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1. [DL-C] Two For The Price Of One (JP)
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-D] And the spoils go to.....?
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-N] A Searchling found?
From: "Carina Norris" <crinklywhiskers_99@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2004 23:14:55 EST
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-C] Two For The Price Of One (JP)
Trevor
Day 1, Morning
/snip from Alton's Post "A Day Worth Waiting For"/
Well," Trevor replied while waving his arm in the air, "I have had a
while to
prepare for this, and I did decide that I am not going to disappoint
you."
"That's wonderful," Cynthia replied as she felt a contraction, "but I'm
thinking that we should be heading to the Med Center while your lack of
panic
holds."
"Working on it."
Triss launched herself from the edge of the upper green and glided
toward them. She backwinged, causing a strong breeze and landed several
feet
from them. She was already saddled and she crouched down in front of
them.
"Your trans****tation is waiting, my love," Trevor said with a flourish.
Cynthia leaned over and kissed him, "Have I told you that you're
wonderful lately?"
/end snip/
Trevor smiled and took her gently by the arm, returning her kiss
as he
guided her toward the waiting dragon. "Well, yes, if you count just
now," he
said, determined not to show his nervousness. He was going to be a
FATHER!!!!
His first reaction was to grab Cynthia up and hustle her at top speed
over to
the med center. He knew that the Warrenlady would never allow such an
indignity - no matter what her condition - so he knew better than to
even try.
Instead, he helped her in as calm and dignified a manner as possible to
mount the
dragon.
He vaulted up behind her and held her securely as he told the
dragon to
head to the med center. But somewhat to Cynthia's surprise, Triss
didn't take
off. Instead, she walked in a careful - almost slithering manner - to
the
med center. She looked back quizzically at her mate.
"Well, I didn't want to jolt you through a takeoff and landing,"
he
explained. "Triss and I have talked about this many times, knowing
this day was
coming..."
The Warrenlady nodded. "Uh-huh," she said, nodding her head
slowly.
"And of course, both of you are noted experts in the field of
childbirth..."
"Well, I think Triss did talk to Syren, and she's certainly an
expert,"
said Trevor, clearing his throat.
Because the med center was only a short distance across the green,
the
dragon covered it in a very short time with her long strides. When
they arrived
outside, S'lomon was already there. "About time!" he said anxiously,
then
looked at Trevor. "You should have had her here a day ago..."
"Try telling her that!" he sighed, helping her down off the dragon.
Actually, he pretty much carried her down in his arms, although he
somehow managed
to make it look as though he was just assisting her.
S'lomon gestured for two of the med center orderlies to bring out a
stretcher, but they stopped when they saw the stern look on Cynthia's
face. "I am
NOT going to be carried into my own med center," she said in a voice
that
allowed no contradiction.
"You're being stubborn," Trevor whispered.
"There are appearances to be maintained," she said, managing an
almost
smug look.
Trevor took her by the arm, with S'lomon just behind, and helped
her
inside. As soon as the doors had closed behind them, Cynthia gestured
to
S'lomon. "All right, *now* bring the stretcher."
* * * * *
[What are you doing?] Syren asked curiously as she watched
Trissana
circle the med center, trying to peer in through the small windows.
[I want to see!] the pearl dragon complained, pressing her nose
against a
window and then withdrawing it with a snort when she saw she'd been
looking
into a storage pantry.
[Just do it through your rider's eyes, like I am,] Syren told her
calmly.
[I would like to see more than the waiting room,] Triss snorted.
[Well, my rider's going inside,] Bohoc said. [Maybe I can describe
what
he sees...oh, wait, it doesn't look like he's going to get any farther
than
your rider did...]
Trissana snorted and turned to Syren. [Okay, well, don't keep us
in
suspense! What's going on??]
* * * * *
Trevor paced the floor nervously, and almost ran into Turner.
"Take
this," Turner said, handing him a bottle of whiskey. "It will help,
trust me."
"It will not," Kellie said, snatching the bottle from her son's
hand
after he'd managed a single swallow. "You need to be awake and
alert....if there
was any time that Cynthia needed you that way, it's now."
"Drink does not help one when becoming father," Andahar agreed
stoically. Then the Nomad cocked his head in thought. "Helps one get
into situation
of becoming father in first place, though," he observed wryly.
Kellie nodded at Andahar's remark. "Yes, yes," she said absently,
giving the Nomad a slight frown. "But right now, *someone* has
*someplace* to be!"
she looked meaningfully at Trevor.
The mapmaker gulped and nodded in turn. "Um...yeah...I guess I
do...don't I?"
Turner looked at his mate. "Maybe you should let him have one
more
drink..."
Kellie rolled her eyes. "Andahar, perhaps you could give the
expectant
father a hand? I think he's going to need more care than Cynthia!"
Andahar nodded at Kellie's remarks, and then turned to Trevor,
"Birth of
child is much harder on man than woman. She only has to give birth,
you have
to worry about her and baby. Nomad man offer prayer to Anavasha for
protection of both. I can teach you."
Trevor wasn't especially comforted, but any sup****t would help.
Right
now, his choice to turn to there was either Andahar, or Triss....
[My rider, I WANT TO SEE!!!] his dragon said urgently in his mind.
Trevor sighed and turned to Andahar. "Um, sure," he said. "I'm
all
ears."
Kellie rolled her eyes. "Andahar, I hope it is a SHORT prayer,
because
there is someplace the expectant father needs to be...like right now!"
[My rider, I WANT...] Triss began, but Trevor quickly blocked her
and
looked at Andahar.
"I'm ready," he said.
As Andahar began to tell Trevor the intricate Nomad words for the
petition to Anavasha, which Trevor stumbled over, pronouncing "hear my
prayer" as a
phrase that sounded more like "eat my shorts," Andorra came out of the
birthing room and whispered in her cousin's ear. Andahar's eyes
widened. He turned
back to Trevor and said, "You need more prayer!"
Trevor's eyes widened. "Is there something wrong with Cynthia??"
he
asked, panicking. He dashed between Andahar and Andorra and into the
birthing
room. He found Cynthia lying on a bed, her face beaded with sweat and
her face
looking pale.
As Trevor raced past the startled Kellie and Turner, Andahar
explained,
"Twins." Then he frowned and muttered under his breath, "Another man
father
of twins!" He swallowed, attempting to suppress the feeling of
jealousy that
rose within him.
Both Kellie and Turner grinned at the news and hurried into the
room
after Trevor. Andahar reluctantly followed them.
"Cynthia..." he said softly, kneeling next to the bed and taking
her
hand. "My love..." he whispered urgently. "Are you all right?"
Cynthia glared as she gasped, while another contraction surged
through
her, "What do you think?"
Trevor turned to S'lomon, attempting to maintain his calm, "Do
something! She's in pain!"
"Well, yes, that's usually how it works..." the healer began.
As Cynthia cried out with another contraction and her finger nails
bit
into Trevor's hand, the mapmaker snapped, "You have to help her! Now,
help her!"
Andorra moved to wipe the sweat from the laboring Warrenlady and
said
something quite pointedly to Andahar.
The nomad grimaced and then quickly pulled Trevor aside, "Leave
birthing
to women. I think you need to say more prayer."
"Why? What is wrong?" Trevor began to panic.
"Nothing is wrong. This just will take longer than a usual birth,"
S'lomon stated. "Why don't you go with Andahar and... take a walk."
Kellie came and took the place beside Cynthia and pushed Trevor
toward
the door, "Yes, good idea."
"I think I'll go with them," Turner stated.
"No whiskey," Kellie murmured to Turner, "And I mean it."
* * * * *
(A short time later)
The Warrenlady smiled weakly. "We did it," she said in a whispered
voice.
Trevor gulped. "The...our...baby...?"
Cynthia's smile widened just a bit. "Look...behind you."
Trevor cautiously looked around, and saw S'lomon standing behind
them.
In his arms was a white-wrapped bundle, that was just the right size to
be a
baby. The healer was smiling too as he came closer. "Your son," he
told them.
[YAY, WEI HAVE A HATCHLING!!!] cried the joyful Triss before
Trevor
blocked her out again. He watched as S'lomon carefully placed the
white bundle in
Cynthia's arms.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Cynthia asked.
"The most beautiful baby I've ever seen," Trevor said, half-dazed.
"Trevor, there is something else you need to know," she said
quietly.
The mapmaker's eyes widened. "He's...all right, isn't she?" he
asked,
feeling a moment of panic. "And you're...?" He looked nervously at
S'lomon.
"Cynthia is all right, isn't she??" he asked desperately.
S'lomon cleared his throat. "Um, perhaps Andorra can explain it
to
you," he said.
In her broken dragonlander Andorra stated, "He has sister." The
wise
woman held up a second baby. She looked down at the baby and then back
at
Trevor and shook her head, "Cynthia has daughter also. But you..."
Trevor's mouth dropped open in amazement as Andorra brought the
second
baby over. Cynthia extended her free arm to take the second baby, just
as
Andahar came over to stand on the Warrenlady's other side. "Twins...?"
he
breathed, feeling the room beginning to spin. Then Turner was behind
him, the
smith's strong arms sup****ting him.
"Here," whispered the smith, placing a shotglass of whiskey in
Trevor's
hand. "Say, your twins look different from one another, don't they?"
Trevor looked closely and saw that, indeed, the baby girl was
noticeably
darker-complected than the boy. "I thought twins were supposed to look
alike," he said, looking back and forth between Cynthia, Andahar, and
Andorra. "I
mean, I realize that they're not identical twins...if they were, they'd
be the
same ***, right?...But I thought..."
Andorra frowned at the last comment and looked at her cousin
curiously,
before stating the obvious to Trevor, "Each twin look like father."
Trevor looked confused. "I'm confused," he said, looking back and
forth
from Cynthia and the babies to Andorra, and then to S'lomon.
"So am I, to be truthful," Cynthia said. Together, the proud
parents
looked at the two healers.
(Tag Alton and Arlene - what how will Cynthia and Andahar react to the
healers' explanation? And will someone give Trevor the whiskey
bottle...? Also,
Alton - I left it to you to write the actual birth scene if you want)
Submitted by:
John
Trevor & Trissana
Kellie & Varie
and
Arlene
Andahar & Bohoc
Andorra
Cleft Warren
Summary: Day 1, Morning: Trevor gets Cynthia to the med center.
While she
is delivering Trevor paces in the waiting room where Andahar, Turner,
and
Kellie attempt to comfort him. Andorra comes out and whispers
something to
Andahar, and Trevor rushes into the delivery room to discover that
there are twins -
only one of whom looks like Trevor.
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 02:29:30 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] And the spoils go to.....?
Day 104 - Morning
{Snipping from John's Post}
*But I thought that perhaps it was time that you and I could...well,
you know, bury the hatchet so to speak," T'rell said. *Now, I know that
I haven't always been as nice to you as I could...*
[HAH! You never treat me with the respect you should!] Almantha
insisted.
T'rell rolled his eyes. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," he
whispered to Panda.
"A generous gesture is its own reward," she replied, quoting an old
saying. "And you said yourself this wasn't going to be easy when you
came up with the idea."
***
Pandora was tickled to death that T'rell had even suggested making
amends with Almantha, the fact that he was actually doing it had her
positively glowing. Their 'disputes' had gotten so out of hand that she
was afraid that it would attract the attention of the Warrenlady. With
so many other 'real' problems plaguing the warren, petty bickering was
the last thing that Thea needed right now. Settling a silly problem
like this fell under the junior queenriders normal training anyway,
unfortunately, it wasn't normal that the queenrider that was smack in
the center of the problem. Stepping back a bit Pandora stood quietly
watching her queen and the wingleader with a happy, yet apprehensive
smile.
***
T'rell nodded and sighed. *Well, anyway, I wanted us to try
and...ah...be...friends...so I...thought, well, if there was...anything
I could...you know, um...do for you...that could sort of square things
between us?*
[End Snipping]
Almantha raised a scaly brow in disbelief. Lowering her head she
brought her snout so close to his face she was almost touching his
nose. The yellow-gold eyes narrowed in suspicion as she sniffed him all
over. <What's wrong with you? You sick or something?" She growled,
****ging him in the chest. Turning to Pandora the queen exclaimed,
"You'd better check Flerrion's rider for a fever or bugs or something!
He's talkin' kinda crazy! Probably caught mites or something from the
big dope!"
Biting her lip Pandora stifled a giggle, *T'rell's not sick Almantha,
and he certainly doesn't have bugs, and neither does Flerrion! He's
trying to be NICE something you might try practicing a little more of!"
<Harumpfftt!!!> The dragon snorted in disgust, then turning back
sprayed the Wingleader with fine mist of warm steam.
*ALMANTHA!*
<Ohhhh alright, already!> The copper quipped with a roll of her large
eyes. <So coffee brain, what you got in mind? Bowing would be a good
start!>
The queenrider's eyes widened when she saw the Wingleader's face go
beet red and his eyes flash blue fire. Even though she wasn't privy to
the telepathic exchange she had a pretty good idea what was going on
just by the deep scowl on the man's face, "T'relllll.." Pandora
interjected softly.
The dark-haired beauty held her breath for the explosion that she was
sure would come but was pleasantly surprised when the rider lowered his
head with a deep sigh. Seeing his lips moving Pandora tilted her head a
little and the azure eyes began to twinkle in amusement when she
realized T'rell was counting to himself. How much she loved him in that
moment. He didn't have to do this, but it meant more to her then all
the gold in the land that he was. Regardless of the outcome he would
definitely get some extra special attention for his efforts.
Slowly rising to her feet Almantha languidly stretched her wings
letting loose with a huge bored yawn. The hazy sunlight reflecting on
the golden flecks in the copper scales created a lovely ****mmering halo
around the young queen and Pandora smiled, marveling at how beautiful
her queen really was. It was too bad the female dragon didn't have a
personality to match. Almantha dramatically rolled her neck this way
and that until her snout dropped coming back level with the
Wingleader's face <Wellll, I'm waiting!>
Standing his ground T'rell's head rose to meet the goldish gaze, **I
was thinking that maybe...**
The large eyes narrowed, <Forget you Human, I'll tell ya what!> The
queen interrupted. <You get my rider to go flying with me and I will be
*cough gag* nice, at least until Lady G's eggs hatch!>
The blonde man's eyes widened in surprise as he automatically glanced
over at the anxious woman, then back to her queen. **But...**
Emitting a huge sigh Almantha drew circles in the ground with her claw,
innocently batting her scaly eyelids the copper tail began to twitch
menacingly, <Oh welllll. if you don't think you can do it...> The queen
crooned with a mock sweetness then starting to turn away.
{Tag: John 'hehehe'}
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Pandora and Almantha
***Summary***
Day 104 Almantha lays down her idea for a truce.
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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 15:55:29 -0000
From: "Carina Norris" <crinklywhiskers_99@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] A Searchling found?
Day 5 Evening
[Snip from Ed's post]
Jale looked down into those doe like eyes of Freya and tried
desperately to pull his thoughts into one coherent pattern. Yet, being
near her was unlike anything he could explain any way but decided to
give her some explanation. "You are my friend Freya," he started. She
nodded her head and looked away. "Yet you are something more. When you
come to visit or help out in the med center it is a great comfort to
me. Its like if I ever had a home that feeling of belonging."
Freya had not turned back to look at him and Jale worried that he had
not said enough. Taking her hand, "I guess you could say I don't see
you as a searchling because you are ready found. If you can find it in
your heart to forgive this worn out healer for his lack of colorful
words and let him walk you home it would be most kind of you."
[end snip]
Freya smiled, uncertainly.
"I should like that," she said, softly, both touched by the gentle tone
of his voice, yet frustrated by any lack of, well, confirmation that
his feelings for her were the same as hers for him. Jale was different
from all of the other men she'd known before. Sure, there'd been others
who'd been attracted to the tall, strong healer with the thoughtful
gray eyes, and she'd been attracted to them too. But she'd never felt
the way she had about Jale. He was so much more - he was a soul mate.
Or he could be, if he would let her..
"But Jale," she continued, her eyes wide and earnest. "I *am* still a
Searchling, so if I am 'found', it is by you. And... "
She hesitated and glanced at her feet. Why was this so difficult?
Confidence had never been a problem for Freya before. But she'd never
had to say something so im****tant before. Suddenly she felt a lump in
her throat, knowing how devastated she'd feel if Jale rejected her
feelings.
"And ... I *could* be more than a friend."
Trembling, her hand reached up to brush Jale's cheek. "I want to be
more than a friend to you. Don't you realise, I love you, Jale."
<tag Ed - okay, Freya's admitted it! <g>
[NRPG - sorry it took so long for me to write so little!!! ]
Respectfully submitted
Carina
for Freya
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