Lt JG Vylaa zh'Tisav: Isn't Three Enough?

[Samira Neathler]

Since we’ve been on shore leave, @Vylaa has graced us with many sims where we get a glimpse of the Andorian life and their extended/complicated family life. Like the three-parter where Vylaa met her partners. This one is just another amazing sim with more of that and the usual humorous tone that Andrew always adds in his sims.

 

((Vylaa’s Rented House, Lortos City, Bajor))

The big house was quiet for once.  Vylaa walked down the staircase and paused at the bottom, thinking.  Her mates were out; it was still hours before they had planned to meet at a local lake for a family picnic.  Vylaa and her sisters were taking the children early for a fun day.  And her children were what had given the zhen pause.  If the house was quiet, they must be up to something.

She checked the large family room, and the kitchen just beyond.  But no, she found no tiny blue people.  She even looked inside the lower cabinets in the kitchen, and under the couches.  She moved on to the houses small library, where her sisters were engrossed in some of the musty old books that lined the shelves.

Sataa: ::Looking up.::  Are you ready to go?

zh’Tisav: Yeah… Once I find the children.  Where are they?  They were down here playing.

Thyssa: Oh, uh, they said something about the back garden.

zh’Tisav: And you just let them go back there?  You were supposed to be watching them.  They could be doing anything!

Sataa shared an awkward look with Thyssa.

Sataa: Well…  They kind of…. Snuck off.

Vylaa grumbled a few words she wouldn’t want her children to hear as she turned and stormed out the back door.  The back garden was, well, impressive, and it offered many hiding places for three small Andorians.  The huge walled in space was packed with flora from all over Bajor, to the point where one could argue that they weren’t inside a large bustling city.  The foliage of the trees even dampened the sounds from beyond the walls, allowing Vylaa to take a moment to listen, her antennae drifting in gentle arcs searching for the mildest chatter, the quietest giggle to tell her were to look.

zh’Tisav: Hmmm…

The giggling really wasn’t all that quiet.  The trio of siblings had yet to learn how to hide effectively, they were simply terrible at the Terran game hide and seek.  She turned her head to the right, the densest side of the garden.

zh’Tisav: I hear you…

Giggles erupted from a clump of ferns.

zh’Tisav: Thought so.

She made her way down a pebble-lined path, pretending she was looking for them.  She even made a show of peeking behind flowerbeds and shrubs, all the while heading directly to the ferns.  The zhen stopped beside the big green clump and looked about the garden one last time, all while the fronds of amazing Bajoran Giggling Fern waved gently in the breeze

She reached out and pushed the fronds aside.

zh’Tisav: Ah… ha?

There, in a small open space between the ferns, were her children.  Athyn and Sivaa were sitting opposite each other, their hands and clothes covered with a muddied mixture of fingerpaints.  Between them stood their little brother, wearing nothing but about 8 hues of paint and a smile.

zh’Tisav: Why did you paint your thi?!

Sivaa: Um, amdanalnar?

zh’Tisav: Try again.  The paint’s supposed to be white.

Athyn: ::To Siyaa.::  I told you!

zh’Tisav: Again, why?

Athyn: Becuse he likes it.

zh’Tisav: He’s a toddler, he’d laugh if you rubbed dirt in his face.  Don’t!

She had seen the glint in her daughters’ eyes as tiny blue hands began edging toward the dirt, so much  were they like she and her sisters when they’d been that age.  Vylaa groaned with frustration.  Any other time, she would not have cared.  In fact, she probably would have encouraged it.  But now the spanner was firmly lodged in the days plans, and made worse when Thyl ran forward and wrapped his arms firmly around her legs in the biggest hug he could give, leaving a child-sized smear of paint all over her clothes.

zh’Tisav: ::sighs::  You knew we were going to the lake…  You could have done it there, I would have let you go swimming to clean off!  Now you’re trading the time you would have had there for the fun you had here.  Thyl needs a bath, and all of us need clean clothes.

She stepped back and held the ferns aside while pointing to the door.  As they filed by, their feet leaving tiny paint prints on the ground, Athyn looked up to her zhavey and asked with a straight face…

Athyn: Can we take our paints to the lake?

zh’Tisav: Not now you can’t.  Go tell your aunts they have to help you get cleaned up.  They let you run wild, so they get to help with the clean up while I give Thyl a bath.

They entered the cool darkness of the house, eyes blinking to adjust.  There they found Vylaa’s sisters, whose own eyes were wide with shock as they drank in the carnage.  The twins marched u to their aunts and stopped, arms held out with palms up, and gazed into their eyes.

Athyn: Zhavey said…

Sivaa: ...clean us up.

Sataa and Thysaa each shrugged a shoulder, opposite shoulders, and took a paint smeared hand and lead the girls upstairs.  Vylaa, meanwhile, herded Thyl to the bathroom, doing her best to keep him from touching any walls.  He jumped straight into the tub as Vylaa peeled off her paint soaked garments before kneeling beside the tub. She turned the water to a comfortable temperature as she upended a bottle of baby soap over Thyl.

zh’Tisav: Seriously, and we’re having another?

 

 

Lt JG Vylaa zh'Tisav

Engineering Officer

USS Gorkon