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19.May.14, 11:01 PM
Ona halted a moment, hearing the projected Vleyth in her mind. How did she even explain that she couldn't explain the nervousness? After several long minutes the woman joined the bronze in the clearing. By the first egg he was massive! She approached slowly, scrubbing her hands over her face before wrapping them around her middle. Bare feet carried her closer before she finally picked a spotand settled to the ground. Alicona sighed quietly, trying to get a grip on the thoughts and feelings that had so overwhelmed her. "I...." She started haltingly, shaking her head a moment in a desperate attempt to clear her mind.
"I don't know, Vleyth." She lamented, her voice quiet. It was rare that she was loud in any event, but as the day progressed it was lile she was headed more and more towards silence. "It's been like this since I lost the baby." She swallowed, pushing hair from her face. "Everything will be fine.. and then I start thinking. And once they start I can't get them to stop." Stormy eyes looked to the face of the dragon, holding the look for a second before she cast her gaze downward. "Ever since I was a little girl I wanted children of my own. And then... that happened. It was like watching every dream, every goal I held onto came crumbling down."
"I was too scared to ever think of carrying another child. And then the Weyrleader banned women without children from the Sands." It was easier to talk to the dragon than it was to talk to another person. It was the same with children, they didn't seem to judge when she couldn't make her words come out right. "I have done so much to avoid seeing J'tir again. He is a good man, but seeing him was a reminder of what I had lost." The woman pulled her knees up, resting her chin on them and wrapping her arms across her shins.
"I know I am not brave. Or outspoken." Her expression was thoughtful, looking at and through the dragon in front of her. "I want another chance, to give J'tir a living child. He seems to want one, and the fears I had back then about him being the sire were apparently wrong. It's just been so long... How can I give him that if I can't get past the anxiety? The last time it was flightlust that fueled us. Its not that simple this time." She snorted at her own thought process. "If you jnow of any sure ways to keep from panicking like this, I am all ears. I know what I want, but... I don't know how to get past the panic."
"I don't know, Vleyth." She lamented, her voice quiet. It was rare that she was loud in any event, but as the day progressed it was lile she was headed more and more towards silence. "It's been like this since I lost the baby." She swallowed, pushing hair from her face. "Everything will be fine.. and then I start thinking. And once they start I can't get them to stop." Stormy eyes looked to the face of the dragon, holding the look for a second before she cast her gaze downward. "Ever since I was a little girl I wanted children of my own. And then... that happened. It was like watching every dream, every goal I held onto came crumbling down."
"I was too scared to ever think of carrying another child. And then the Weyrleader banned women without children from the Sands." It was easier to talk to the dragon than it was to talk to another person. It was the same with children, they didn't seem to judge when she couldn't make her words come out right. "I have done so much to avoid seeing J'tir again. He is a good man, but seeing him was a reminder of what I had lost." The woman pulled her knees up, resting her chin on them and wrapping her arms across her shins.
"I know I am not brave. Or outspoken." Her expression was thoughtful, looking at and through the dragon in front of her. "I want another chance, to give J'tir a living child. He seems to want one, and the fears I had back then about him being the sire were apparently wrong. It's just been so long... How can I give him that if I can't get past the anxiety? The last time it was flightlust that fueled us. Its not that simple this time." She snorted at her own thought process. "If you jnow of any sure ways to keep from panicking like this, I am all ears. I know what I want, but... I don't know how to get past the panic."
