I'd Really Like To Do This

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 1st March 2019

Characters: Erivana, K'yne
Description: Erivana tells K'yne her decision.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 5 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Saibra, Onnyth

K'yne

It had taken a couple days after talking to Saibra before she could
bring herself to do it, but Erivana had finally spoken to her mother,
and had gotten exactly what she expected - a moralizing,
holdbred-idea-full lecture. That was perhaps an unfair way of looking
at it, but it had truly been lot of words on all the reasons why she
should keep the child. How even though she had Seryth and Threadfall
to worry about, well she could still have the child and fuss over it
in the creche and be involved. How it was just going to be marvelous
and Eridhiya regretted none of her own decision to have Erivana and
how motherhood was just sublime. How on a practical note, continuing a
dragonriding bloodline was a good plan because having a lot of
weyrbred children around as rider candidates was important.

On a certain level, it had almost made Erivana not _want_ to carry the
child. To assert that unlike her mother, Searched from a Hold where
she'd been _expected_ to be a broodmare, Erivana was a weyr girl
through and through, who could make her own decisions about her body
and her life. She could have a child any time! Next Turn or the Turn
after. Why did she have to do it right out of weyrlinghood? She didn't
want to be a holder girl who might have had three by now...

But going /between/ to end the pregnancy just to rebel against her
mother's obvious enthusiasm was a childish, petty thing to do. So
Erivana had ignored the conversation and spent the next sevenday
trying to keep her life as normal as possible, like performing drills
as best she could. The nausea had been getting worse in the mornings,
but Saibra's tip about the crackers had helped, and she'd been able to
focus her way through, only once being so distracted by the nausea
that she'd had to have Seryth ask Onnyth if they could be excused
early so she could go vomit.

She took her time. And once she'd gotten over being angry at her
mother, and after she'd quietly spoken to a friend of hers who had
gone /between/ twice to handle pregnancies, and after she'd taken time
to visit the creches of Dragonsfall and hold a few small children, she
finally thought she knew what _she_ wanted. Not anyone else.

So Seryth reached out to Arinoth. }:My rider wishes to speak to yours.
Should she come by yours' weyr or do yours wish to come to ours or
would somewhere else be better?:{

}:He is on his way to your weyr.:{ Arinoth confirmed as he turned his
head toward the green's ledge.

K'yne had been busy with Wingsecond duties all day, and was dressed
sharper than normal since he'd had some business outside of
Dragonsfall to attend to. He'd thought a lot about Erivana since the
day she'd told him that she was pregnant. Often he had battled between
the desire to reach out to her and see what she was thinking, or to
keep silent and give her space so that she didn't think he was
pressuring her. In the end, the latter had won out. He hoped it had
been the right decision on his part.

He smoothed his hair down with a hand as he walked to her weyr. In his
black riding pants and tailored black jacket he cut a lean, trim
figure, which probably just fueled the rumors about him being broody
and grumpy.

"Erivana?" he asked as he pushed the flap aside that led to her inner weyr.

She was sitting in a rocking chair that had clearly seen better days,
scuffed up and with only half of one arm, with a small table beside it
with a covered platter. She practically jumped up off it when he came
in, causing it to rock back and forth and creak.

"K'yne. Hi. I hope you didn't rush over," she said almost shyly.

"I was leaving my office when Seryth spoke to Arinoth," he told her,
leaning against the entryway rather than entering completely. He'd
forgotten how small some greenrider weyrs could be, especially the
ones given to the newly graduated.

"You can come in. I know it's kind of cramped." Because it was tiny.
It had the chair, the wardrobe, the table, and the bed. And when she
opened her wardrobe door, it _hit_ the chair. She almost never had
guests over for that reason. "And sit on the bed or the chair,
whichever you'd rather..."

K'yne opted for the chair, hoping it would hold him, since it looked a
bit questionable. He perched on the piece of furniture and ignored the
creak. "It reminds me of my first weyr," he said honestly.

"And here I thought brownriders got second only to bronzeriders. I
mean Arinoth's a good size right?" She delivered that perfectly
seriously.

"Heh," he chuckled. "Oh Arinoth's ledge and couch were plenty big for
him, it was my side of the weyr that was tiny."

"Ah, yes. Sometimes I think if I just dragged the mattress to Seryth's
side and slept against her I'd have more space... Did you ever do
that?"

"No, but it's not a bad idea." He remembered napping with Arinoth when
they'd been weyrlings, back before the brown had gotten so large.

"At River Bluff it would have been fine, but here I guess it's a bit
cold for it, on snowy nights..." She was beating around the bush and
she knew it. She looked at him, intending to get serious, but then her
eye caught on his outfit and how nicely that jacket fit and blurted
out, "You look really nice in that."

A hand automatically went to his coat, "Oh, thank you, I had to do
some visits outside of the Weyr today." He said this as an
explanation, since he was typically in the leathers he wore for
wingdrills. K'yne could tell that she was working up to the real
reason he was here, but he didn't want to push her to say it, even if
the suspense was eating him alive.

"I didn't know you had to go outside of the Weyr much. You should tell
me about that sometime, if you want, like, your duties and stuff..."
She trailed off again.

}:Just say it,;{ Seryth said, sending waves of support and crooning
from her weyrledge loud enough it echoed into the weyr.

"We might be seeing a lot of each other, because I'm going to keep the
baby," she blurted out.

Some tension left K'yne's shoulders and there seemed to be more light
in his blue eyes, "You are sure then?" He felt obligated to make sure.

She nodded. "I know you probably wondered because of how long it took
me to get back to you. Maybe you even thought I'd handled it /between/
on my own, but. I told you I'd tell you and I meant that."

He had actually never thought that. Erivana struck him as a bit shy
and unexperienced but she did not strike him as a liar. "I glad that
you decided to keep the baby."

"I know you mentioned you'd support either way. That helped, a lot. f
you hadn't said you would be involved...I don't know about doing it on
my own, it seems like it would be scary, and a lot," she admitted.
"But I'd really like to do this, with both of us. Our child will have
both parents involved and that matters to me."

"It matters to me too," he agreed. "Should we celebrate? Something
sweet? Are you craving anything yet?"

"I don't think I've had cravings, just _anti_-cravings." A small
laugh. "I would like to celebrate with you however you'd like. We
should get to know each other, right?"

"Okay, what are your _anti_ cravings? I don't want to pick something
up that disagrees with you." K'yne asked.

"Heavy, greasy food or meat. I've eaten a looot of rivergrain or
porridge instead," she said dramatically.

Another hint of a smile showed in the crinkles at the corners of
K'yne's eyes, "Shall we celebrate with a large bowl of rivergrains
then? We can find a warm corner in the Dining Cavern."

"That sounds good. And juice. Lots of it." Maybe that was a craving?
She wasn't sure. All she knew was that if she and K'yne were going to
raise this child together, it would be nice to know him as something
other than the Wingsecond.

The brownrider stood and extended his hand to Erivana, "Shall we then?"

"Yes," she said, taking it and getting to her feet. "I'm glad you're
excited," she added as she curled her fingers around his.

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