18.Apr.18, 06:10 AM
“No, Val. I thought it would be a wonderful elaborate joke!” She stared at him flatly, forgetting that a moment ago she had been avoiding his gaze. Her lips pursed into a flat line, and she rolled her eyes. “In what world would I ever make a good mother?” She asked, snorting. “No, I do not want to keep it, but that fat lump out there isn’t giving me a whole lot of choice.” She glared venomously over her shoulder towards the dragons. Like V’ler, she didn’t bother considering Veeth as an option; for one, he was so sweet he’d probably be the first dragon to shed tears of sadness at the prospect of what taking her between would do to her early pregnancy. For two, Venseth would probably eat him alive for it. She couldn’t risk that!
“Venseth seems to feel adding a baby will make everything even better.” She waved her hands around vaguely, still holding the quill in one, and snorted. “And that my memories of my pregnancy with Varlea are, how did he put it, ‘tainted in disgust’ – as if forcing me to relieve that torture is going to make better memories.” She threw herself off the desk, and stalked a couple of paces before stalking back. “Quennell tried to talk him out of it, by the way.” She actually sounded mildly impressed with the healer, though more because he was on her side than any other reason. “Quizzed me on my pregnancy with Varlea and wants me in every other week or something.” She shrugged.
Her pregnancy with Varlea had been unpleasant at best, but it hadn’t resulted in bedrest or a death, so Indivara wasn’t really aware of the dangers she was embracing with a pregnancy; her small structure and her usual ill-health were not good partners, though her overall fitness made up some ground. Quennell’s comment about V’ler not being ‘all that tall’ had gone unnoticed by Indivara, who had been too busy fighting with her dragon.
“The Healer at Katila made me keep Varlea for six months,” she added, grimacing at V’ler and glancing around their home. Definitely not made with an infant in mind. She frowned, placing V’ler’s quill back on the desk gently, her expression almost a grimace of distaste. “Do you think Rhaedalyn will take this one, too?” She asked, frowning at V’ler. “Isn’t she pregn-” Indivara fell off, her eyes widening, and she closed the distance between them in two steps, clasping her hands on either side of V’ler’s face and making him look up at her, the young woman suddenly grinning. “She’ll be breastfeeding!” Her voice was sing-songing. “If she can take the baby, I won’t have to feed it, which means we won’t have to keep it at all!”
They’d still have to survive the pregnancy, which would certainly test the strength of not only their relationship but their friendship, but at least they were unlikely to be stuck with a crying, shitting baby for any length of time! Still grinning, Indivara kissed V’ler on the lips and let go of his face, picking up a quill and a clean sheet of parchment, and pressed the quill into his hand. “She better say yes,” she said, staring at V’ler and clearly expecting him to write to Rhaedalyn right that instant and find out. Indivara needed to find someone to take the infant on, the sooner the better. If the woman in question would be feeding an infant already, all the better! She didn’t consider the fact that even Rhaedalyn might consider two babies at once a little much.
“Venseth seems to feel adding a baby will make everything even better.” She waved her hands around vaguely, still holding the quill in one, and snorted. “And that my memories of my pregnancy with Varlea are, how did he put it, ‘tainted in disgust’ – as if forcing me to relieve that torture is going to make better memories.” She threw herself off the desk, and stalked a couple of paces before stalking back. “Quennell tried to talk him out of it, by the way.” She actually sounded mildly impressed with the healer, though more because he was on her side than any other reason. “Quizzed me on my pregnancy with Varlea and wants me in every other week or something.” She shrugged.
Her pregnancy with Varlea had been unpleasant at best, but it hadn’t resulted in bedrest or a death, so Indivara wasn’t really aware of the dangers she was embracing with a pregnancy; her small structure and her usual ill-health were not good partners, though her overall fitness made up some ground. Quennell’s comment about V’ler not being ‘all that tall’ had gone unnoticed by Indivara, who had been too busy fighting with her dragon.
“The Healer at Katila made me keep Varlea for six months,” she added, grimacing at V’ler and glancing around their home. Definitely not made with an infant in mind. She frowned, placing V’ler’s quill back on the desk gently, her expression almost a grimace of distaste. “Do you think Rhaedalyn will take this one, too?” She asked, frowning at V’ler. “Isn’t she pregn-” Indivara fell off, her eyes widening, and she closed the distance between them in two steps, clasping her hands on either side of V’ler’s face and making him look up at her, the young woman suddenly grinning. “She’ll be breastfeeding!” Her voice was sing-songing. “If she can take the baby, I won’t have to feed it, which means we won’t have to keep it at all!”
They’d still have to survive the pregnancy, which would certainly test the strength of not only their relationship but their friendship, but at least they were unlikely to be stuck with a crying, shitting baby for any length of time! Still grinning, Indivara kissed V’ler on the lips and let go of his face, picking up a quill and a clean sheet of parchment, and pressed the quill into his hand. “She better say yes,” she said, staring at V’ler and clearly expecting him to write to Rhaedalyn right that instant and find out. Indivara needed to find someone to take the infant on, the sooner the better. If the woman in question would be feeding an infant already, all the better! She didn’t consider the fact that even Rhaedalyn might consider two babies at once a little much.