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She waited for him to pull off his bandanna and then lifted his shirt off his tummy and pulled it up and over his head tickling the revealed skin gently. "I think so Malikhai. She'll stay for a little while at least though it might not be as long as I will. Will that be okay with you?" Thus standing and going over to his closet to pull out another tunic and vest, handing them to the little boy along with pants.

He was exactly right. She didn't want to hold a conversation with him, she wasn't going to yell at him nor was she going to be rough with him though irritation was only one of the things she was feeling right now. Her real fear was Zykariel. That little boy wasn't going to reverie for too much longer and the last thing they needed was him seeing his father looking the way he did now. She started at his knuckles, dipping them in a solution that would sting but sanitize then took a warm rag and wiped the blood off hsi face, ears, chin, neck, chest and the bit he had on his arms and hands. Thankfully his knuckles didn't need stitches this time. When she had wiped away every trace of blood on his skin she slapped the stained rag against his chest. "Go wash your hair. It's stained red."

Lhairka giggled and pushed away his hands then nodded. "Oh yes, she's a better pirate than even I am."

After he left, Zahara turned her attention to cleaning up the trail of blood he had left on the floor from his small journey from his training room and then the puddle that had dripped onto the floor. Chances were Sevilin was going to super scrub the floor, he did that randomly. Something about that man made him clean, she personally believed it had to do with control but woudl never tell him that. After cleaning though there wasn't anythign else for her to do. She wandered back into the library and curled up again. There was a lot more thinking to be done.

Zykariel was indeed stirring, rolling from his tummy the way he usually turned on halfway through onto his back and stretching lightly. Sitting up a moment later, he rubbed his eyes and yawned then pushed the covers back and slipped out of bed, his socked feet padding his way to the door. Pulling it open he headed downstairs, upset that no one was around. "Daddy?" he called out in his fussy voice. "Daddy where are you?"

"well..." Lharika paused in indecision for a moment. "Sometimes Uncle Lateef says things like Isle acts just like a big kid so maybe that helps? I think she's a good pirate because she can actually sail. She has a boat of her own and she even takes me out on it sometimes." She went abou fixing little things on his clothes, straightening and tucking in a little better then grinned at him. "There, now your parents can't get mad at you for getting all muddy, right?"

Rubbing at his eyes, he shook his head and laid it down on his father's shoulder, his hand searching for and latching to the damp hair that usually was all braided back. His voice was full of latent tears and he rubbed his face against the strong shoulder beneath his cheek. "No...I feel icky Daddy and I don't like it." Then sniffling, "Daddy..."

A moment later something caught his eye and he blinked. "Your hair is a funny color..." Touching it gently in that curious way he discovered that it felt just like Daddy's hair always had. Shaking his head he got that fussy sound back in his voice once again. "I thought you said drow didn't do that stuff..."

"Yup, she can really sail." Her head tilted as she thought about that one. "I think both of them are fun and have good things about them. Both of them are good for different reasons, you know what I mean?" It wouldn't do to tell him sailing was better when it was hard to come by down here and she knew Piper was eventually going to let him ride by himself. She hugged him back tightly and grinned. "What do you want to do now?"

"Just...icky." Sitting there on the counter he kicked his little feet against the cabinets making them bang. "Like juice? You know you're s'posed to drink it not pour it on your hair Daddy." A shake of his head before he brightened slighlty.

"Yes. How are you gonna do that? Scrub real hard?" Hey that's how Daddy got dirt out of his hair. Sometimes it hurt his scalp too and then he felt all itchy up there even after the soap was all out. He thought about the questions for a few minutes and hten shook his head. "Nope."

"Okay, sounds good to me." She glanced around the nursery and shrugged. "I don't know. I usually just stay in here with you so why don't we just do that again, hmm?" She walked over to his door and picked up the bag that she'd brought, turning it upside down adn dumping her clothes out. "Got any room for me Malikhai?"

He nodded sagely and then got interested again studying the utensils and things Daddy had pulled out. Normally he would have mentioned something to Daddy about using Zara's brush but he bit his tongue and just watched. "We're painting your hair? Is that allowed Daddy?" Because this was starting to sound like how Malikhai told him he had gotten his hair funny colors.

But it seemed like it was so he picked up the brush carefully holding it tightly in his fist like he would a fork and then setting it gently on Daddy's hair before swiping it up and down the pink spot. "Like this?" Asked before he dipped it back in. "We need more, there's still pink stuff."

He gave a laugh. "Of course I do, I have this whole room to myself sometimes." Walking over to her dumped stuff and duely picking it up, trying to keep things that were folded, folded as he carted them over to the big dresser in the room, pulling open a higher drawer. All of his stuff was in the lower ones so he could reach. "If mommy and daddy let me have a draithix, will you show me how to hatch the egg?" As far as he knew of eggs...well slightly retilian eggs, it was all about burying them in sand more or less.

"In this case son, yes it's allowed." Nuzzling at his son affectionately, trying to get more of that bright smile at of him. He hated it when he was...well icky. But he let the boy try as he wanted and gave a nod. "Yes, just like that." Watching him dip it back in. "No, you don't need more on the one spot, just watch it and you'll see what I mean. Each spot only needs one swipe of the brush. It will make sense in a moment."

Leaf, after deciding she had spent enough time feeling sorry for her little elven self, she stood and whiped dirt from her clothes, except for those palces she couldn't reach. She once again straightened the array of weapons she had strapped about her person (they never seemed to fit right for some reason) and she set off once again, patroling the Peninsula.

So of course, it was not long before she found Fin, who stirred some memories, some emotions she didn't let show, and a few troubling thoughts. These things in mind, she approached and peered at the symbole he had scribbled on the ground. "What is that?" She asked without announcing herself.

He gave another giggle. Oh the amount of attention he got when aunt Lark was around practically tripled. Not to mention he could con her into playing any game really. And she of course would cuddle him anytime he wanted. "Last time when I had an egg, I was in the kitchen with Keely and it broke in my hands. I don't want to break another egg, especially if I can have it as a pet."

Sevilin chuckled lightly, letting his son's own brightened disposition brighten his own. "It's not magic, just good cleaning stuff." But a nod to him, taking a moment to present his bangs, letting them rest on the back of his hand as he used that same hand to sheild his eyes some...did not want that to drip in those. "Go on, do it again." Hey, whatever made his kid feel better.