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Parents |
Kieran Badb Catha
Cerys Windsinger
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Grandchildren |
Corbin Black
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The room wasn't much, but he hadn't really been expecting alot from the
run down little inn. The bed was small, with a straw stuffed mattress
and thin blankets, and the fireplace was cold with no wood to start a
fire. The only light filtered in from a guttering candle in the
hallway, since the moon didn't seem willing to grace the dirt streaked
window with her light.
"Well isn't this cozy," Ro said in a sarcasm laced tone. Ah well,
he had slept in worse. Lighting a ball of handfire he let it float out
into the center of the room before he closed the door behind them. "As
long as I have you I don't care where I have to sleep," he told his
wife. Pulling Silverthorn up to his chest he rubbed her arms, "Are you
feeling ok? You don't usually get cold easy."
"I'm just a little tired I suppose" Silverthorn said. Giving a quiet
sigh, she rested her head against his shoulder. Sliding her arms around
his waist, she hugged him. Without anyone else to see the barriers came
down and it was possible to see the faint evidence of fatigue in her
eyes. She was fairly sure it was more than just the effects of a long
day though. She didn't usually get tired this fast.
"The room will be fine," she said, lifting her head to look around.
"I've slept in worse places over the years." The elf smiled at him, "I
don't mind where I am if I'm with you anyway though."
Now that they were alone it was perhaps the time to bring up
something that had been bothering her over the past few days. She
wasn't quite sure how to start though. This was odd, she usually could
talk to Ro about anything without any difficulty. This issue was one
she had always had problems with and there was a faint trace of anxiety
in her eyes. Dropping her gaze, her fingers traced random patterns on
his shoulder. "Melda, what would you say if I suggested that our family
might be getting just a little bit bigger in the not too distant
future?" she enquired quietly.
Nothing else really mattered to Y'roden when Silverthorn was in his
arms, and any thoughts of the odd little town they were in had
disappeared the moment she had lain her head on his shoulder. Closing
his eyes Ro kissed the top of her head and held his wife, feeling her
body relax as the shields the Mercenary put up dropped, and she became
his Arianne.
"A little bigger?," he asked. Several thoughts passed through his
head. Perhaps Bran had popped the question to Mira? Maybe they were
taking in another pet? Then her tone hit him and the half-elf blinked.
"That's impossible," he said without thinking, "I'd know." Well it was
true, he had known the instant of conception with his first three.
Tilting Silverthorn's chin up he looked into her jade green eyes for a
moment, a stunned look in his own. "Seriously?" Stepping back a little
Ro placed a hand over his wife's abdomen and closed his eyes, letting
his soul weave into hers. The familiar silver glow of Arianne's spirit
cloaked the emerald green of his own for a moment, the tendrils of
their bond shifting about like the ebbing of a tide. Then there it was,
a glimmer of life that marked the beginning of a new soul.
Startled emerald green eyes slid open, searching Silverthorn's. "You're
with child," he said stupidly, the sudden grin that crossed his face
expressing just how he felt about it. "We're going to have a baby!" Ok,
the entire inn likely heard that, not to mention the whoop the half-elf
let out as he lifted his wife off her feet and spun around.
A glimmer of amusement appeared in Silverthorn's green eyes as
Y'roden stopped spinning and set her down again. "I'm glad you're
pleased, melda" she said softly. She smiled faintly, her fingers
brushing against his cheek. Not that the elf had really doubted that
her husband would be. The half-elf was fond of children and he was a
good, loving father to the three he already had.
Her own feelings were more complicated. It wasn't that she was unhappy
about the idea, it was more that she was uncertain. For most of her
life Silverthorn had lived without any family other than her brother.
She had never expected to marry or have children, her life had seemed
to preclude it. Fionna had been an accident and circumstances at the
time had meant that she had not been a completely happy one. All in
all, the associations that the elf had with pregnancy and motherhood
were those of pain and grief. She was still far from convinced that she
ought to be having any more children. Perhaps she was just one of those
people who were just not cut out for parenthood?
Resting her head on his shoulder again, the elf closed her eyes. Ro
seemed happy and she did not want to spoil his mood with her doubts.
The elf knew that they were mainly due to nerves. Circumstances now
were in no way comparable to what she went through when she had Fionna.
The rational part of her knew that, it was the irrational part that was
proving harder to convince.
Sliding her arms around his waist, she said quietly. "I didn't want
to say anything until I was reasonably certain. That's why I didn't
mention it before."
Y'roden was feeling rather giddy, but at the same time he was
intimately connected to his wife's soul. Silverthorn couldn't hide her
reservations, not from Ro. His smile turned gentle and he cupped her
face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over her cheekbones as he gazed
into her jade hued eyes. "Everything is going to be just fine Arianne,"
he said softly, "We are both going to be around for our son, there are
no difficult choices to make this time around. You are my wife, you
have a home with with me now."
He kept his next thought to himself, she was carrying the heir to the
throne of Corin. The pressure of that thought was the last thing she
needed at the moment. The half-elf couldn't help but thinking that his
father was going to dance for joy though.
As for Ro, he couldn't hide his own pleasure in knowing the woman
he loved was carrying his child. "Gods I love you," he whispered,
"You've made every dream come true." Emerald eyes glittering with
emotion he kissed her softly, "Come on, let's got to bed. You can use
the rest."
For once Y'roden showed a little mercy, fulling intending on letting
Silverthorn sleep, instead of wearing her out with other activities.
The window had been left open and the half-elf moved to close it,
pausing as the first smattering of rain splashed down on the sill.
"That's odd, there wasn't a cloud in the sky earlier... and it
certainly didn't smell like rain." He shrugged, ignoring the clap of
thunder and the lightning that lit his face before he closed the
shutters. Unlacing his shirt Ro pulled it over his head and tossed it
into a rather unstable looking chair before kicking off his boots,
disarming, and crawling into bed with his wife.
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