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Post by effluo on Oct 24, 2007 9:55:49 GMT -5
It was snowing yet again, but Lan’ae didn’t notice even with his age as he was too busy enjoying life to the fullest. The night came earlier and earlier it seemed, and this night was no exception. Dark outside, the Weyrling Master had just finished eating dinner with his family and all had come back to his office for a change. Mostly because Canora wanted to make sure the few potted plants she had placed in there to make the room seem more cozy were being properly watered.
Keeping one eye on his much loved wife, Lan’ae was on the floor playing a game of cards with his two youngest children; Anistora and Ancanis. Ancanis had just entered his 15th turn and the two were considering taking him with them to Fort to visit his older siblings and make a short stop at the beach for the boy to swim in the much warmer weather with the bronze Eznorth. Even so, this evening was defiantly a relaxing one.
Seeing a yawn from Anistora, Lan’ae smiled at his youngest and kissed her forehead as they waited for Ancanis to take his turn. A knock on the door, however, brought everyone’s attention to it.
“Who’s knocking at this time Lan’ae?” Canora asked, already moving to the door to answer it.
“Probably a Weyrling or M’ren, I told them not to worry about what time they confront me if there is something they need to talk about.”
While if it had been M’ren, or even one of the other Weyrlings Lan’ae wouldn’t have gotten up from the game he was playing, but at the sight of the green rider he did so quickly with a worried feeling growing in his stomach.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 27, 2007 17:08:56 GMT -5
Nisha looked wane. She'd settled matters with Rory, and N'zule, and a couple of her family members who'd been alerted by N'zule's yelling, and Delith trying to find someone to calm him down, as well as getting support from Marisol, and well, to be honest the Greenrider was tired.
She'd kept her knowledge from Barsamith, at least for now, which was depressingly easy to do, and fed her, felt mildly nauseous, giving the green a quick wipe down, and put the little Weyrling down for the night, waited for her to fall asleep, and had gone to see the Weyrling master.
Her had been changed, and while it was ill-fitting, especially in the middle section, it was clean. Nisha had a feeling that Allior would be willing to lend out some of her pregnancy clothing, and at least some of it would fit well. And there were others she could ask as well. This problem of finding clothing that would fit was getting very annoying- the only things it seemed she could get on were dresses, and they were no longer fitting her larger torso. The dress she was wearing right then, a green and red mixture had always been to large, and now it was almost too small.
When Lan'ae answered his door, Nisha blushed. He was there with his family, and Nisha really didn't want to interrupt, but she also didn't want to put this off to long, and so, she sucked it up.
"Um, Weyrling Master Lan'ae, may I speak with you privately?"
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Post by effluo on Oct 29, 2007 9:11:29 GMT -5
“Of course Nisha,” he said quickly, tossing a glance at his wife with a small, reassuring nod. “Come, we’ll take a walk so they have time to pick up and head off to bed.” Holding out his arm, he offered for her to take the first few steps while he closed the door. Within seconds he was at her side, gently putting his slowly aging hand on her upper back reassuringly.
“What is it Nisha? Is everything okay?” The hallways were lit well with fresh glowstones, and while it was not as well lit as his office had been Lan’ae could see just fine. Even so, it did not dawn on him the nature of her problem despite that he noticed yet another shirt he had not seen her in before. Despite having so many children of his own with Canora, the older man failed to realize that her frequently changing wardrobe could have been due to her growing girth – being a man who didn’t think of his weyrlings as anything but his own children, he failed to even realize that.
His lack of realization did not change the fact that it was easy to tell that he was worried. Nisha had been one of the few he had always worried about, but had wanted to wait till she was comfortable enough to come to him.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 29, 2007 21:07:38 GMT -5
Nisha smiled nervously as they walked into the hall. His hand on her back made her feel restrained, but she didn't show it. It was probably better that he did that. And the concern in his voice made her feel like crying again. He shouldn't be so concerned. There were other girls and boys in her glass that deserved to be Dragonriders, and she wasn't one of them. It was awful that they they had to even put up with her.
She tried to answer him quickly but her voice stuck. Clearing her throat lightly, Nisha looked at the ground, and fidgited with her hands, before placing them protectively over her cloth cover stomach and stating the facts as clearly as she could.
"I'm pregnant. About five and a half months." At least that would keep him from thinking she'd ignored the Weyrling rules. She hadn't. Not at all. Her hands smoothed the blue cloth nervously.
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Post by effluo on Oct 31, 2007 8:57:12 GMT -5
Lan’ae missed a step. It was quite obvious too as he fumbled for a moment before regaining his balance. While some may have believed that will all of his years as a dragon rider the Weyrling Master would have been ready for anything, well this one caught him quite off guard. Swallowing, he gave Nisha a good long look to make sure she wasn’t pulling his leg. Nope. There was no way she could be, she was too nervous and – now that she had mentioned it – protective of her midsection.
Everything seemed to click at once in Lan’ae’s mind. Unfortunatly it made a mess, only forcing the silence to last a moment longer as he attempted to push the knots out of the way to find what he was looking for. Where was he suppose to begin? How was he suppose to handle this? There were reasons the rules were in place…
Stopping the thought process there he did a quick math. She was five and a half months. The weyrlings were four months old to this day. No rules were broken and she wouldn’t have known when she had stood on the sands…
“Who else knows?” he asked, finally finding that firm place to start from. He needed a foundation before he could formulate a plan.
I need to sit down, she should probably too. Ask Canora to take the kids to bed as soon as she can for me please.
Done. She’ll be gone in a moment. She is worried.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 1, 2007 23:59:53 GMT -5
Lan'ae didn't say anything, but stopped walking for a few steps. They started to walk again- something Nisha was grateful for. She really didn't want to be discussing this in a hallway, just standing there. That was how gossip started- she knew that from experience. A least if they were walking, there was less of a chance of someone stumbling upon them.
He still was saying anything, and Nisha didn't like it. She liked it even less when he asked her who else knew. Why would he want to know that? He didn't want her to try and Between it, did he? It wasn't the right time to do it, and she didn't want to deal with the side effects that could cause.
"I've told the Father, my uncle, and some of the rest of my family." Nisha said firmly. Her Uncle might not have been a ranker, but no one wanted to get into a fist fight with a Pyralis Wingrider. Not even the Weyrling Master, so he wouldn't try and force her into anything.
"And Marisol."
She gave him a look, one that was worried, but resolute. "What are we going to do?"
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Post by effluo on Nov 3, 2007 21:14:00 GMT -5
Lan’ae let out his breath and smiled. Well the girl had defiantly chosen some good people. Family should always be first to know, the father tended to be helpful depending on their background and Marisol, well the name itself explained everything.
I’ve been told to let you know your office is available. The bronze relayed with a yawn. He had become very use to passing messages, even if Canora and the children talked to him to send the message to their father. He didn’t mind in the least.
“Well the first thing we are going to do is go back to my office.” He answered her, smiling at her in a way he hoped was reassuring. Being a father, he usually did a good job. Turning them around he lead them back as he continued, “Then we are going to sit down because I’m tired and I’m sure it will be better for both you and the baby. Would you like me to put some Klah on the hearth? I have a pot for it, or we can just make something warm to drink.”
Mentally, the Weyrling Master made a list to himself. Canora had been pregnant plenty of times for him to know the basic ideas of it plus some. Chores would have to be cut for Nisha, as well as the physical drills the farther she progresses. Perhaps chores that can be done sitting down will be best. Then another question struck him.
“Does Barsamith know? Or even question about?”
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