to allow them both entry. "Sorry we worried you. I don't think any of us meant to. But it could have been worse, I think. And I wasn't alone. None of us were." That, overall, is something Omega's most thankful for. She had her brother there, and friends. If she had to be stuck anywhere, she felt that at least it was bearable for the company.

[stitch_witch]

"I was not alone. There were a few of us that didn't get pulled in. So I was not alone, beyond just Little Bear."

But the free entry means Lark comes into the room. "Is there somewhere you'd prefer to have lunch? I want to put these things down so I can hug you, if you welcome it."

[lionunchained]

Shiro was out and about either between his room in the ship, doing some repairs, or at the field with the glownies so it wasn't hard to not be able to find him. He was fairly predictable for the most part.

So he wasn't too surprised when Lark suddenly showed up where he was doing some work. The dog of course was helping to block the way.

"I'm doing fine, now that I'm back here again. How are you?"

[stitch_witch]

"Happier to see you safe my friend," Lark says with a sigh of relief. There's her Shiro. She was glad to see it. "You went back to Temba and then you were missing like the rest. Are you surprised that I would worry for you?"

But she guesses not.

"I brought some lunch, and a gift. And I'm hoping you might give me straight answers when others have not always been so forthcoming."

[lionunchained]

He chuckled at that. "No, not surprised. It's nice that someone missed me."

You know, one always worried that if something happened to them, no one would notice that they had gone missing. He'd already kind of dealt with that. Of course, he couldn't blame his team for that. He was trapped in the consciousness of a robotic lion and then a clone was released, leading his team to not realize there was an issue.

"Well, thank you for lunch and a gift." He put down what he was working on so she had his undivided his attention. "I will do my best to answer for you."

[stitch_witch]

Why wouldn't someone miss him? Poor thing. Oh but the concern on her face at the way he chuckled.

Truly Lark worried at a reaction like that, but for now she has things to do.

"Well then, let's settle in for this lovely soup I've made us."

Warm, but light, perfect for the summer. In the mean time, she offers out her gift: a light glownie wool scarf, woven by hand, and dyed a soft shade of gray she had felt would suit him.

"I continued the work I started there, spinning and weaving. It helped me focus when I was concerned."

[wearingthestars]

Blinking, Billy was taken back by the outpouring of concern, feeling for a moment like he was fixed under the gaze of his own mother, and surprised at the lump in his throat that thought conjured up. He swallowed a bit thickly, and managed a smile as he glanced down at the dog, giving a bashful shrug.

"You know..." he tried to dismiss, though from the dark circles still under his eyes, it was clear he wasn't doing well. "You didn't have to- did you make this?"

[stitch_witch]

"People will find that there are a lot of things I do not have to do which I will do anyway. Honestly, you and Tony..."

She shakes her head. She put this work into the gift, please take it. In fact, in her hand is the scarf, but it's a soft shade of blue, something evocative of his magic.

"It's actually enchanted. My magic will do very little to protect someone of your power, but I tried to work in a protection against bad dreams, but my magic is not talented in this area, and a scarf is less suitable than other constructions."

[wearingthestars]

That prompts a faint smile, to be compared in anyway to Tony, even if it's meant to be a negative.

It's beautiful, a shade Billy's very fond, and he glances up in surprise as she details the enchantment.

"That's so cool, I don't- heh-" he breaks off bashfully, "Thank you, Lark...do you want to come inside?" he welcomes.

[stitch_witch]

"If you would have me, then I shall," Lark agreed. "If you don't like dogs, I can ask Little Bear to stay outside."

He offers a smile. A brief one at least.