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20.Jan.15, 03:58 AM
“Yes, it is,” Rhaedalyn agreed through clenched teeth before slumping back against her pillow, convinced she simply couldn’t push anymore. She was getting rather close to telling everyone that kept yelling at her to keep going exactly where they could take their advice and shove it but rationalization kept her from saying anything. That, and the fact that R’nya seemed a bit too grumbly for something he admitted was his fault distracted her. He didn’t seem overly convinced of the fact!
“Next time Xyreith flies Dissi,” she began, then paused for some deep breaths to keep calm and prepare for the next round of commands to do her part in getting the kid into the world, “I’ll be sure he takes me on a few quick trips to prevent this from happening again!” Whether she would mean that later on was hard to say since she had always loved children and had dreamed of a quiet life raising little ones that would make her husband proud, but right then, as she gave what would be the last push, Rhaedalyn was quite content to spoil just one child and didn’t give a damn if the father was proud or not. The idiot man!
As she sank back into her pillow once more with all of her energy leaving her body and the death grip on R’nya’s hand vanishing, Rhaedalyn heard a baby’s wail and managed a tiny smile of relief. That was a good sound, despite the fact that it was in truth it was one of her least favourite sounds. She may love children but crying was something she could do without.
You did it, Rhae! You brought your own little one into the world. What is it? The great gold dragon had been content to curl up beside Xyreith as she focused on Rhaedalyn and attempted to soothe fragile nerves through the ordeal and offer encouragement like the girl always did for her when clutching but now she was on her feet and trumpeting her excitement and the news to the other dragons in the area. Will the child ride gold like you or a silly bronze like the father? She spoke to both her rider and Xyreith as she sent a glance over her shoulder to the bronze dragon, teasing him with her words.
Rhaedalyn slowly opened her eyes when one of the healers came back over after quickly tidying up and bundling the baby in a blanket. The gender of the child was whispered in soft tones as it was evident the new mother was exhausted and didn’t need any further loud voices after their short time together. “A girl, Dissi. An adorable little girl.” She was far too tired to speak privately with the dragon and didn’t care what anyone else thought about her speaking aloud to the dragon that wasn’t nearby.
She will be a goldrider that I will like. What will we call her? Aradissicath had a reputation of not being particularly fond of the younger gold dragons or even their riders in some cases thanks to events that Rhaedalyn tried to keep blocked but the gold knew she didn’t like them and didn’t need to know the reasoning why. They simply weren’t enjoyable to be around and that was enough for her.
A name? That was something she had both toyed with for a while and put off thinking about as much as possible. There had been a time where she had a name for both genders picked out when she thought the father was Z’ia and after the way he reacted and the way her heart broke, it became a bit painful to think about. It was only when Kahleena started pestering her again and the tradition of combining names became more evident with the younger ‘brats around her being more noticed that Rhaedalyn returned to the subject and thought long and hard on the possibilities. In the end, she had come up with several but she wasn’t sure if any would be right for the child. It was only now that she held the girl and looked into her little face that one of the names stood out to her.
“Alyren.” It combined a bit of her name and R’nya’s nickname that she often used for the bronzerider but it was a part of her name that almost seemed obscure without the rest of it. But she liked it. It was a little quirky but so right in her mind. After all, she didn’t really stick out before Impressing a loud gold and the man beside her was her friend Ren more than he was bronzerider R’nya when around her. It just made sense to her.
“Our little Lady Alyren.”
“Next time Xyreith flies Dissi,” she began, then paused for some deep breaths to keep calm and prepare for the next round of commands to do her part in getting the kid into the world, “I’ll be sure he takes me on a few quick trips to prevent this from happening again!” Whether she would mean that later on was hard to say since she had always loved children and had dreamed of a quiet life raising little ones that would make her husband proud, but right then, as she gave what would be the last push, Rhaedalyn was quite content to spoil just one child and didn’t give a damn if the father was proud or not. The idiot man!
As she sank back into her pillow once more with all of her energy leaving her body and the death grip on R’nya’s hand vanishing, Rhaedalyn heard a baby’s wail and managed a tiny smile of relief. That was a good sound, despite the fact that it was in truth it was one of her least favourite sounds. She may love children but crying was something she could do without.
You did it, Rhae! You brought your own little one into the world. What is it? The great gold dragon had been content to curl up beside Xyreith as she focused on Rhaedalyn and attempted to soothe fragile nerves through the ordeal and offer encouragement like the girl always did for her when clutching but now she was on her feet and trumpeting her excitement and the news to the other dragons in the area. Will the child ride gold like you or a silly bronze like the father? She spoke to both her rider and Xyreith as she sent a glance over her shoulder to the bronze dragon, teasing him with her words.
Rhaedalyn slowly opened her eyes when one of the healers came back over after quickly tidying up and bundling the baby in a blanket. The gender of the child was whispered in soft tones as it was evident the new mother was exhausted and didn’t need any further loud voices after their short time together. “A girl, Dissi. An adorable little girl.” She was far too tired to speak privately with the dragon and didn’t care what anyone else thought about her speaking aloud to the dragon that wasn’t nearby.
She will be a goldrider that I will like. What will we call her? Aradissicath had a reputation of not being particularly fond of the younger gold dragons or even their riders in some cases thanks to events that Rhaedalyn tried to keep blocked but the gold knew she didn’t like them and didn’t need to know the reasoning why. They simply weren’t enjoyable to be around and that was enough for her.
A name? That was something she had both toyed with for a while and put off thinking about as much as possible. There had been a time where she had a name for both genders picked out when she thought the father was Z’ia and after the way he reacted and the way her heart broke, it became a bit painful to think about. It was only when Kahleena started pestering her again and the tradition of combining names became more evident with the younger ‘brats around her being more noticed that Rhaedalyn returned to the subject and thought long and hard on the possibilities. In the end, she had come up with several but she wasn’t sure if any would be right for the child. It was only now that she held the girl and looked into her little face that one of the names stood out to her.
“Alyren.” It combined a bit of her name and R’nya’s nickname that she often used for the bronzerider but it was a part of her name that almost seemed obscure without the rest of it. But she liked it. It was a little quirky but so right in her mind. After all, she didn’t really stick out before Impressing a loud gold and the man beside her was her friend Ren more than he was bronzerider R’nya when around her. It just made sense to her.
“Our little Lady Alyren.”
