Who

Agertha

What

Agertha tries to have a quiet meal while thinking about things.

When

It is sunset of the fourth day of the fourth month of the eighth turn of the 12th pass. It is the sixty-fourth day of Spring and 82 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.

Where

Living Cavern

OOC Date 28 Jun 2016 04:00

 


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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.


Agertha is seated at a table by herself. She's just reached the start of her second trimester, and not showing any signs of slowing down. She's heard the rumors. No doubt they started after she'd talked with S'ayde. No doubt there were other members of Arroyo closer than she realized, and no doubt she is now fielding questions. Though deep down the wingsecond knows she will have to send word to Th'bek.

With this knowledge there is also the knowledge that eventually she'll have to talk to the man who is the father of her little flight souvigner. Something else she's been doing her level best to keep from having to do. Let's not acknowledge what is true, and maybe it won't happen seems to be Agertha's thinking. « Why does it scare you? » Agertha sighs as she quietly answers, It should scare you my heart. Women die giving birth. It's been known to happen. Though she is young, and she is healthy it's still a nagging fear that she just can't shake. No there had been no complications, she hasn't even felt sick. Only slightly more hungry than usual.

« You won't. Babies are wonderful. Your babies will be wonderful. » Agertha sighs as she looks out of the living cavern where she knows her overly loud lifemate rests in the last of the sun's dieing rays. Such a firm confidence from the variagated green only brings a slight smile, “Agertha?” the voice is familiar, and she freezes at the sound, “Are you?” she turns to look up at Try'stan, and gives a light nod before she says, “I'd rather not talk here, but I promise; we will talk.”

Relectuntantly the bronzerider gives a nod, and walks away. Suddenly Agertha has no appetite left. The meal has lost its appeal, and she hands it off to a random person. She hadn't even touched it, “Not hungry,” she says as she stands and walks out to her lifemate. She'll be back for something to eat, but right now she just wants to be alone.

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