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Post by brimstone81 on May 29, 2008 21:48:26 GMT -5
Elisha had never been much a fertile woman, her mother's side had problems carrying to term, even carrying healthy babies. Her only other sibling was born a half wit, and she was scared a little for her own child. But the months went by and then her little Elirian was sent off to grow up in only a turn. She was determined that this was not going to be a replacement child. It would be easier if the baby was a girl, not a boy, but only time would tell.
Soon her nine month sentance was up, and Elisha couldn't wait to be done with the whole pregnancy thing. She had felt so useless and huge during the last trimester, she wanted to do more for the Weyr. Finally, one afternoon, her water broke.
By her instructions, the only ones allowed in the her weyr was Adeloth, herself, and the midwives. Not even V'rak was let in. He'd have to wait outside with the rest of Telgar. Hours went by and the labor didn't seem to end. One healer was moping her brown and another running supplies, and a third, the head midwife, was ready to catch the child. It seemed like it was never going to end before the child was born. And then he cried.
"It's a boy!" It was announced and she had remembered feeling relieved that the child was breathing and appeared healthy. That was three days ago already. She had enjoyed a few days to herself and the child holed up in her apartments, and now she stared lovingly into the bassinet. She had recieved some visitors, and gifts for the child were sent. It felt good to be a mother again.
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Post by laionii on May 30, 2008 0:03:02 GMT -5
Nerine rubbed the leather band that covered the scar on her wrist anxiously, as she often did anytime she had to be in close proximity to the Senior Weyr woman of Telgar. Eisu had asked her to take the basket which was now looped over her slender arm to Elisha; otherwise the girl would never even attempt to face the woman. Nerine’s cerulean gaze fell on the items in the basket, salves and herbs, sweet smelling things that would help with sleep and other discomforts. She had recalled collecting the lavender and Chamomile herself.
Her father was on better terms than she herself was, possibly because he didn’t place blame on the woman for disallowing girls to stand. It wasn’t that Nerine blamed her for the incident that she wore the band as a reminder of. That, had been her own fault. She blamed her for the hopelessness she felt at the thought of never being able to impress. Nerine forcefully pushed these thoughts aside however knowing how badly shed have it from Eisu and her mother if she upset the woman so soon after giving birth. It was almost with bitterness that the dark haired girl admitted Elisha hadn’t imposed a double standard. She had bourn a brat for the Weyr just as she expected all the women to do. As she neared the Weyr of the Queen she forced down her emotions into the bottle deep within herself.
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Post by kayla on May 30, 2008 11:06:14 GMT -5
Neory was a regular visitor to Elisha. Though the two women had very different views, something Neory kept to herself for the most part, the younger goldrider had come to greatly respect her Senior, as well as the two becoming close friends. When the young goldrider came to visit, she did not bring reports - though she was ready to answer any questions that the Senior Weyrwoman might have about the running of the weyr, and able to tell her not to worry.
The young woman had been much busier for the last month of Elisha's pregnancy, not something she minded at all, as she was being more and more recognized as the soon to be Jr. Weyrwoman and one of the leaders of the Weyr and less and less to be considered a Weyrling - though she still attended classes and practices.
It had also kept her busy during the deaths of friends, giving her something else to focus on so that she could grieve, but could keep from being swamped by that grief.
So it would surprise no one that Neory was there to visit Elisha and the little one. The gift she had given was small - soon she'd have more of a budget, but for now, her allowance was not much more than that of any weyrling - but very heartfelt, a little stuffed dragon for the baby to play with - and suck on as babies tend to do.
She chuckled hearing the knock, "Elisha? Would you like me to let in your latest visitor?" While Elisha seemed to enjoy all the fuss that was being made of her son, she also knew that she probably wanted some time to be with her son alone, of course since Neory was there that was not currently the case anyway.
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Post by cynath on Jun 1, 2008 14:35:52 GMT -5
Admittingly, it had been the longest afternoon of V'rak's life as he'd be forced to wait outside with others, waiting for the arrival of Elisha's babe. He was never more than 2 feet fromt he door, more anxious than a Wingrider before Threadfall. He'd never been nervous nor anxious person, but a common nervous habit was very evident on his fingernails.
This wasn't his first child, but perhaps he hadn't been as committed, nor as prepared when Jannike had been born. It was likely that many, if any, had ever seen V'rak so tense. His usual calm exterior was held rigid in anticipation, his mind racing with what seemed to be a million thoughts, blue eyes darting at every sound that came from the chamber behind the door. What if something was wrong? What if something happened to the baby? To Elisha? Oh such troublesome thoughts plagued the Weyrleader's mind during the wait, which only increased his anxiousness and the toll his fingers took to his teeth.. and of course, it only encouraged Bristith's teasing. Oh to have a dragon with a sense of humor.
When the midwife announced the gender of the child, V'rak assumed all was well and calmed considerably. A few days had passed, the Weyr still in a buzz from the birth. He, like Neory was a frequest visitor, but had made some effort at least to help the Junior Weyrwoman, instead of leaving things to his Weyrsecond. Now approaching Elisha's weyr, the blue eyes landed on the back of a young girl carrying a basket. Vaguely, he wondered how many people had stood at that very door in the past 3 days. Shaking his head at the absurdity of his thoughts, a pleasant smile curling his lips. Stepping up beside the girl as he reached the Weyr, he lifted one hand to give his own usual firm knock to announce his arrival.
He knew Neory was present to the account of recognizing the younger woman's voice. Tilting his head slightly, he looked to the girl who was also waiting to be allowed to enter, his smile widening slightly. "Neory! There's a lovely young lady out here waiting to be let in~ And I'm not talking about me either." Well, at least V'rak seemed to be in a humorous mood; humility at it's best. |
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Post by brimstone81 on Jun 1, 2008 20:49:09 GMT -5
Elisha's friendship with Neory was priceless. Neory was quite the savior when she couldn't do things herself. She valued the time they spent together, and they had quite a bit in common. It was nice to be friends with another goldrider who went through the same things as she did. Neory's gift, however large or small, meant a lot to Elisha, and she was glad to have the girl as a friend and assistant.
Elisha smiled, "Yes, I suppose you can admit a visitor." She leaned down to tickle her gurgling son. The boy had the stuffed toy dragon next to him, his eyes bright and awake for the moment. He had proven to be a good baby, save for early morning when he seemed to scream the most.
She heard the second knock, and a familiar voice-the father of her newest son. She smiled softly, "Let them in, Neory, I suppose they are all just itching to see the boy." She touched the baby's nose and then kissed each of his cheeks. He was all hers! Elisha couldn't seem to stop smiling.
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Post by kayla on Jun 1, 2008 21:18:19 GMT -5
She chuckled, smiling over to Elisha. "All right, but if V'rak starts talking business, I'm kicking him out." Not that she really thought the Weyrleader would talk about business in the presence of his still recovering mate and their son. Neory was pretty sure that Elisha would know that she was just kidding.
She opened the door to let the two in. "Come on in. The baby is awake and happy, so its a good time to have chosen to visit." The goldrider grinned, "Though you might have a hard time getting a chance to hold him." She winked again and then stepped aside so that they could enter.
She then grinned at V'rak, "I would have never considered you a candidate for 'a lovely young woman,' Weyrleader."
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Post by laionii on Jun 2, 2008 1:13:28 GMT -5
Nerine’s frustrations and fears melted once she laid eyes on the babe, she glanced over at the new father a grin upon her small mouth. She moved to greet Elisha setting the parcel down on the table and reciting with care the message that was supposed to accompany them.
“Salves and teas to help you recover, and sweet smelling herbs to help him sleep, courteously of the healers.” Nerine smiled gently. “Eisu had me carefully add instructions for all of them,” Looking now at the senior Weyr woman She felt horrible for thrusting all her anger on her. As Daevon had said, Elisha had been doing what she thought was best for the Weyr.
She stepped out of the way to watch the rest of the gathering fawn over the little one.
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Post by crinkledstraw on Jun 2, 2008 4:51:06 GMT -5
"Now, now, don't let her sell you short, Weyrleader. You're quite the looker!" Q'tre caught Neory's words about never considering the bronzerider to be a lovely young woman, and he jokingly suggested that perhaps the lovely part was the requirement V'rak did not meet.
The older rider smiled, the lines around his grayish blue eyes becoming even more apparent, as he peeked around the still open doorway, "I do not wish to bombard you with eager eyes, Elisha, but merely to congratulate you and V'rak on the new addition." Q'tre dipped his head towards the Weyrwoman and then to her newborn son before his white eyebrows jumped towards his equally white hair line, "Oh, and I almost forgot, I brought a skin of Benden red for you all to enjoy. The retired Weyrleader held up the aforementioned wineskin and just a hint of a boyish, mischievous twinkle appeared in his tired eyes as if to say 'don't ask, don't tell about where I got the wine.'
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Post by cynath on Jun 2, 2008 16:28:46 GMT -5
Even Bristith didn't miss the chance at some humorous jab at the Weyrleader at his wayward comment. Maybe you should ask Adeloth's for a skirt for the occasion? the bronze dragon offered. However, it was Q'tre's comment that got the largest smirk from V'rak as he tilted his head slightly to put the older rider in his line of sight as he entered further into Elisha's weyr.
"Ah, Bristith suggests I should request a skirt to dance around in," he chuckled with a half a wink in Neory's direction before he put the joke aside to address Elisha and his first son. An arm slid gently around the Weyrwoman's waist to pull her against his side slightly. His greeting was quick, a light peck on the cheek before his blue eyes slid down to the babe. His arm loosened around Elisha as he leaned forward, his opposite hand skimming the edge of the bassinette, his fingers smooth from having previously oiled his dragon. He was silent for a moment just staring down at the baby before his chin tilted to beam up at Elisha from his stooped position.
"Have you thought of a name?" he asked softly, his gaze returning to the boy. |
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