evka, Daenerys


Reveka and Daen talk about the baby, and hit the re-start button

Backscened: Happens a few days before Daenerys impresses


-- On Pern --
It is 5:50 PM where you are.
It is sunset of the tenth day of the seventh month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the seventieth day of Summer and 115 degrees. A strong, dry wind blows across the desert that raises and carries along a massive cloud of sand that obscures Rukbat and drowns Igen in darkness. Visibility is reduced to nothing as sand pelts the weyr. Torrents of sandy wind lashes exposed skin, and grits in the eyes and nose of anything that dares to brave the elements.
In Southern:
It is the seventieth day of Winter and 42 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the winter rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the seventieth day of Winter and 7 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Igen Weyr Living Caverns

OOC Date 22 Mar 2018 06:00


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"They'll be hatching soon, I bet."


Igen Weyr Living Caverns

Brightly lit by a regimented march of strung glow-globes,Igen's busy living caverns are cut of the same exotic limestone design that frequents the bazaar without. Tapestries line the tops of the walls, one for each of Igen's wings, past and present; beneath them, skybroom tables litter the floors in scattered profusion. Some of the wicker chairs have seen better days, but most of the worst offenders have long-ago been replaced. The seemingly random placement of furniture, however, at closer inspection yields a sort of cross-shape of negative space. The northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns are owned by the kitchen's buffet, food-laden thrice daily in regimented shifts by busy bakers from the curtained southern entrance to the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside; westerly lies the large doors leading down into the bowels of the weyr itself.

Reveka has been inside too long today, it's been fun seeing the home where her child will live come to life for him or her. She rubs her hand over her swollen belly as she makes her way to the living caverns. She'd love to go home for a meal, but she still can't stomach the smell of the curry. And so, she heads for the weyr food, having found she likes it just as much as the food from home. She heads straight for the sideboards where there is tea, salad and boiled eggs.

Home is where the heart is? Or whatever the archaic saying is. Meanwhile, Daenerys is munching methodically when it happens: he sees Reveka, getting herself some food and looking very, very pregnant indeed. The fork halts, is reversed back to his plate without a second thought. He calls out, "Reve?" His tone is so hopeful, so welcoming. What? He's missed her!

Reveka i0s not sure she heard something at first, but she looks up and around anyway. And then, her eyes land on Daenerys and she flushes, knowing now, who'd called her name. SHe hadn't been able to respond to his letter yet and she's sure he thinks she's ignoring him. She isn't. Words are just harder these days. She gathers up a salad and an egg and her tea and makes her way over because she can't avoid him now, and doesn't really want to. Though she does seat herself across from him, allowing for some space between them. "Heya, Daen…" She smiles at him, though there's a hint of nervousness there trying to cover the affection welling up there. Her hand lands on her belly after tucking her hair behind her ears.

Daenerys's eyes land on her belly, lingeing for a long moment before he redirects his gaze to her eyes. And he doesn't try to hide his affection at all. One does not cease to have affection for friends and lovers because one might get a dragon! That she hasn't been able to answer his letter is of only mild concern — it certainly took him long enough to write it, and longer still to send it. "Not much longer, now, is it? How are you? Are you comfortable in this heat?" He asks — so many questions, so little time!

Reveka is used to the staring by now, it's usually the first thing people do. Even her own mother had stared gape jawed when last she saw her. So, she sips her tea and sighs softly while Daen takes his look, besides, it's his child, he should get a look. She shakes her head when he mentions there not being much time left. "No, a few sevens is all." And by a few, she means six to eight, but who's counting, right? wrong. Reveka counts every moment. Being heavy pregnant in an Igenese summer, not so much fun. "I'm doing alright, Igraine and A'lira take good care of me. And they had a nursery built for the babe." She sips her tea a but more. "And no, I'm wretchedly miserable in this heat, but what can be done? I swim in the lake when I can."

Well, that much relieves Daenerys more than anything. "Did you know he was a Healer? Before he Impressed?" Apparently the trader-turned-candidate has been thinking, and thinking hard, about his lover's painful time among the Traders, with her parents. "Oh, Reve… I'm glad you're here and not there. They, at least, will see you well cared for. And… I can rest a little easier knowing you're in good hands." As for the heat of summer while carrying a child, he shudders. "It does seem especially cruel, now, doesn't it?"

Reveka nods and begins to eat. "I did, Igraine mentioned it, when I moved in. I'm glad too, but I miss my yurt. And I wasn't uncared for at home, Willimina made sure I was comfortable enough. I just couldn't stand Mama's glares and Papa's silence. Though I doubt that will end even after Igraine takes the babe." She laughs and nods at Daen's last, and couldn't agree more. And for once, she relaxes, just being in Daen's company makes her feel better, even if they can't be more than friends at the moment, friends who accidentally made a baby, but friends nonetheless. She misses him, deeply, and it shows in ways, like the way she looks at him now. "They'll be hatching soon, I bet." She says of the clutch on the sands.

"I know," Daenerys says softly, after nibbling on a bit of a tuber in thoughtful silence. "It's just… I worried about the stress. What it was doing to you, being under that all the time. At least with you here, they can't make their disapproval as felt." And she doesn't have to look at them and deal with their backwards attitudes. And, more selfishly, he can look at her, still, and watch as she gets closer to the time. It thrills him subtly, to know this child is his. His slow grin is all for her, though. He misses her too, as a friend and.. other things. "I wish they'd hurry. Being cramped in the Barracks with rules like a child is… stressful. Oh, I get why they do it," He laughs softly. "It still makes me long for the freedom of my yurt. Or yours."

Reveka sighs and nods. “It was stressful. It still is, a little. I know it's for my own health, and the health of the babe, and it was my choice to go… but sometimes it feels like I'm being hidden away until my ‘mistake’ is no longer so visible.” Of course she doesn't think of the babe as a mistake, she's actually never once thought that. Not being on the herbs was a mistake. Perhaps not taking Daenerys up on his offer of marriage had been a mistake. But she'd never once thought of the babe itself as one. She regrets not being older, and not being in a place to raise it, but she loves it for being here, for coming into her life, even if she can't be in it's life. “They'll come when it's time Daen, and not a moment sooner.” A fact she's come to terms with in her own pregnancy, no matter how much she wishes it were over. It's hot and miserable being heavy pregnant in the desert, the birth couldn't come sooner. She blushes when he talks of missing her yurt. “About that Daen…I think we should talk.”

“I can see how you'd feel that way.” Daenerys says after due consideration. It does have the ring of burying the “shame” of bearing a child, one not born “properly”. He sighs, softly. People are ridiculous. “Yeah, so I keep reminding myself…” But he misses her! When she says they have to talk, blushing all the while, he goes still, very still. “What's wrong, Reve?”

Reveka sips at her tea and feels a bit guilty for. Her wording when Daen goes still, but, this is something better said in person than in some letter. “I think, that when all this,” She waves at her belly and Daen's candidate knot, “whether you impress or no, that we should start over. Maybe, try to do things the right way?” She sighs. “I just… .everything was such a whirlwind after we started sleeping together and I'm still not ready for marriage. I want to try taking things a bit slower… if that's OK?” She looks doe eyed up at Daen, her eyes pleading with him. “I love you, but I realised, we don't really know each other as much as we should…” And Reveka doesn't know how Daen is going to feel after he impresses and bonds with his dragon, if that happens, and she truly wishes it does happen for him. But for her, she has to be prepared either way things go and taking things slower would mean they might just make it through, and if they don't, it will hurt less, or so she thinks.

Oh. That's the sensible thing to do, isn't it. Daenerys settles back, food forgotten as he thinks over her suggestion — that doe-eyed look certainly does funny things to him — and can find no reason to object. “So no falling directly into the nearest empty bed as soon as we can do it?” He teases her gently, then chuckles softly. “Seriously, I think you're right. We do need to know each other outside of a bed. And I love you too, Reve. You know that, right?”

Reveka seems relieved when Daen agrees with their taking a step back and starting over, despite his blush inducing tease. She misses that too, but that's the very activity that led to her current situation. She nods at his declaration of love, his letters and concern over her have proved that well enough. “I know.” She fidgets with the food on her plate for a moment before actually digging into it. If she doesn't eat now, she'll regret it later. And she's definitely more hungry now that the stressful parts of her recent thoughts are laid to rest.

“Good.” Daenerys is well satisfied with this talk of theirs — it means he gets to spend more time with her in the future. “So, lovely dancer, tell me how the trip went? Was there a lot of good trading going on?” Some small part of him keeps wanting to ask more… paternal questions, like: Has the baby kicked yet, or somesuch. But it would probably raise some eyebrows around the Caverns. “Oh, and has Willamina had her baby yet?” That much, at least, he already knows is a thing — he’s gotten news from various Trader-y sources!

“The trip went well enough, I spent most of it with Igraine. Learned a thing or two hanging ‘round the healer’s tents.” Reveka chuckles. “I can do stitches now, had quite a few of those coming in throughout the rodeo. Trade was as good as it always is on a long trip.” Reveka doesn’t take long to inhale her meal, doing so in a manner of minutes. Making babies is hungry work! “Willimina did, and it was babies. Twin girls.” She smiles and runs her hand over her belly again, rewarded with one of those kicks Daen wants to ask about and giving a slight “Ooof.” in response.

Daenerys begins to eat again, for the food is tasty and he is hungry, in the way all young men are always hungry. “Huh, I bet! All that running around…” Waaait a minute. “Babies, plural?” He looks almost horrified by the idea of multiple infants coming out of one person, staring blankly at Reveka for a long moment. “Wow. That’s… a lot of babies at once.” And then, he blinks again, eyeing Reveka’s belly almost suspiciously before he asks, “Are you okay?”

Reveka nods. “Aye I’m alright, the babe kicked…” She smiles a bit at Daen, though it’s limned with just a bit of sadness. She really does miss him. SHe chuckles when Daen exclaims over the twins. “There’s an Armida woman that’s had four sets of them. One isn’t so bad.”

“And we’re sure there’s only one in you, right?” Daenerys asks, squinting at Reveka teasingly. Because finding out there is a whole litter in there would be enough to make Daenerys faint. Not at all a dignified thing to do! He smiles a little, wondering. His kid’s in there — kicking. And possibly making Reveka very uncomfortable. “Wow. I never thought I’d… be waiting for a child of mine to be born, you know. And wondering what it feels like when a baby kicks.. Although I’m sure it doesn’t feel good to have someone using your belly as a beanbag.”

Reveka chuckles and shakes her head. “Just one, as far as I know.” As for being used as a kicking post, well, she shrugs. “It’s not so bad, just little thumps here and there. Sometimes it’s in an inconvenient spot, but not too often.” Reveka sighs and looks around. “I should probably get home.” Sitting with Daen like this is just too much of a temptation, and she wonders if it’s the same for him. “I’m glad to see you doing well my cat.” She stands with a little grunt, hand going to the small of her back. “Keep yourself out of trouble now, y’hear?” She moves back towards the entrance, but stops to lay a hand on Daen’s shoulder before she goes.

It’s all Daenerys can do to remain obedient to the rules when all he wants is to curl up with Reveka and talk baby for the rest of the night. “And I am glad to see you beginning to relax and believe, Reveka.” He rises, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” Across the bowl, with many eyes upon them — including the horde of firelizards and a dragon at the entrance to A’lira’s weyr — there is no possible way something… untoward might happen. Besides, Daenerys has learned the fine art of self-control, which he puts to good use even when it kills him.

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