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08.Jan.21, 03:28 PM
Cazan laughed. "Well I don't find it repulsive either, so I suppose that's a good thing. And T'ryn is fine with as well," which was really the important part as far as she was concerned. Sure she was friends with Yfris, and had grown to be rather fond of him, but she didn't love him like she did her bronzerider. It wasn't where she ever had imagined ending up, with a dragon, a loving weyrmate, a baby on the way, and now officially a husband. At least things probably couldn't get stranger than this.
"I know T'ryn already claimed it, but is it wrong of me to hope it comes out looking like an obviously miniature version of him? Think your parents would still be satisfied with that or would they want a tiny baby with more of your features to be sure?" Now that the morning (and afternoon, and evening, and any old time) sickness was starting to mostly fade away she was starting to think that maybe being pregnant wasn't as bad as she'd originally thought. Certainly not to the point that she was wanting another one or to be pregnant forever, but if she had to she felt she could probably tolerate going through it again.
She realized how silly she was being and shook her head. "Actually that doesn't matter right now. It's too late to do anything about the one I'm already having, and it's not like I can become more pregnant. Just need to get through Mal's clutch, then all of this, and then I have between lessons to desperately catch up on, and a move..." Cazan sighed and leaned against Yfris, eyeing the buttons of his shirt. Even though the sickness had started to fade, the extra bit of libido brought on by the pregnancy certainly hadn't. Maybe that was a sign that the baby was her husband's.
Cazan started to reach for the buttons, undoing another one when a tiny vibration from the egg caught her attention. She glanced over and saw it shake, a tiny sliver of a crack appearing. "I should probably deal with this before I get too distracted with you." She carried the egg with her to the dining table where she had a plate of meat ready. She could already feel Malvayth's presence, watching with excitement through her as Lady popped into the room, climbing to rest on Cazan's shoulders as she waited for the newest addition to her little fair.
He burst out of his shell with much more impatience than Lady had, eyes swirling in agitation as he got his bearings. The little bronze had dark points decorating his extremities and face, making him look like quite the tiny villain. Cazan shoved the first bit of food down his mouth as he tried to hiss at her and that seemed to settle him down quickly enough. "Well... he's an angry little thing. I seem to remember this going much more calmly with Lady."
Sir. That's his name. Sir? Are you sure? Of course! Caz shrugged and got another bit of food into the ravenous bronze as she felt the addition of yet another tiny little mind. With a dizzying shake of her head she sat down in the chair and gestured to Yfris. "Come over here and meet Sir. That's what Mal's already decided to name him."
"I know T'ryn already claimed it, but is it wrong of me to hope it comes out looking like an obviously miniature version of him? Think your parents would still be satisfied with that or would they want a tiny baby with more of your features to be sure?" Now that the morning (and afternoon, and evening, and any old time) sickness was starting to mostly fade away she was starting to think that maybe being pregnant wasn't as bad as she'd originally thought. Certainly not to the point that she was wanting another one or to be pregnant forever, but if she had to she felt she could probably tolerate going through it again.
She realized how silly she was being and shook her head. "Actually that doesn't matter right now. It's too late to do anything about the one I'm already having, and it's not like I can become more pregnant. Just need to get through Mal's clutch, then all of this, and then I have between lessons to desperately catch up on, and a move..." Cazan sighed and leaned against Yfris, eyeing the buttons of his shirt. Even though the sickness had started to fade, the extra bit of libido brought on by the pregnancy certainly hadn't. Maybe that was a sign that the baby was her husband's.
Cazan started to reach for the buttons, undoing another one when a tiny vibration from the egg caught her attention. She glanced over and saw it shake, a tiny sliver of a crack appearing. "I should probably deal with this before I get too distracted with you." She carried the egg with her to the dining table where she had a plate of meat ready. She could already feel Malvayth's presence, watching with excitement through her as Lady popped into the room, climbing to rest on Cazan's shoulders as she waited for the newest addition to her little fair.
He burst out of his shell with much more impatience than Lady had, eyes swirling in agitation as he got his bearings. The little bronze had dark points decorating his extremities and face, making him look like quite the tiny villain. Cazan shoved the first bit of food down his mouth as he tried to hiss at her and that seemed to settle him down quickly enough. "Well... he's an angry little thing. I seem to remember this going much more calmly with Lady."
