22.Feb.12, 08:42 PM
Today was the day. Volfetti had asked E’lore at breakfast that morning where she could find R’nd’s hut, which had earned her a knowing look. She had to sorely resist the temptation to just glare and storm off once the Weyrlady had divulged the information, knowing that upsetting a member of the weyrleader council just wasn’t in her best interests. The hut was a long walk, but at least she was able to take it slowly at her own pace, without waddling the entire distance. A long piece of cloth was wound around her shoulders and back, allowing her to sit her newborn into the sling to leave her arms free. He was currently staring up at his mother, eyes wide and cheeks puffed out.
The child was massive, as if someone had wrapped him in ten extra layers of skin. The weight of the nine pound baby was putting a strain on her shoulders, how on pern she had managed to carry him for nine months, or even produce such a massive child was beyond her. His head was topped with the thickest, darkest mess of hair Volfetti had ever seen on a newborn. At first it had worried her, she had light caramel coloured hair and R’nd had a mop of blonde. Yet the healers had assured her that his hair was likely to change colour, along with his steel blue eyes. Still wary, she stared down at her child, wondering where the “massive-child” genes had come from. Her daughter had been quite a small baby, although she had been born a little prematurely.
Arriving at R’nd’s hut she looked around, wondering if he was there. There wasn’t much noise coming from inside, perhaps she had missed him? Shrugging, she knocked on the door loudly, stroking her newborn’s head fondly. Clearly, today was a day that she enjoyed the presence of her child, but whether R’nd would appreciate their turning up on his doorstep was another matter entirely.
The child was massive, as if someone had wrapped him in ten extra layers of skin. The weight of the nine pound baby was putting a strain on her shoulders, how on pern she had managed to carry him for nine months, or even produce such a massive child was beyond her. His head was topped with the thickest, darkest mess of hair Volfetti had ever seen on a newborn. At first it had worried her, she had light caramel coloured hair and R’nd had a mop of blonde. Yet the healers had assured her that his hair was likely to change colour, along with his steel blue eyes. Still wary, she stared down at her child, wondering where the “massive-child” genes had come from. Her daughter had been quite a small baby, although she had been born a little prematurely.
Arriving at R’nd’s hut she looked around, wondering if he was there. There wasn’t much noise coming from inside, perhaps she had missed him? Shrugging, she knocked on the door loudly, stroking her newborn’s head fondly. Clearly, today was a day that she enjoyed the presence of her child, but whether R’nd would appreciate their turning up on his doorstep was another matter entirely.