Post by glamourie on Jun 10, 2009 19:19:03 GMT -5
Eggs? Eggs! Zesa’s was egg heavy? The very idea had Ellie twittering her delight and she released R’wign’s throat to bounce animatedly on his shoulder, from one side to the other, chittering quietly in pleasure. Her eyes turned a vibrant shade of blue. She liked hatchlings, she did; hers were her favorites (except that little mean one, Arrogance), but -- Hers was going to be a clutch sire~ Oh, he would be just as good as her good Hero, too. He’d protect the egg babies and keep them safe, she knew, because Hers was sweet. She loved Hers, and she had utter faith in him. Happily beating her wings, Ellie curled her entire body up on one of R’wign’s shoulders and took to nudging him insistently. Her eyes were such a vibrant shade of blue as to be blinding, leaving no doubt to the younger queen’s delight. Finally, she would have a baby of her own to dote on, instead of having to steal Ophelie’s. It was very awkward, you see, trying to borrow the green’s. Greens were not proper queens, and yet she had a clutch baby permanently. Ellie wanted one of her own, had for a long time -- but Hers did not have a permanent mate. He was silly, Chasing greens -- but, but! He’d finally caught himself a queen of his own~
Amused by Ellie’s excitement, R’wign reached up to stroke the fire lizard. But his gaze was all on Meira. With Monster and Zesa in her lap, he wasn’t sure if he should but -- R’wign hopped off the counter, walked around the back of the chair and hugged Meira anyway. Hopefully he didn’t dislodge her two little companions in the process, but… she looked so nervous, so afraid, and it made him feel better to be doing something other than just… sitting there fretting. Not that he knew what he should be doing. His entire world was thrown out of whack. No one told him in healer hall how to go about comforting someone when they dropped the pregnancy statement. No one ever explained. Sigh.
“You can sleep in my room, if you want. I won’t be going back and it’s a lot closer than the wherhandler apartments. Plus, my furs are disturbingly comfortable… I collect blankets.” He shrugged one shoulder absently as he spoke; truthfully, it was unlikely that he would run into Meira in that room. After all, he usually slept at night and she was a wherhandler. As far as he was concerned, she could crash in his furs any time, though -- even if he was there. He wasn’t prone to groping in his sleep and he was more than capable of treating Meira with respect. She was Meira after all. All the rules changed where she was concerned, starting with the fact that she was… well, not likely to respond well to his flirting, or any kind of advances. He didn’t want to put her off talking to him completely. “If you want anyway. I’m on shift for a few more hours, and then I have to oil the brown monster.” Indicating Checkoth with one finger, R’wign stood back and circled to the front desk again.
He didn’t really know what to do. Theoretically, the baby would need watching all day, every day. Meira was awake mostly at night - but that was when the baby would be sleeping the most. He was awake during the day - would she want him to watch the baby while she slept? He’d have to keep it in the infirmary while he was on shift, but since he couldn’t fly between, it wasn’t like he had a lot of additional responsibilities. He was a failure of a dragon rider… Bad thoughts. Shaking his head, R’wign sat back on his desk and rubbed his nose. “Do you need anything from me right now…? I’m on shift, but I could call Savitri in; she probably wouldn’t mind. Or S’lain…”
Amused by Ellie’s excitement, R’wign reached up to stroke the fire lizard. But his gaze was all on Meira. With Monster and Zesa in her lap, he wasn’t sure if he should but -- R’wign hopped off the counter, walked around the back of the chair and hugged Meira anyway. Hopefully he didn’t dislodge her two little companions in the process, but… she looked so nervous, so afraid, and it made him feel better to be doing something other than just… sitting there fretting. Not that he knew what he should be doing. His entire world was thrown out of whack. No one told him in healer hall how to go about comforting someone when they dropped the pregnancy statement. No one ever explained. Sigh.
“You can sleep in my room, if you want. I won’t be going back and it’s a lot closer than the wherhandler apartments. Plus, my furs are disturbingly comfortable… I collect blankets.” He shrugged one shoulder absently as he spoke; truthfully, it was unlikely that he would run into Meira in that room. After all, he usually slept at night and she was a wherhandler. As far as he was concerned, she could crash in his furs any time, though -- even if he was there. He wasn’t prone to groping in his sleep and he was more than capable of treating Meira with respect. She was Meira after all. All the rules changed where she was concerned, starting with the fact that she was… well, not likely to respond well to his flirting, or any kind of advances. He didn’t want to put her off talking to him completely. “If you want anyway. I’m on shift for a few more hours, and then I have to oil the brown monster.” Indicating Checkoth with one finger, R’wign stood back and circled to the front desk again.
He didn’t really know what to do. Theoretically, the baby would need watching all day, every day. Meira was awake mostly at night - but that was when the baby would be sleeping the most. He was awake during the day - would she want him to watch the baby while she slept? He’d have to keep it in the infirmary while he was on shift, but since he couldn’t fly between, it wasn’t like he had a lot of additional responsibilities. He was a failure of a dragon rider… Bad thoughts. Shaking his head, R’wign sat back on his desk and rubbed his nose. “Do you need anything from me right now…? I’m on shift, but I could call Savitri in; she probably wouldn’t mind. Or S’lain…”