News of an Unexpected Variety

[Samari]

Lothaia and Green Dwarf Pixieth

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Lothaia was in shock. She'd gone in for a check-up after she'd put on some weight, since she had in no way changed her eating habits and was STILL putting on weight. She'd assumed that it would be a simple check-up, and nothing more. Boy how wrong she was.

When she'd told the doctor about some other issues she'd been having lately, she requested to take a blood test. Lothaia had oblidged, albeit slightly confused. She was floored when she learned the real reason for the test. The results determined the cause: she was pregnant.

At first she panicked. What was she going to do? She could always take a simple ride between, but for some reason that thought appalled her. Lothaia placed one hand over her stomach and knew that she could not possibly destroy this life growing within her..She wanted this child, despite the fact that its father would want nothing to do with it..The greenrider felt fiercely protective of the unborn child within her, and would do nothing to jeopardize it. Now how was she going to tell I'nao?

[PhazonDragon]

Placing a slender hand over his chest, a certain bluerider tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths. It had been a couple of sevendays since the Flight, where Zimanrath Caught Pixieth, and I’nao had... He shuddered. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t need to think about it. It was in the past, and though he and Lothaia had been a bit hesitant of talking to each other for the days afterwards, I’nao felt it was time to make things right. Of course, that didn’t make things easier to handle. Inhaling through his nose, the rider held the breath, feeling his rapidly beating heart protesting what he was about to do.

It thumped against his ribcage with a force that threatened to explode, and I’nao’s concentrated breathing wasn’t calming it. Exhaling the held breath through his nose with a low hum, I’nao moved his other hand to the door in front of him. He had been standing quietly outside Lothaia’s weyr, steeling himself for what was to come. Though, he could have sworn she would have been able to hear the crashing of his heart against his ribs. With a grimace, I’nao lifted his hand, curling his fingers together, and knocked on the wood door.

He waited a long moment, in expectation of a voice from inside, but his ears were deaf to everything but the pounding of his blood as it rushed through his ears. The bluerider’s hand moved to grasp the handle of the door, and without realizing it, I’nao was tentatively opening the door, peering in via a small crack, and calling, “Lothaia?” His voice squeaked at the end, which was followed by a surprised ‘eep!’ from I’nao.

“Lothaia?” the rider repeated, “Lothaia? I don’t mean to bother you, but... I just wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings between us? It’s not your fault Zimanrath Caught Pixieth, and I shouldn’t blame you for being a woman... I... Was startled. And surprised. It’s not often Zi wins a Flight, and when he does, it’s usually with a male rider... And well, you can probably see where this is going, but anyway...” I’nao trailed off, forcing his mouth shut with a little bit of difficulty. He was babbling, and he knew it, but he wanted to get all his feelings out before some argument made this whole thing invalid.