Post by Flame on Sept 30, 2011 22:08:11 GMT -8
Long blond hair was falling down her black as she carried her baby to the dining hall. It was the first time she’d actually gone to the dining hall to eat with her baby. Which she was extremely proud of. She was happy. Really happy. X’lan had been worried about the birthing process, but besides loosing more blood than normal, and being exhausted she was fine. Well now she wasn’t so exhausted, but he still refused to let her help. This was her Weyr! She only had to look at her daughter to know X’lan was right. Didn’t mean she wasn’t frustrated. She looked down at the baby in her sling. After only a few weeks little light blond hair was on her small head, and she had her father’s dark brown eyes. Lokin loved them both.
She stepped into the Dining Hall for breakfast. She was thankful it was almost noon. No one was around, and she could eat in peace. She smiled at the server, and waited for her food. Which seemed to be full of eggs and other such… body building foods. Veggies. She gave the server a long look. ”Sorry Ma’am. I’m under orders from the Healer that if you were to come down to make sure you ate good food.” the man said. She nodded. ”Well thank you.” she couldn’t be upset. The bronze flit popped into being next to her, and settled on her shoulder. He twittered down at the sleeping baby. ”She’s beautiful. It’s nice to know the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman get along well.” he said to her. She smiled a little, and he grinned back. She was a happy person, and that was good for the weyr.
The twin queens were eating outside, their hides bright in the winter sun as they ate. A storm was on it’s way, and the twins were enjoying warmth. Between the two of them they ruled well, on the highest heights each with a large cow next to them. They were content. Athenath watched the weyrlings below, the green Xen, and her rider Shannon watching over them as they went through a lesson. There were candidates also watching, taking their own lesson with the green mirrath and her rider Lilliana, and her three year old son, Lilion, who was currently playing with his flit and watching. Dianath didn’t think he’d make rider, but he’d do great things. At least in her mind he would, but it was to early to tell. The boy was smart, much to smart for just a rider. She liked him. And his flit, Hero.
Lokin could feel their contentment. Athenath was happy that her clutch was doing so well! She couldn’t wait to rise and have another. Thread was falling to the far east, just on the edge of the land, Silver Wing had gone to deal with it, taking Tarith out of the Weyr for now. But only one wing would be needed. It was mostly going to fall on the water. Lokin smiled as she sat down at the Weyrleaders table, crading her baby close for a second. She then started to eat, relaxing.
STATUS # He he.
FEATURING # People
ATTIRE # Dress, Baby Sling
WORD COUNT # Somethin’
NOTES # stuff
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0