Post by Avu on Jul 14, 2009 18:36:32 GMT -5
…managing fine enough on his couch. Meira wasn’t quite able to hide the flicker of guilt from her eyes, and turned her face towards the cradle instead, rocking slightly on her feet. She nodded, though; it was kind of odd to try and figure out what went where when they were missing one of the main pieces of furniture: The bed. Still, it would be difficult to paint if they didn’t know where everything was going to end up being, wouldn’t it? And, while she was thinking of the bed, when would the next Gather be? They came often enough, every few months, but there’d been one not too long ago, so…hmm. She was sure one of the Holds would end up hosting one eventually, but the sooner the better; having R’wign sleep on the couch in his own weyr never failed to elicit a pang of guilt from her. Not that he seemed to care, but – still. And somehow, she doubted Ka’rys would be delighted to have to make a bed for R’wign, in addition to the cradle. Not that she, personally, would ever have asked him, but – even if R’wign decided to ask him.
Wait – four months? She didn’t know how quickly babies progressed; she wasn’t close to anybody who had a baby – Meira had been toying with the idea of asking the workers at the crèche about it when her due date was closer, but as of the moment, she knew only the absolute basics, and even what she did know wasn’t something she would trust implicitly. Just because Meira liked babies didn’t mean she knew all about them…“Isn’t Asharra – the Master Healer – she specializes in midwifery, doesn’t she? What shifts does she have? I’ll ask her about it…” If she wasn’t on shift in the middle of the night, anyway. Her dreams were rarely pleasant ones, but she did try to sleep reasonable hours, more for the baby than for herself. Midwifery was different from raising babies in general, but – either Asharra or the crèche workers would do; though, she kind of wanted to talk to Asharra about the actual delivery, too, which the crèche workers probably couldn’t help her with, because – put simply – she was terrified by the idea. Five months till, so plenty of time to settle her nerves, but…for the moment, she was scared.
This did not need to be said aloud, however.
“I’m – I don’t think I know K’lir or Kahrelir,” she added absently, though Calistoth she had heard of before: Z’hin had…ahem, mentioned…the green dragon. Suffice to say they’d only met once, and said encounter had been anything but pleasant. But, Calistoth’s problems with timing aside, she didn’t know about the green or her Rider. Meira glanced sideways at R’wign, curious despite herself: He wasn’t normal – ? “What’s – what’s ‘not normal’…?” she questioned softly. The idea of there being something – something wrong with the baby had never occurred to her until that very moment, and she resisted the urge to look down at the slight bulge, as if just by looking she could reassure herself that there wasn’t anything wrong, that everything was perfectly fine. Babies being born with – imperfections. It didn’t happen often, that she was aware of, but – but then, Meira was hardly an expert.
She nodded absently, glancing around at the weyr. The decorations (or rather, lack thereof) weren’t exactly cheerful, but – R’wign really wanted prancing firelizards and Salamandyrs covering the walls of his weyr? Blankets, maybe, or flowers or ornaments of some kind, but – a little corner for the baby would be cute, wouldn’t it, with the painted firelizards and Salamandyrs restrained to that corner alone? “Right…” she murmured softly, crinkling her nose slightly at the correction; she’d forgotten about the white Salamandyrs simply because of the lack of them. Yes, she’d forgotten Shadow. For some reason, she kind of liked it better when she did manage to forget Shadow; the white Salamandyr was disconcerting at best. “Um…could we get – a rug, or something, to put between the cradle and the fireplace?” she suggested. “Then it wouldn’t be too close, and it’d give us – the felines – the firelizards, if they wanted – a place to sit?” A cheerful rug, she added mentally to herself; surely a cheerful rug, a rug intended for children or something, wouldn’t be too difficult to find…? “Or would that still be too close…?”
Not that it’d be good for the rug to catch on fire, either, but hey – better rug than cradle.
Wait – four months? She didn’t know how quickly babies progressed; she wasn’t close to anybody who had a baby – Meira had been toying with the idea of asking the workers at the crèche about it when her due date was closer, but as of the moment, she knew only the absolute basics, and even what she did know wasn’t something she would trust implicitly. Just because Meira liked babies didn’t mean she knew all about them…“Isn’t Asharra – the Master Healer – she specializes in midwifery, doesn’t she? What shifts does she have? I’ll ask her about it…” If she wasn’t on shift in the middle of the night, anyway. Her dreams were rarely pleasant ones, but she did try to sleep reasonable hours, more for the baby than for herself. Midwifery was different from raising babies in general, but – either Asharra or the crèche workers would do; though, she kind of wanted to talk to Asharra about the actual delivery, too, which the crèche workers probably couldn’t help her with, because – put simply – she was terrified by the idea. Five months till, so plenty of time to settle her nerves, but…for the moment, she was scared.
This did not need to be said aloud, however.
“I’m – I don’t think I know K’lir or Kahrelir,” she added absently, though Calistoth she had heard of before: Z’hin had…ahem, mentioned…the green dragon. Suffice to say they’d only met once, and said encounter had been anything but pleasant. But, Calistoth’s problems with timing aside, she didn’t know about the green or her Rider. Meira glanced sideways at R’wign, curious despite herself: He wasn’t normal – ? “What’s – what’s ‘not normal’…?” she questioned softly. The idea of there being something – something wrong with the baby had never occurred to her until that very moment, and she resisted the urge to look down at the slight bulge, as if just by looking she could reassure herself that there wasn’t anything wrong, that everything was perfectly fine. Babies being born with – imperfections. It didn’t happen often, that she was aware of, but – but then, Meira was hardly an expert.
She nodded absently, glancing around at the weyr. The decorations (or rather, lack thereof) weren’t exactly cheerful, but – R’wign really wanted prancing firelizards and Salamandyrs covering the walls of his weyr? Blankets, maybe, or flowers or ornaments of some kind, but – a little corner for the baby would be cute, wouldn’t it, with the painted firelizards and Salamandyrs restrained to that corner alone? “Right…” she murmured softly, crinkling her nose slightly at the correction; she’d forgotten about the white Salamandyrs simply because of the lack of them. Yes, she’d forgotten Shadow. For some reason, she kind of liked it better when she did manage to forget Shadow; the white Salamandyr was disconcerting at best. “Um…could we get – a rug, or something, to put between the cradle and the fireplace?” she suggested. “Then it wouldn’t be too close, and it’d give us – the felines – the firelizards, if they wanted – a place to sit?” A cheerful rug, she added mentally to herself; surely a cheerful rug, a rug intended for children or something, wouldn’t be too difficult to find…? “Or would that still be too close…?”
Not that it’d be good for the rug to catch on fire, either, but hey – better rug than cradle.