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Muradin has been a busy bee lately. Not that he usually isn't kind of a workaholic that spends most of his time busy doing something, but recently he has really press the pedal to the metal so to speak in his projects. Not only has he been gathering materials for the two sets of armor that have been commissioned by TASK, he's also been making vast tunnels underground that are starting to run beneath the beach itself. Almost as if to expect to make his very own dwarven underkingdom here, or at least, as if he was expecting another family member to arrive soon.
Acting as a one man work crew, Muradin can be seen even this late in the day digging and tunneling in order to have easy access to the beach from Morgana's grotto.
Serenity wanders down the hill, heading toward the dock with leisurely undulations of the 'wings'. There's a jar of kitchen scraps tucked in the storage bin. This one isn't wrapped- apparently out in the open air, any leaking odors aren't an issue. Ren is already partway across the beach before spotting the pile of excavated material, but turns course toward it for a look.
And then, from the makeshift workshop nearby, a high pitched whining noise, like a turbine firing up at high speeds. This is immediately followed by a high pitched and thoroughly unpleasant scraping sound. Both sounds suddenly end with a loud popping noise and lots of clattering as whatever device was being tested fails utterly. Oh, and let's not forget the few flying fan blades that don't get caught by the shack's walls. A few seconds later, Doommuffin can be heard saying, "Test No. 347 failed to meet operational stability standards. Hrm. I really thought the jellified conch slime would be the solution to this particular predicament."
Of course, all this comes to an abrupt end -as most beautiful things do when there are gnomes around- when loud, weird, and very distracting noises occur in DM's shack.
Normally, Muradin would dismiss all that as the work of the crazy gnome, but knowing that his wife is out there in the beach he is not taking any chances. "Oi! Anything alright over 'ere!?" Asks the dorf as he pokes his head out of one of the holes and sees Serenity approaching.
As those pops and bangs come from DM's work shop the sirens song also comes to a halt and she tilts her head. Dark eyes rake the beach and then spot Mura's head peeking out of the hole and Ren coming up the beach "All is well My Chosen. The destruction did not leave the shack this time. I am far enough into the water even Doommuffins chaos should not touch me." Setting her pearls on the rock she turns herself around to face the shore and offers a pleasant smile "Salutations Serenity."
Serenity flows over to peer down the hole. (While Ren also spares the shack a few glances, self-preservation has apparently won out over curiosity in that particular case.) With the sounds of machinery powering up, however, Ren glances up quickly. Ren tenses only after the structural failure, too late even try to duck. "Hhh... Hello," Ren rasps as Muradin appears, responding to Morgana as she calls out with a lifted pair of fins. Ren looks from one to the other and then over to shack. "Is this normal?" Ren ventures.
Doommuffin calls ouf from the shack, "Everything is nominal!" There continue to be some loud banging noises, but these presumably are due to Doommuffin's tools rather than malfunctioning equipment.
As he does he waves back to Serenity and laughs heartily at her question. "As normal as these Twisted waters can get, aye!" What is normal is a topic of much debate in a land like Twisted.
He also peers quizzically at the DM's shack whilst she continues to work but yells at her regardless. "Alright, but tell us if ye need some bloody help, lass! I dinnae want ye blowing up on us like that last dozen times!" Even though telling gnome not to blow up is like trying to keep the sun from rising, Muradin is still going to try.
The siren's tail serpentine in the water and she offers the slug a gentle smile "when ones family is as mine is, this is very normal. I believe it is safe now if you wish to come into the water Serenity. I trust you have been well. I am glad to see you here. I wish to discuss those, tablets, that you and Rayne were using." Her wide tail fluke rises from the water and waves side to side. She lifts her voice "My Own, we should perhaps try to find some way to bring water to the work shop, I do not want DM catching fire and running into walls. She is not male after all and there is no need for that ritual now that the family is aware of our offspring."
"Eh, that's DM's call ta be honest." The dwarven warrior responds Ren when she suggests building a better shack for the eccentric gnomish engineer, or maybe even move it underground. "If ye can convince her to take any of me help I'll glad assist her. Gnomes are an independent sort though and donna take kindly to being offered help."
But then a broad smile shows on his face when the slug wonders about Morgana's wonders and he bounds over to the siren. Its odd to see the stocky and buff Muradin moving about so happily but it's obvious he's very excited about something. "Aye!" He wraps an arm around Morgana's waist pulling her close to him whilst announcing to Serenity proudly. "We're gonna have a wee one soon!"
Serenity doesn't look amused by the image of accidental incineration, but nods thoughtfully in reply as Muradin then explains the cultural aspects of offering help. When Muradin exits the excavation to run into the shallows, Ren ripples backwards. After a moment, Ren follows, driving the disc of the field generator into the water with ripples of the undulatory fins. Ren pauses close in front of the couple and glances from one to the other, still looking rather confused in spite of the clarification. "Hhh... Congratulations?" Ren offers uncertainly. "That was rather unexpected- for me, at least." Ren remains silent for a moment, as if discarding several inopportune questions before coming up with, "Have you found some good midwife options yet?"
Although, he's not sure about /everything/ mind you. More specifically, Ren's concern about a midwife, which draws some pause from the Mountain King. "Uh.. we're still getting that sorted out. Any ideas luv?" He asks of Morgana.
Serenity nods at Muradin's reassurance. "I'm glad to hear that you were able to overcome the... challenges," Ren says. "The limits of magic continue to surprise me." Ren continues 'standing' with just a slight station-keeping ripple. Morgana's abdomen gets a brief glance before Ren raises eyes again. "I'm not sure why the word doesn't translate," Ren remarks with a puzzled note in reply to Morgana. "A specialist in prenatal medical care and family psychological counseling? Perhaps in your culture it's subsumed by the role of some traditional spiritual expert or by ordinary doctors?" Ren supposes. "I've seen in video that human people tend to go to hospitals for birth more often than my culture." Ren 'winces' slightly and adds, "To be fair, I think that may be for anatomical reasons."