It'd been a while since Ionan had taken the time to talk to his newest sister. Ionan had resented her at first, taking up all of T'rel's time and failing to make up for it. He'd come to understand though, that the woman had had a rough time. Something more than he could ever imagine. T'rel had saved her; and of course they fell in love. Just like one of the harper tales L'mul liked to tell. Shards, some of the recent ones might have been based on those two. That didn't matter, though. Tyila was a kind person, and Ionan wanted to get to know her better. She'd become a member of the family.

And anyway, maybe she'd let him help her take care of Mishaath. Tarmath was in too bad a shape to be much fun. "Hi Tyila," he greeted, at their weyr door. "It's my rest day, do you have anything you need to do?" Would Mishaath know any games?

“ShinosBee”