Seven Months After ;; Ilayria

[maiwolf]

B’oone couldn’t believe it had been seven months. The man had been Weyrleader for seven months. He could track the time two ways, one by Astoth’s clutch and the dragonet’s growth. The other was Ilayria. Ilayria was seven months pregnant, or about there.

Thoguh he didn’t like to admit it, he thought Ilayria looked worse every day. She wasn’t working—at least as far as he knew—but she was getting very pregnant. If it were up to him, he’d have her lying in bed every day. But he knew Ilayria would not do that. She was Ilayria, she would not do that (unless, of course, a Healer magically told her to do so). He had given up on that battle before it had even started… before he’d even known she was pregnant. He supposed that was how Bree looked (back to the fact that she looked like a whale) before she had Manna, but this was B’oone’s first child.

At elast Ilayria loved him. That meant everything.

He had just gotten back from wing practice. He was putting away Brennanth’s riding gear when he felt a pang of anxiety in his stomach. His handsome features twisted into a scowl. He did not need to be pregnant to feel at least some of what Ilayria felt. ‘Dragon,’ B’oone seemed to gasp out in his mind, ‘How is Ilayria?’ B’oone didn’t understand how Ilayria could wait.

Brennanth, who was sunning himself in his Weyr, waiting for B’oone to come back out, snorted. The same as she was five minutes ago, and before that. You know Target would never lie.

B’oone shook his head, willing the anxiety to go away. ‘Was this what M’oone felt like before Manna was born?’ He asked himself, though Brennanth heard it, too. Maybe, but this is you.

[/b] The Bronze swiveled his head toward His. B’oone was bending over the sink-depression in the rock, feeling nauseous. Come, human. We shall go see your mate.[/b] B’oone looked up and a hopeful expression came over his face. He knew he was probably overreacting, but Ilayria was so close! She would have his baby soon!

‘Alright, Brennanth. Alert Astoth, please.’ B’oone said as he vaulted onto his Bronze. Brennanth seemed to roll his eyes, Ilayria will know we’re coming because of Target, but I will tell Astoth.[/b] To Astoth, Brennanth announced, My lovely queen, I and my rider are coming. Mine wants to know how his mate is.[/b]

Brennanth touched down at Astoth’s Weyr, and B’oone slid off. He was suddenly nervous. Brennanth pushed his rider toward his mate’s Weyr opening with his head. She won’t bite. ‘Good advice.’ B’oone thought as he moved into the weyr and called softly, “Ilayria?” At his call, Target appeared from nowhere, chirping excitedly. “Hey, Target, where’s Illie?”

Brennanth, meanwhile, nuzzled his mate. Lovely Astoth, how are you?[/b]
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[stolenhart]

Now that Astoth was off the sands, Ilayria had been taking better care of herself. It might not appear as such to B'oone but she really was. She spent less time on her feet, sitting down at her desk more often. She didn't lift things in the Lower Caverns anymore and she even had another rider or a few drudges see to Astoth now. A privelage the gold rather liked. Even Arrow was being helpful, relaying messages for Ilayria instead of letting her go up and down the stairs. If Ilayria didn't go to the dining cavern to eat her meals, people would think she had probably died so little was she seen out and about. She'd even had B'oone reassign a brown to the gold wing to oversee it while Ilayria was pregnant.

She's alive, was Astoth's wry comment. She was spread out on the ledge sunning in the rare sunny fall day. She'd put on all the weight she had lost sitting on the sands and was slowly regaining her muscle tone. Being lazy for six months was not conducive to a fighting dragon. She was looking very good.

"In here", came Ilayria's voice from her bathing chamber. "I ummm, yeah I need help", she added sardonically. She sunk too far in the tub of water and couldn't get back out by herself, the tub was just too deep and the worn stone to slippery. She had just been about to send Arrow out for help when Astoth sent her Brennenth's appearance.

Astoth returned the caress of her mate and sighed, folding her wings. I'm alive, she mentally muttered. She was bored just sunning but what other choice did she have?

[maiwolf]

B’oone heard Ilayria’s call, and immediately knew where she was. The man smiled, but the smile was small. He had seen Ilayria (his Ilayria) naked before, and naked and pregnant before. Now he loved her more and more, ever increasing love that he didn’t know if she returned or not. It did not matter, this was Ilayria, his angel, and she was pregnant with his child! B’oone walked toward the bathing chamber, still smiling.

His heart nearly burst with pride and love when he saw her in the bath. She was very large, but that was to be expected. And B’oone couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was his—at least until Astoth rose to fly again. He didn’t know, though, if they could be considered Weyrmates, even for all they had told each other they loved each other. He knew Ilayria was stubborn, and this was a Weyr full of Bronzes that his Brennanth had won against. But he did know that Ilayria had said she’d loved him, and he built his trust on that. B’oone figured that, through no matter what, they could pull through.

B’oone spent only a second looking at her, reveling in her naked beauty before his stomach squirmed. She’s not going to die.

[/b] Brennanth declared. So that was why B’oone had these uneasy qualms! His stomach told him that was true. ‘I know, dragon. Thank you.’

The man drew himself up and walked over to his love. He squatted and leaned forward, kissing her on her forehead and then her nose and then her mouth. He lingered on her mouth, and then drew away, expelling his held breath in near-rapture. He smiled, “I love you.” That was said warmly, lovingly, how he always talked when he stated his love to her.

He slipped into the water (he had taken off his shoes, and this is presuming the bath is big enough for two) and sat before drawing her close to him, naked, pregnant body and all. It was a good thing he was Wingleader, and he’d put the wing through its pace, not himself—therefore, he was not that dirty. He hugged her, and was conscious of her wet body and the water, both making him wet, but he didn’t care.

B’oone just loved to spend the time with Ilayria. He cuddled with her, him in his sopping wet clothes… her, clothes-less.

“My love,” he aid, “How has your day been?”

Brennanth snorted happily. I hope you are still alive, love!
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[stolenhart]

"Mmmm do you now", she murmured drowsily. She had almost been asleep by the time he had started calling for her, the hot water relaxing her sore muscles more than she had anticipated. Arrow wouldn't let her drown but she didn't need to be falling asleep in the tub. "Remember that when this baby comes", she teased him as he slid into the water. That woke her up. "B'oone dear, if you haven't noticed your clothes are still on", she teased him as she found herself pulled into his arms.

In his arms, her favorite place to be. "Long and boring. Every five minutes Astoth complains about being grounded, about being bored, of being hot or cold. Then of course going up and down steps is harder than should be and this belly is always getting in the way. I can't ven sit up to my desk anymore and", she started sobbing into his shoulder from the onrush of hormones and emotions. "I feel like a fat wherry", she cried.

Oh great he's started the flood again, Astoth sent to Brennanth. The gold wasn't feeling particularly sympathetic to her rider but then Astoth and Ilayria were not a sympathetic pair anyway. I am going to eat your's for that, she muttered, laying her head across her mate's shoulders. Now that her clutch had Hatched, Astoth's shows of affection were becoming few and far between as if she were distancing herself from the bronze. It wasn't her fault, she just didn't remember why the bronze was hanging around her anymore.

[maiwolf]

B’oone had realized he was still in his clothes. “Are they really?” He asked sarcastically. They were weighing him down. If he didn’t know how to swim, and if he’d been in deeper water, they may have acted like an anchor. But now… well now they were small nuisances. At least his shoes were off. That’d make his feet all pruny, and he would have needed new shoes. This way he would save something.

He hugged her gently, aware that her large stomach was pushing into him. He didn’t know how much force it took to send her into premature labor. He didn’t want to figure it out. “I bet that’s boring.” He knew how it was to be stuck and do nothing. “I could carry you everywhere.” He teased, knowing full well that that would not work out.

Then, when she started crying, he guessed one of two things, and both were probably true. One, Ilayria was becoming bored beyond all reason, and there was nothing to do, and two, she really was missing being skinny. Again he hugged her, and then he had an idea. “I’m fairly sure the Healer said something about being able to swim in the lake still. We could go do that?” The lake reduced the weight on her.

Brennanth huffed, and nuzzled Astoth. This was a rare affection-form. Brennanth loved it. Be my guest.

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"Don't get sarcastic mister, or you can get out of the tub", she retorted staring up at him out of bloodshot and tear filled eyes. "I'm too fat for you to carry me everywhere, we'd both end up in bed", she cried at his next statement. "And it's too cold to go swimming in the lake which is why I am in the tub", she added wiping at her face. "I'm sorry just sometimes I start crying for no good reason and then I feel like I am an idiot for crying. I'm so tired of being pregnant. I'm tired of being tired", she muttered, moving back to her side of the tub.

"And it's all your fault", she glared at him, though blue eyes twinkled with humor. "I didn't ask for this, noooooo but you had to go and seduce me into bed and now look at me. It's all your fault, I demand you go get me a tart", she ordered him, "In your wet clothes and barefooted", she added with a saucy smile. "Go on, shoo", she waved her hands at him. Arrow landed on the tub and chirped at B'oone himself, telling him to shoo off.

"Astoth would like to talk with you as well", Ilayria told him, splashing water towards his face. "Something about eating you", she smiled.

I just thought you should know before I did it, Astoth told her mate airly. She didn't need his permission to do anything, she was the ruler of the Weyr not him.

[maiwolf]

At her retort of him getting out of the tub, he raised an eyebrow. She was going to kick him out soon anyway, whether by yelling at him or telling him to do something or something else of the sort. He knew he wouldn’t get out of his own accord. When she said something about it being too cold, he was about to retort that it was never too cold to go swimming until his sluggish brain realized that what he’d said contradicted her condition. Her crying … he smiled at her, though not because of her crying, and wiped away the tears that still trailed down her face after she’d wiped the rest off. He didn’t know what to say; for he feared whatever he said would make her mad, or would start her crying again.

“All my fault?” He echoed, noting the humor in her eyes. He laughed, “No, my dear love, it was all my dragon’s fault.” But though his eyes stayed joking, his voice grew serious, “Do you not love me?”

Another laugh and he sloshed over to her, squatting over her, “A tart?” He asked jokingly. “Barefooted? You want me to catch a cold as well as a tart?” But he acquiesced. “Alright, fine.” He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead again. “I’ll go get you your tart. Are you going to stay in her and shrivel up like a newborn baby, or do you want me to help you out?”

He stood. The water dripped off of his body in waves at first. Then the steady stream lessened. He quirked an eyebrow at her, “Help you out, or go get the tart?” He made it seem like such a hard decision, though he would help her up before doing anything that even resembled getting her what she fancied, no matter how much she cried about it. “Oh, and remind me not to go near Astoth any time soon.”

Brennanth seemed to shrug as Astoth moved away from him, if only to draw her head back. She was getting more and more distant, but he still loved her all the same. As long as you eat him quickly.

[/b] Brennanth answered warmly. But if Astoth really ate B’oone, Brennanth would die, too. Would Astoth do that? Would Ilayria care if Astoth killed her mate? He hoped so.[/blockquote]

[stolenhart]

"Of course I love you but I am still ill with you", she remarked waving her hands at him so he would know to help her up. "Help me up please and no you don't have to go to the kitchen in your wet clothes. You can change into dry clothes and put some boots on", she told him with a sigh. "As for Astoth she'll only knaw on your foot a little bit, enough to make a point. I think", she gave her more innocent smile. The wet water had made her short hair stand up on end but with her pregnancy glow she was still beautiful.

Well I'll have you cook him first of course. Raw human is a little too raw for me, Astoth replied with a yawn. Of course since Brennanth didn't have any firestone in his stomach so he couldn't cook his rider but she was just spending some energy in a harmless fashion. I don't think I want to eat him anyway, I might get sick