Who

Ravene and K'dor (NPC)

What

Ravene informs K'dor she's pregnant (back dated)

When

It is afternoon of the fifteenth day of the third month of the first Turn of the 12th Pass.

Where

Living Cavern, Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 



Living Cavern

Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.


“I'm pregnant, K'dor. I can't keep it, you have to take me Between,” Ravene makes this statement soon as she is close enough to the blue rider to not have to shout. In fact she waits until she's close enough she can speak very softly so that only he can hear her words.

“What do you mean?” Tall, slim, and wiry are all good adjectives for K'dor who stands an even six foot. Standing not too far from him is the object of his fascination, “Ravene, what do you mean?” Had he really been so lucky to get the elusive baker to even look at him? Now she's talking non-sense, hadn't she told him, “You said you can't have children,” the shock is starting to settle into the man as he looks down at the woman he'd gladly have as his weyrmate.

“No K'dor. I said I shouldn't have children. There's a big difference between can't and shouldn't,” Ravene at just a hair over five foot looks up at the rider she's come to love. Even the blue dragon he's bonded too would have understood that distinction, maybe?

“So, if you are I'm not taking you Between. Women have children all the time. Why are you so afraid?” K'dor is truly clueless, and this only gets the petite woman to scowl at him. Afraid? That's actually putting it mildly, “Ravene, I won't take you. Whatever it is, we can handle this. I promise,” K'dor can't help looking confused.

“You dim-glowed fool! If I carry this pregnancy I will die!” okay, maybe now Ravene's the one that misunderstood the healers way back when. All she knows is that she was warned never to try again for a child of her own.

He can't help but stare at the woman he has come to love before K'dor is bursting out laughing, “Ravene, you won't die. My mum was a midwife and she would say that every woman swore she was dieing before the baby was actually born,” the solid punch to the side from Ravene leaves him speechless as he watches Ravene run off. Was she crying? Why would she be crying? She'd told him the best news since he'd Impressed Kuloth. What had he said? Should he go after her?

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