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19.Jan.15, 03:02 AM
Aradissicath and Whisper both tried to get Rhaedalyn’s attention at the same time to let her know R’nya was on his way but the goldrider didn’t mind the jumbled mess of voice and image as it gave her a moment’s respite from the focusing on the pain. She glanced expectantly at the door but another contraction gripped her as the bronzerider entered and he was greeted not by a smile and enthusiastic words as were the norm but by a bellow of pain. Her eyes closed as she tried to breathe through it like a Healer guided her to and while she didn’t think it would work, Rhaedalyn was relieved when it passed and she could feel almost normal again—which meant she had enough time to worry about neighbours and felt guilty for all of her racket.
Luckily R’nya stepped up and brushed away hair from her face which had hazel eyes fluttering open and a small smile appearing as the bronzerider’s presence was acknowledged. She gratefully let her hand be taken and gave it a light squeeze of gratitude, already feeling a bit stronger with his presence. It had been a long day that took a lot of energy out of her and now going into labour wasn’t exactly rejuvenating. All she wanted to do was close her eyes again and fall into a sleep that was filled with her old dreams of romance and chivalry.
Unfortunately she had Healers stating her progress in dilating and that she’d have to start pushing soon. While she was more than willing to have the baby out of her, Rhaedalyn didn’t like the sounds of what was to come and sent R’nya a quivering lip as tears were held back. This wasn’t as glamourous and wonderful as she always thought it would be! Pregnancy in general was a tossup in that area as well. Some of it was amazing, like feeling the baby move, but she didn’t like being sick, feeling so fat and ungraceful, and simply not feeling like herself.
While she tried to think of something to say to R’nya, contractions and Healers kept interrupting her thoughts until enough time had passed that pushing and hand-gripping had some effect on progress; and her mood.
As another tear trickled down her cheek, Rhaedalyn was growing too tired to try to keep everything under control and finally gave into her whirlwind of emotions and used her voice for more than cries and grunts. Turning her gaze onto R’nya instead of the Healer with currently questionable skills, questions and accusations were aimed at her friend and protector. “I can’t keep going, Ren, why do I have to do it? We slept together, you’re just as responsible, so why do men not have to deal with this? You always wanted me safe.”
The Healer ordered her to push again and Rhaedalyn obeyed if only to stop the pain and gripped both the sheet and R’nya’s abused hand harder than the last round as she nearly screamed the line every expecting mother before her had uttered, “this is your fault, R’nya!”
Luckily R’nya stepped up and brushed away hair from her face which had hazel eyes fluttering open and a small smile appearing as the bronzerider’s presence was acknowledged. She gratefully let her hand be taken and gave it a light squeeze of gratitude, already feeling a bit stronger with his presence. It had been a long day that took a lot of energy out of her and now going into labour wasn’t exactly rejuvenating. All she wanted to do was close her eyes again and fall into a sleep that was filled with her old dreams of romance and chivalry.
Unfortunately she had Healers stating her progress in dilating and that she’d have to start pushing soon. While she was more than willing to have the baby out of her, Rhaedalyn didn’t like the sounds of what was to come and sent R’nya a quivering lip as tears were held back. This wasn’t as glamourous and wonderful as she always thought it would be! Pregnancy in general was a tossup in that area as well. Some of it was amazing, like feeling the baby move, but she didn’t like being sick, feeling so fat and ungraceful, and simply not feeling like herself.
While she tried to think of something to say to R’nya, contractions and Healers kept interrupting her thoughts until enough time had passed that pushing and hand-gripping had some effect on progress; and her mood.
As another tear trickled down her cheek, Rhaedalyn was growing too tired to try to keep everything under control and finally gave into her whirlwind of emotions and used her voice for more than cries and grunts. Turning her gaze onto R’nya instead of the Healer with currently questionable skills, questions and accusations were aimed at her friend and protector. “I can’t keep going, Ren, why do I have to do it? We slept together, you’re just as responsible, so why do men not have to deal with this? You always wanted me safe.”
The Healer ordered her to push again and Rhaedalyn obeyed if only to stop the pain and gripped both the sheet and R’nya’s abused hand harder than the last round as she nearly screamed the line every expecting mother before her had uttered, “this is your fault, R’nya!”
