Beginnings ((Samira's Baby))

[Wolfy]

I.C. Time : 3:57 p.m.

Xenith growled at yet another nurse as she tried to walk into the room in which her Rider and her little one was temporarily quarantined. No one but the older Japanese midwife and the young American doctor was allowed to go in, on the Gold's own orders. Not even Jackaloth's Tamahome. The nurse paled and hurried in a different direction.

Sam had been in there for hours, and pain had finally stopped flowing through their mind-bond. Now there was exhaustion and a new noise inside: a loud, wailing cry that did not belong to anything the Queen had ever heard. She listened hard and even prodded at the thing with her thoughts; all that did was make it wail louder. Finally, Sam had explained. Darling, that's my baby making so much noise. He is loud, isn't he? she added after a moment, happiness radiating out from her.

Slowly, the cries faded from hearing.

Samira? My heart? What is happening?[/color] Xenith asked in alarm as she listened to the fading whimpers. Is all well?[/color]

The girl laughed. He's sleeping, Xenith. And drinking. Where is...? Xenith did not need her to finish the thought. Slowly backing away from her stubborn, dangerous guarding of the door, Xenith allowed a hovering doctor and the nurse she had scared away to enter. She turned enough to see the Weyrleader, and nudged him toward the door.

[FaizahPandora]

Needless to say, Tamahome had been pacing just outside the door. Xenith hadn't let him enter, which he didn't blame the gold for. But he was anxious to see Samira, to make sure she was alright. He was also nervous to see their child...

Jackaloth had gone sunning just outside, seemingly unconcerned about his rider's impending fatherhood. But upon the knowledge that Tamahome would be able to enter, Jackaloth lifted his scarred head. He silently assured Tamahome that he was with him.

Tamahome chuckled slightly as Xenith nudged him forward. But he quickly entered behind the doctor and nurse. As soon as he was in the room he strained to be able to look over the doctor. It was quiet, where as just a few minutes before the sound of a crying baby was heard even outside the room. Had the baby fallen asleep? Was Samira okay? All these questions and more flooded through his mind.

He approached the bed, smiling as he saw Samira holding a baby wrapped in a blue blanket. A bottle was in her hand, and the baby seemed to be asleep. He silently sighed in relief. Everything looked fine.

"How are you feeling, Samira?" He asked, his voice slightly gruff with emotion.

[Wolfy]

Sam looked as she felt; that is, exhausted and worn ragged. Twinges of pain shook her frame from time to time, but other than that, she was fine. Just to prove it, she smiled slightly as she listened to the rustly of leathery dragon hide move away from the door and the hurried footsteps that quickly followed.

"He will be a beautiful boy," the midwife murmured quietly as she deposited the babe in his mother's waiting arms. "Gently now." With a last whimper, the boy began to suck on the bottle held carefully by his lips.

The door rushed open, showing another doctor, another young nurse, and the face Samira had been waiting to see: Tamahome.

"How are you, Samira?" he asked, voice wavering slightly. He looked worn himself, and his eyes were swimming with emotion.

"Tired," she replied with a yawn. "But alive and happy." She eyed him for a few moments before smiling a full smile. "Come here. You need to see him, and we have to think of a name." There was a chair beside the thin bed, large and wooden. She motioned to it, and sat up a little straighter to let the thick, fluffy pillows fall behinds her.

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome smiled at her comment, then moved up to the chair she motioned at. He couldn't help himself when he got close. Before taking a seat he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Samira's head. Then he sat, leaning forward to look at the baby that was his child.

His son...

The thought made him smile. He had a son. He was a father... Something that was common with dragonriders, but a path in life he had never imagined for himself. But sitting there now, looking at his son and his mother, Tamahome wouldn't have traded it for the world.

"Are we naming him by Pernese tradition or Earthian tradition?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Never had he felt so emotional as he did now. And it was a good emotional. He was happy about being a father, relieved that Samira and the baby were okay, and proud in the both of them. Now he understood how his parents must have felt.

[Wolfy]

Samira snorted. Name the child in the Pernese Weyr fashion? "Oh, yes, his name is Tamiran. Sure," she said, crossing her eyes and chuckling. "Perhaps a mix of both? Most children here have two or more names, right? First could be an Earthian fashioned name, the second could be that. If you agree, that is."

Truthfully, she had never really understood the point of the Weyr tadition of using a parent's syllables in the naming of thier child. What if a couple had more than one child together? What then? Besides, she liked Earthian names.

The baby had stopped drinking from the bottle, and Samira put it aside and gently thumped his back until a bubble escaped from his lips. He whimpered again before settling down for a deeper sleep. She glanced at Tamahome, and back down for a few long moments before speaking. " Hold out your arms," she commanded him. "You do want to hold him, right?"

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome laughed slightly at Samira's reaction to a Pernese style name. He hadn't thought much about it, but it did sound funny when she put it that way. But he nodded when she asked about if Earthians often had more than one name. He attempted to explain.

"Most people do have more than one name. Atleast two, usually. In Japan we have a given name, and then a surname. In America, however, they have a given name, a surname and then as many as four middle names. I never understood the point of having a middle name. But if you would like we could name him in the American tradition." He said.

He watched fondly as Samira finished feeding the baby, then burped him. The baby whimpered slightly before falling into a deeper sleep. Samira and he remained silent for a few more moments. But Samira caught him off guard when she suddenly told him to hold out his arms, asking if he wanted to hold their son.

The man actually paled slightly, his electric blue eyes casting a scared look at Samira before flicking down to look at his son. "I don't want to drop him. I've never held a baby before..." He admitted quietly.

[Wolfy]

"You won't drop him. I first held a baby, my little sister, when I was maybe twelve. I never once dropped her! And you won't drop your own son." Outside, Xenith growled her agreement as she turned toward her mate, urging him to agree as well. "Come on! While he's still asleep."

Finally, after a few more prompts, she managed to empty her arms of the bundle.

"Names, names, names," she muttered to herself. "I pity those with enormous families. They have to think of so many names! How can Americans think of three or more names? One or two names are hard enough." She sighed as she watched the nervous, scared man and thier child. She smiled at the sight: a Dragonman, scared of a newborn.

"What is your surname?" she asked suddenly. Her arms were crossed before her, her hazel eyes still on the pair of them.

((No muse whatsoever. Sorry!))

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome ended up holding his son. He was still nervous, afraid he was going to drop him, but he believed in Samira. And she believed he wouldn't drop the baby...

"What is your surname?" He heard her ask.

Tamahome looked up. "Harumi." He answered softly. He smiled down at his sleeping son, relaxing slightly. The baby boy seemed to have inherited Samira's blonde hair, which felt like silk with it's softness.

Tamahome wondered what name would fit the baby boy in his arms. Not an American name, that was for sure. Something like Alex or Jack just didn't seem to fit at all. He wanted a name for his son that sounded right, but at the same time that meant something. Suddenly, a name came to him, with a memory from his grandfather.

"What about Hiroto for a name?" Tamahome asked, recalling the story his grandfather had told him when he was a child. He looked up at Samira with a small smile on his face.

[Wolfy]

"Hiroto...." Samira mused, thinking. "Hiroto sounds like a fine name. Hiroto Tamiran Harumi." She her face lit slowly into a bright, sunny smile.

It was almost like the enormity of everything finally dawned on her, and she had only just recognized everything that had happened since Xenith's Flight. She began to laugh, eyes lighting with pride and love toward the two males within the room. She leaned forward precariously, kissing the Brownrider on the cheek.

"I guess I'll have to get used to frowns," she added as she glanced out of the temporarilly open door at Xenith, who sat with a reproachful stance as she listened in on the conversation and laughing, and then down at Hiroto, w was waking from her high, tinkling laughter.

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome looked up at Samira with confusion as she started laughing. He had heard her say Hiroto sounded like a fine name, and he did have to admit he liked the way the entire name sounded. But he wondered why she had suddenly burst out laughing.

"What do you mean, get used to frowns?" He asked in confusion as he heard her statement.

Tamahome noticed his son waking up then, and held the infant a little closer to his body. As the baby opened his eyes, even just the small slit that was open, Tamahome could see that his son had inherited his vibrant blue eyes. He smiled a little more, looking up at Samira.

"We have a beautiful child." He murmured to her.

[Wolfy]

"Yes, we do, don't we?" she murmured as she leaned in for a better look at her son. He had opened his eyes a tiny bit, just enough to see his blue eyes. His eyes were the exact shade of his father's, she was pleased to note. Samira laid a small, slight hand on the arms cradling him, looking up at Tamahome. "I wish my father could see him. I think he always thought I was too frail to have any children, like Mother. I'm proud to have proved him wrong!"

Porli winged in from outside, humming at the sight of the child as she sent pictures of eggs hatching to HerHeartMother, andpictures os Kiolie as she had seen from Samira's point of view. Landing on the end of the bed, she watched wonderingly as the boy began to frown almost fiercely as he struggled to focus on his father's close-by face.

Samira only glanced as the gold-like Green for a moment before turning her gaze back to Hiroto and Tamahome. If Porli was here, Keno wasn't far behind, and maybe even Tamahome's fair would be along. They should see the baby in order to understand. Porli already did, it seemed.

"I'm wanting to get out of here," she said as she yawned widely. "I was to go to bed and sleep for a few hours."

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome frowned slightly. "I think women usually stay in the hospital for a day or two before returning home from having a baby..." He said.

Not far behind Porli's entrance, Tamahome's own green came winging into the room. Cue chirped at Tamahome before landing on the counter beside him. At her chirp the younger flits, brown Akatsuki and blue Catnip, came in with obvious enthusiasm. Tamahome rolled his eyes at their antics, shrieking and chasing each other as only siblings did. With a glare an a mental command at the two of them, they settled down near Cue.

The green preceeded to extend her wings over them, as if they were her hatchlings.

[Wolfy]

Samira could not help but roll her eyes at Tamahome's comment. "Weyrleader, I am approximately ten steps away from a Healer here anyway. Besides, I feel fine, and, I think, so does Hiroto. And of course I'll bring him in here again whenever I'm supposed to."

Keno glided in as if he had not a care in the world. Eying his sons carefully, the bronze landed on Sm's pillows. Porli stretched out on her legs, still humming sweetly.

"I think they like him," Sam said with a smile.

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome was torn. While he knew what Samira said was true, he wasn't sure she should go back to her weyr just yet. He wanted the doctor to atleast release her before she attempted to leave the Infimiry. Not to mention, there were worse things outside the Infirmiry than possibly sickness.

Like Aurora...

The last thing Tamahome wanted happening was Aurora to approach Samira. Especially with Aurora being pregnant and Samira having just had a baby. Neither woman would be patient with the other, and Aurora wasn't patient to begin with. In fact, Tamahome didn't know why Aurora wasn't here now...

He sighed though, turning to Samira with worried blue eyes. "Will you at least allow the doctor to make sure you're okay to leave, before doing so?" He asked.

[Wolfy]

Samira's will softened as she watched Tamahome's fears and worries play across his face. She could guess what his worries were about. "I would, but I'll stay here if you want me to," she said softly.

She had no wish to go up against Aurora right then. She was exhausted, and would have little to no patience if she said something snotty. Frankly, she had no wish to go up against Aurora until she had her child. Maybe after that, but not before.

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome shrugged. "If the doctor releases you, then I don't mind. But I don't want Aurora to confront you..." He muttered.

He imagined he knew why she wasn't here now. Lately Aurora had been more subtle in her attacks, and he hoped that she would continue to leave Samira and Hiroto alone. Even Faith had been oddly calm and un-arguementative. Tamahome was ready though.

This was just the calm before the storm...

[Wolfy]

((I have run out of muse for this thread. Shall we end it?))

[FaizahPandora]

((Certainly. I have run out of muse as well.))