Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
19.Jun.13, 09:27 AM
The sudden, painful sensation tearing through what felt like her entire body caused the girl to jerk awake once more, having been on the fringes of sleep, and yelp in surprised pain. She panted as the sensation wore away, confused and more than a little frightened; her sleepy mind wasn’t capable of quite connecting the dots. Moments – minutes – hours? – and the pain tore through her again. Indivara cried out, scrabbling to sit up as realisation hit home, and she kicked Blood Sucker off the bed by accident, causing the firelizard to screech. Sitting on her pillow, Psh’s soft humming gained level and depth, and Indivara bit back a sob.
Mum, mum, “mum?” Indivara struggled out of bed, stumbling to the wall and using it to help her balance as she wobbled out of her own bedroom in the hut she shared with her mother and younger brother, and toward the woman’s bedroom. She barely knocked before pushing the door open, groaning out a pained whine of distress as another contraction hit. Wide blue eyes stared into the empty room, and Blood Sucker appeared from between and knocked the top off the bedside glows. The bed was empty, and clearly unslept in. She was at someone else’s hut, then. Indivara didn’t bother keeping her voice down when the next contraction hit.
They were coming hard, and fast, and Indivara was distinctly confused by that, as she staggered across the hut. Weren’t they supposed to escalate slowly? It didn’t occur to the girl that she’d managed to sleep through the first stage, woken only when the serious contracts began to strike. She made it to the door, and shoved it open, when her waters broke, with far less fanfare than she had been expecting to occur. How anti-climactic! Indivara gripped the doorframe as her body revolted against the child within it once more, and she screeched mentally for the first dragon that came to mind.
She should have tried for Khaduceth, to call Talian to her; or even for Grith, to wake Par’a (and the entire Weyr) or maybe Krypth, with Jada who was so steady and always managed to keep Indivara from quite toppling over the edge of her emotions. But those were people that knew her, or didn’t know her, and Indivara didn’t want to deal with the way they’d stare at her, or struggle to cope with her doing odd things like crying or doing something so dramatically feminine as giving birth.
She called for Veeth. Her relationship with V’ler was steady, if neither here nor there, and the bluerider was a solid type; she knew without knowing that he’d be able to take it all in stride without looking at her like she was growing another head. He wouldn’t act weird, or try to say the right thing, or refrain from telling her she was being stupid just because she was in pain. He’d just be himself, and as much as Indivara adored her friends, she wasn’t prepared to bet the same faith in their ability to retain their them-ness, in the event of her giving birth.
Unfortunately for Indivara, both firelizards had already vanished to wake the twins, and Krypth had calmly informed Khaduceth that Indivara’s brat was ready to make itself known to the world, though she left Jada in her peaceful sleep – the woman would just fret and get underfoot. Indivara clung to the doorframe, caught between sobbing and panting as the latest contraction faded away for those few minutes before it opted to make itself known again.
