January 24, 2003
Serriena gives R'hyn the good news: she's pregnant.

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Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth is practically radiating happiness as she contacts your mind, broadcasting thoughts brighter than the rays of Rukbat. << Arisvath where are you? >>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath projects an image of the starstones - himself, and R'hyn, sitting and watching the moons above, radiating over the dark waves of the beach far beyond.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth knows where you are then and requests << May we join you? >> Her thoughts sharing both her presence and Serri's.

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke Niaryth with << But of course! >> Lit - brilliant; he radiates the starlight, the moonlight, soothing and warm. << We would welcome your company. >>

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth seems to be waiting for something or someone. << We shall be there in a moment. >>

From the sky over the bowl, Niaryth wings her way upward from the Southern Bowl, finding a thermal with which to gain altitude.

Niaryth wings her way over from the sky to land on the precipice.

R'hyn's legs dangle over the edge of the ledge, his feet bare and his breeches rolled up part of the way up his thighs. He's not watching for the arrival of Serri and Niaryth, though, once they have landed, he lifts his right hand, and turns to greet them both. "Arisvath said you were coming."

Niaryth rises up from the bowl and angles towards the star stones. Her dark talons reach out and grab the stones, landing delicately. She croons towards Arisvath, letting Serriena dismount as she smiles and says, "Good evening R'hyn. Yes we've come."

Serriena dismounts from Niaryth, using her extended forelimb for help down.

Arisvath's tail snakes out to meet Niaryth's, as he cozies down with her upon the wide stone ledge. R'hyn, smiling, tilts his head forward to Serriena. "It's a beautiful evening, isn't it? So very clear. It's not hard to imagine that you could see all the way to the mainland, if you were facing the right way."

"Very clear," Serriena agrees. She removes her jacket, draping it over Niaryth's neckridges as the gold settles to curl with Arisvath. She steps over to the ledge and sits down very carefully. Raising one hand she peers into the darkness as if trying to find the mainland and says, "You must have better eyes than I do," she teases.

"Oh, well, I can't really see it," admits R'hyn, still peering out through the brilliantly star-swept night, "But it's nice to imagine, anyway."

"Well perhaps they'll have a wild imagination," Serriena says, drawing her knees up to her. She leans backward, looking over at the back of your head, viewing your side profile from an angle. Niaryth nudges Arisvath, her lavender eyes on Serriena with love and adoration.

Arisvath shifts his wings to rest them against Niaryth, nudging her back with his head - a soft croon mused into her hide. "They?" He turns, interrupting Serri's view of his profile.

"Well it could be a he, or perhaps a she, if we're lucky it's a she.." Serriena's opting for a serious look, but a smile sneaks onto her face. "Looks like our persistence finally paid off," She says it as carelessly as if she'd only just told R'hyn what the weather was, but her dark blue eyes are sparkling with humor.

It takes a little while for the confused look on R'hyn's face to fade into comprehension - and then it's pure delight. "Oh! Mother is going to be thrilled!"

Serriena grins letting out a small laugh at R'hyn's reaction -slow that it was at first. "I hope she's not the only one," the Weyrwoman says with a raised eyebrow, obviously indicating that the father's feelings should be part of the happiness. "I'm going to have to tell the boys. I don't think they'll mind." Behind them, Niaryth finally lets out a breath, nuzzling Arisvath happily and then crooning, feeling Serriena's own happiness.

R'hyn flushes, rapidly insisting, "Of course not. I'm just..." If words fail, his smile does not: it's blindingly brilliant. "I hope they don't. I mean, it'd be awkward, otherwise." Arisvath's as proud as if it were his own work, bugling loudly - never mind that some sensible people might be sleeping.

"Oh I think Derien will be thrilled," Serri says, explaining, "He wouldn't be the youngest anymore." She grins and digs her boot toes into the edge of the cliff. "I'm glad you're happy with it." She says, "And even if you weren't, I'd still keep her.. or him." This causes Serri to laugh, "We'll have about seven or eight months of choosing names I suppose."

"I can understand that. I used to wish Mother would have another child, so I wouldn't be," recalls R'hyn, still smiling just as brilliantly as ever. "Of course I'm happy with it. I wouldn't have agreed to... all of this, if it wasn't what I wanted. Oh, Faranth. Names. Seryah, Rhyanna, Ryenna..."

"Oh I like that," Serriena says, "Seryah," She grins. "That's pretty. I like them all." She settles back contemplatively, "And if our luck should hold a boy? What shall we name him?" She tries to think of names, "Ranier, Hyner (hen-er), Shyn..." Her voice trails off naming names. "Oh perhaps we should have a girl.. our names blend better." She laughs, "J'nah and I had that same problem with the triplets."

R'hyn leans down to rub at his ankle, rather dangerously far over the ledge, then draws back, nodding. "I think you're right. Better be a girl. Well - there's always Rieyn, or... uhm, Ryahn." Laughing, he nods: "I'd guessed as much. Their names aren't, mostly, from your two names."

"Wow," Serriena looks surprised, "You've thought of this before haven't you?" She accuses lightly, grinning from ear to ear. "Your names are much better than mine. I like Ryahn." She looks down, "Are you alright R'hyn? You've been seen about alot lately barefoot. Have your feet grown too big for your boots?" Another tease.

R'hyn colours slightly, and admits, quietly, "I guess it was something to think about. I mean... it's important. And I was really so... hopeful." He glances down at his feet, and then smiles, ruefully. "Ingrown toenail is what the healers call it. They've fixed it, mostly, but it's less painful without shoes on."

"Oh!" Serriena winces, looking down, "They didn't pull it did they? My foster mother had one once, and it was infected. They had to pull her nail off. It was very.. pink." She pales a bit thinking about it. "Do you have numbweed for it?" She leans over the ledge to look at your foot.

"They did," says R'hyn, lifting his foot to show the toe in question - not a particularly pretty sight. "No, no, it's fine. It doesn't hurt all that much, now. I did have bandages, but the fresh air is supposed to be good for it, too. And salt water." He pales: "Though that hurts."

Serriena pales too, and she says, "Yes, salt water cures alot of wounds. Something about the salt must help heal it." She draws back so she doesn't have to look at it much further. "It doesn't look bad," she admits. "Just looks like someone painted your toe." She smiles. "Perhaps we'll get some red paint and do the rest of your toes so they match?" It's a joke of course, since it's not REALLY red.

R'hyn's face breaks into a chuckle, and he grins. "That will no doubt make a statement. Red toes, the latest in Istan fashion." He turns more serious, and adds, "Who'll be leading the Queens wing while you can't? I don't want you risking yourself, or the baby."

"I suppose," Serriena looks up at the stars thoughtful and contemplative. "I don't think there's anything wrong with being in the wing while pregnant," she says, "At least during the first few months. After all, we have greenriders on our wing who are pregnant." She reaches up, tapping her chin pondering. "I suppose I could always ask Mechelle to step up near the end and lead with Selynth."

"As long as you don't go Between in the first and third, uh-- trimesters, is it?" R'hyn sighs, and reaches out to grasp at Serriena's hand if she'll let him. "I just... I worry, you know? I'm sure Mechelle would do wonderfully."

Serriena takes R'hyn's hand, stroking the back in comfort. "I think so, but I will take care not to go between at all if I do not have to," she promises, "I'd hate to tell your mother and my sons, only to lose the baby." Concern decorates her brow for a moment and then she smiles softly, "Mechelle will do fine. And if not Mechelle, Llilian may be slightly slow, but she knows the wing well enough to lead."

R'hyn squeezes Serri's hand, and smiles - softly. "That's my baby you're carrying. She's got to live." There's a note of teasing to his voice, though he nods, more seriously. "I believe that either could do well, and I'm sure it would be good practice for Mechelle and Selynth, though I doubt that they'll be called on to act as senior for many turns to come."

"Probably not, if conditions keep as they are." Serriena admits, "Although I never thought Llilian and Isyrath would be injured so in thread. I shall try to keep my back free from such threadscore, though I cannot promise it." She glances over at Niaryth whose gold hide is still repairing minor scores from yet another threadfall over Ista. "I am glad Niaryth heals so fast. I do not like her in pain when the thread hits us."

R'hyn nods, biting at his lip. "Things never turn out the way you expect them to," he murmurs, at last. "No, it's no fun, is it? Arisvath's taken his share of minor scores, and it hurts me, to see him in pain."

Serriena raises R'hyn's hand and uses their clasped hands to point at Niaryth and Arisvath, saying, "It's us, who helps soothe their pain and because of that, we grow stronger with them." And then she draws his hand close to her. "And perhaps with every bit of luck, we'll be able to have a healthy baby to grow up into a fine young adult." Under her breath she says, "Well if my boys don't get ahold of him or her first." She's teasing again.

R'hyn takes a deep breath, and then smiles. "You're right, Serri. We're better people because of them - and they're better dragons because of us. It's a balance. The perfect trade-off." And then: "You're... one month, maybe two, along? So... Month nine or ten. Oh, that's so long to wait!"

"Unfortunately yes," Serriena grins, "But in the meantime, you get to learn about morning sickness, cravings and.." she looks serious, "How to talk me through it if we have more than one." She looks rather comically afraid of that, but admits, "I don't think it should be more than one, Faranth provide that," She makes a promise, "But just in case... talk me through it." She gives a lopsided grin.

R'hyn squeezes that hand tighter, as if doing so will indicate that he's not afraid, which is probably an exaggeration. "I will. I'd talk you through anything, Serri. I'll be there the whole way, no matter what. I promise you that, all right?"

"I trust you R'hyn," Serriena admits. "How could I not? We're friends, Niaryth assures me Arisvath made the best choice at Southern Weyr," She laughs and winks, knowing dragons do tend to have their favorite preferences. "And besides that." She looks at you, "I know you want this as much as I do."

R'hyn glances back at Arisvath, who merely seems to radiate satisfaction, nuzzled up against his mate. "I do. I really do." Turning back to the view, he gazes out over the sea - satisfied, it seems, to sit in silence.

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